Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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Valentina's POV
I wasn't pregnant. I was late because of the stress of being taken from my home and kidnapped, then seduced by a sexy older Italian man. I opened a browser and began searching to see if the shot remained effective after the three-month timeframe elapsed. The results had my eyes welling with tears. The effectiveness plummeted when the three-month period ended.
Okay, don't panic, Tina . You can handle this. Could I get a morning after pill? It's not the morning after, you idiot. I took a deep breath and texted the one person I thought I could trust to help me. Emergency. Come home ASAP.
Rafael's POV
The club's basement was sparse and musty. There wasn't much down here to speak of, just a table and some chairs. A metal storage box in the corner housed the equipment needed to work over unwilling captives. While I didn't like having meetings outside of the castello, these weren't the kind of men I wanted anywhere near my home, especially with Valentina there. Two men were strapped to chairs, their eyes burning with hatred but also fear. They knew they would die here tonight, but also it would not be an easy death.
It had taken time, but we finally located the captain and first mate of the ship that stole my product a few weeks ago. The coke had long disappeared, sold off to one of the Sicilian families I couldn't touch. We had an agreement with the Cosa Nostra not to interfere or intrude in their business, and vice versa, unless absolutely necessary. And this theft was hardly worth breaking peace over.
But I would have answers and vengeance. I'd already removed my suit coat and rolled up my sleeves. I sat in the chair opposite the two men and spoke in Greek, knowing these two wouldn't understand Italian. "Do you know who I am?"
One of the men closed his eyes and began reciting Greek Orthodox prayers. Yes, they knew me. "That boat you hijacked last month? It and everything aboard belonged to me." The man not praying swallowed loudly.
I continued. "The pirates in my waters know to leave my ships alone. They know the risks of interfering with my business. Which means you were new to this, hired by someone else. Before I leave this room, you will tell me who." The captain shook his head. "We don't know, I swear."
I didn't believe him for a second. "We will see, won't we?" I nodded to Marco, who handed me my favourite weapon of choice, a long hunting knife. I could carve a man from mouth to ass with this thing without breaking a sweat. I fingered the sharp tip, pressing hard enough to pierce my skin. A tiny drop of red ran down the blade. Darkness crept into my soul like vines, preparing me for what needed to be done.
Flipping the knife in my hand, I drove the blade into the captain's leg. His scream filled the sound-proof room. I left the blade in, both for shock value and to prevent blood from coating the floor too soon. "Who hired you?"
"I don't know!"
"Bullshit. Someone paid you to rob me, gave you information on where to find my ship. Tell me who." He was trembling, eyes dull with pain. "We don't know."
I ripped the knife out of his leg, and blood surged down his calf and onto the ground as he screamed again. Then I plunged the knife into his partner's leg. I knew exactly where to stab to avoid bone. "I will continue to do this until I get answers from one of you. Whoever answers me will die quickly. Whoever doesn't…."
The first mate shook his head, breathing hard through the pain. "Please, il Diavolo."
"Tell me." The captain's head was hung low, saliva dripping from his mouth. "We.. We saw him once. He was Italian. No names."
"Young? Old?"
"Young. Early twenties, maybe."
"And?" When he didn't answer, I jerked the knife out of the first mate's leg and put it into the captain's non-injured thigh. When the screams died down, I said, "What else can you tell me?"
"He sounded different than you. From a different region. North, maybe."
"His shirt," the first mate added. "It had a round circle, blue. With an N in it." I glanced at Marco. Sounded like the Napoli football club, Gli Azzurri.
My cousin and I were both thinking the same, that D'Agostino was likely behind the theft. I stood and began rolling my sleeves down. Then I put my suit jacket back on. The two men begged in Greek for their lives, but I didn't reply. I instructed Marco and Benito to deal with them and then I went back upstairs into the club.
It was packed, as usual. Gratteri, my man who ran all the nightclubs, had turned this old warehouse into Siderno's latest hot spot. My son did a lot of work here, as well. I headed to the VIP area to see if either Gratteri or Dimitri was here.
Gratteri was in a booth with some of our men. They all had women on their laps, champagne bottles on the table. "Rav!" Gratteri yelled when he saw me, waving me over. "Vieni, unisciti a noi!"
I wasn't pregnant. I was late because of the stress of being taken from my home and kidnapped, then seduced by a sexy older Italian man. I opened a browser and began searching to see if the shot remained effective after the three-month timeframe elapsed. The results had my eyes welling with tears. The effectiveness plummeted when the three-month period ended.
Okay, don't panic, Tina . You can handle this. Could I get a morning after pill? It's not the morning after, you idiot. I took a deep breath and texted the one person I thought I could trust to help me. Emergency. Come home ASAP.
Rafael's POV
The club's basement was sparse and musty. There wasn't much down here to speak of, just a table and some chairs. A metal storage box in the corner housed the equipment needed to work over unwilling captives. While I didn't like having meetings outside of the castello, these weren't the kind of men I wanted anywhere near my home, especially with Valentina there. Two men were strapped to chairs, their eyes burning with hatred but also fear. They knew they would die here tonight, but also it would not be an easy death.
It had taken time, but we finally located the captain and first mate of the ship that stole my product a few weeks ago. The coke had long disappeared, sold off to one of the Sicilian families I couldn't touch. We had an agreement with the Cosa Nostra not to interfere or intrude in their business, and vice versa, unless absolutely necessary. And this theft was hardly worth breaking peace over.
But I would have answers and vengeance. I'd already removed my suit coat and rolled up my sleeves. I sat in the chair opposite the two men and spoke in Greek, knowing these two wouldn't understand Italian. "Do you know who I am?"
One of the men closed his eyes and began reciting Greek Orthodox prayers. Yes, they knew me. "That boat you hijacked last month? It and everything aboard belonged to me." The man not praying swallowed loudly.
I continued. "The pirates in my waters know to leave my ships alone. They know the risks of interfering with my business. Which means you were new to this, hired by someone else. Before I leave this room, you will tell me who." The captain shook his head. "We don't know, I swear."
I didn't believe him for a second. "We will see, won't we?" I nodded to Marco, who handed me my favourite weapon of choice, a long hunting knife. I could carve a man from mouth to ass with this thing without breaking a sweat. I fingered the sharp tip, pressing hard enough to pierce my skin. A tiny drop of red ran down the blade. Darkness crept into my soul like vines, preparing me for what needed to be done.
Flipping the knife in my hand, I drove the blade into the captain's leg. His scream filled the sound-proof room. I left the blade in, both for shock value and to prevent blood from coating the floor too soon. "Who hired you?"
"I don't know!"
"Bullshit. Someone paid you to rob me, gave you information on where to find my ship. Tell me who." He was trembling, eyes dull with pain. "We don't know."
I ripped the knife out of his leg, and blood surged down his calf and onto the ground as he screamed again. Then I plunged the knife into his partner's leg. I knew exactly where to stab to avoid bone. "I will continue to do this until I get answers from one of you. Whoever answers me will die quickly. Whoever doesn't…."
The first mate shook his head, breathing hard through the pain. "Please, il Diavolo."
"Tell me." The captain's head was hung low, saliva dripping from his mouth. "We.. We saw him once. He was Italian. No names."
"Young? Old?"
"Young. Early twenties, maybe."
"And?" When he didn't answer, I jerked the knife out of the first mate's leg and put it into the captain's non-injured thigh. When the screams died down, I said, "What else can you tell me?"
"He sounded different than you. From a different region. North, maybe."
"His shirt," the first mate added. "It had a round circle, blue. With an N in it." I glanced at Marco. Sounded like the Napoli football club, Gli Azzurri.
My cousin and I were both thinking the same, that D'Agostino was likely behind the theft. I stood and began rolling my sleeves down. Then I put my suit jacket back on. The two men begged in Greek for their lives, but I didn't reply. I instructed Marco and Benito to deal with them and then I went back upstairs into the club.
It was packed, as usual. Gratteri, my man who ran all the nightclubs, had turned this old warehouse into Siderno's latest hot spot. My son did a lot of work here, as well. I headed to the VIP area to see if either Gratteri or Dimitri was here.
Gratteri was in a booth with some of our men. They all had women on their laps, champagne bottles on the table. "Rav!" Gratteri yelled when he saw me, waving me over. "Vieni, unisciti a noi!"
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