Mafia's Redemption: Terzo - Chapter 67: Chapter 67
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DANI
“Dani, this is not the right time to see him. I told you he was here because I didn’t wanna lie to you. He is manipulative, remorseless, and a psychopath.”
“You think he might get into my head?” I met his gaze.
“Yeah. You’ve been in hell for the past weeks. You got in the crossfire. I want you to rest. He’s not going anywhere.”
“Well, I’ve been in hell all my life.” I quickly shut my mouth. I didn’t want him asking questions, but he was smart. That was one thing I liked about him. He picked up quickly, and maybe it was a spy thing. Right now, I didn’t like the way he looked at me.
“What do you mean?” His eyebrows furrowed.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t change the subject, Terzo. If you don’t want me to sneak out in the middle of the night, then let me talk to him.”
“Why?” he insisted. “Why do you wanna face that man?”
“Because I wanna see him eye-to-eye.”
“You can’t mention anything that we talked about in my office. We haven’t proven yet, and he will tell you lies that I’m manipulating you and I’m controlling you, and I keep you prisoner here.”
“That sounds about true.” I walked past him towards the door. I twisted the doorknob, and it was unlocked. I breathed deeply and turned around.
He was pissed. His jaw locked tight with a gaze that could turn me into a melting iron.
“Please?”
He sighed exasperatingly and unlocked it himself with the passcode. “We’ll go together.”
“Of course, we will, but you’re not coming down with me. He won’t tell the truth when you’re present.”
“Stubborn,” he muttered under his breath.
“Says the pot to a kettle.”
As we got outside the house, I stopped and looked around in shock. There were armed men all over the place that made me swallow hard, as if we were in a military zone or something.
“Where did you get these people?”
“I run a multi-million dollar organization. Of course, we have people.”
“Right.” I looked at him briefly. “Don Terzo.”
He snorted and held my hand, interlacing our fingers together. “I didn’t even ask how you're feeling. I guess, there are no words I can express how sorry I am for what you’ve been through earlier.”
“Marco said the bullets weren’t intended for me, and that made me feel even worse, that people were gonna die because the assailants were trying to shoot everyone but me.”
“That’s why we have to put this to an end.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I stopped in front of his father’s back door. “Are you going to kill him?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I’m making him an example of what it's like targeting the Sicilianos. He hired men to attack the hotel, and his men shot an innocent security at the monitor room. Need I remind you what he did to us? How did he lie and manipulate you? He’s also involved with Humphries, who got me arrested, now I am back in the Agency’s radar.”
“Don’t kill him yet. I need answers.”
“You have my word.” He pushed the door open.
I entered the house. There were also additional men inside guarding the house and Gaetano.
“I think you went overboard with security. What if someone just drops a missile on this compound? You got them all killed unless you have some kind of anti-missile weapon thing.”
“Anti-missile weapon thing?” He smirked and nodded at the people addressing him.
“Oh, so you do have?”
“I don’t have that kind of weapon here, but—”
“You have stocks somewhere. Great. You’re also an arms dealer.”
“Among other things.” He chuckled. For the first time since he kidnapped me, I saw him smile. He loosened up a bit. I completely understood him. He just won against my father, if he was even my father. He deserved to chill out.
“What about human trafficking?” We passed by the living room towards the hallway. There was what was it looked like a private sitting area.
“No. That’s one thing I would never do. Humans shouldn’t be sold.” He pushed the wall with a painting on it that appeared to be a secret door.
“That’s good to know.” I looked around. The size was good for a small bedroom. Nothing in there but a closet.
“But if someone will buy your father, I will sell him to the highest bidder.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I stared at him in horror.
“Nope. They won’t buy him if he’s not valuable.” He pushed the closet aside, revealing a door smaller than a yard.
“Is there another way to get down to the basement?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to expose it to our men. Only a few people know about it.”
Before he stepped in, I grabbed his arm. “How are you doing? You just took over the seat from your father, and you already faced a difficult challenge.”
“I expect more challenges to come. The governing body just shifted. It’s expected, but I don’t want more killings and guns. And yeah, I’m fine.” He stepped in. “Watch your step.”
I followed him downstairs. Once we got to the basement, he unlocked a huge, thick metal door that screeched when he pulled it open, and then he flipped the light on. I was surprised to see it was polished with a white wall, a living room set that included leather couches, a Middle Eastern pattern carpet, and a coffee table. There was even a reasonable-sized TV, a kitchen sink, and a door at the end corner. A heater and completed with an air conditioner.
“Oh.”
“You expect a horror film basement?”
“Kind of. That’s exactly what I imagined before coming down.”
“The only thing your father can’t access is a phone.”
“Is this safe from—”
“Earthquake, nuclear bombs?” He smiled and cupped my head. “You watch too many post-apocalyptic movies. I like that kind of movie too.” And then he kissed my lips. “I’ll let Tristan come down to watch you, but promise me you won’t stay too close to him.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
He only smiled before he left and went upstairs.
My heart began to race so hard, making me more nervous. My mind reeled through options on how to approach him. I was so stupid. I should have thought about it before I came down here.
Terzo was right. It wasn’t the right time, but here I was, about to come face-to-face with the man who put my life in hell for months.
My father came out of the door, making me swallow hard. I expected busted lips, swollen eyes, and bruises all over the face, but to my surprise, he looked like he just volunteered himself to come down and stay.
“Danielle.” My name, coming from him, didn’t even sound right.
My mind went back to the file and the story Terzo told me. If it were true, I wondered how long it took him to create this persona before me, or if he was just so good at lying.
“Francesco.”
“Sit down, Danielle.” He took a seat himself in the living area. The way he said it, he still wanted to control me.
“So?” I sat down. God, I wished Tristan were already here. “What did you do?”
“How’s the finding the book going?”
“I’m not here to discuss the past terms you set. Those are over. Terzo would not do what you asked after you got him arrested and attacked on his inauguration today. What do you want, Francesco? Why are you doing this? This isn’t about revenge anymore. You’re reckless and way out of control.”
“You don’t know anything about your husband. He has a lot of enemy who wants his head. If you stay in this marriage, you’re either dead or captured. That’s why I didn’t like this family for you.”
“Who would you suggest then? Gavin Kass or Alonzo Moretti?”
He leaned back, spread his arms over the backrest. “He got into you. You’re falling for the man who killed your brother.”
Calm down, Dani. He can’t break you anymore. “My brother? You mean the man you abandoned and chose not to pay his debt because of what? Because you couldn’t control him, or he was not like you?”
“So you’d rather let your husband kill me?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t have the power to change his decision now that he runs the operation. You wanted him killed. You even almost got me killed. Am I that worthless to you because I married the wrong man? Do you even care about me, or am I just a pawn to your games with mafias?”
“I love you—”
“Stop lying to me!” I stood up, towering over him. “I know who you are!”
“Then who am I, Danielle?” he asked calmly, looking right into my eyes. I didn’t know if it was a trick to find out what I’d learned about him, or if he just wanted to know how I saw him.
“You’re a manipulative, deceitful man. You’re a liar, Francesco. You don’t care about me. You care about that damn book that doesn’t even exist. Screw you!” I turned and walked away from him when he called my name.
I stopped. Rage made my body shake. I wanted to run back and punch his face.
“Your husband is dangerous, but his enemy that makes him tremble is worse, and he’s coming after him.”
I turned around. “How do you know about this?”
“Just like you said, we’re just a pawn to his bigger revenge plot. And he wants every last one in this family dead, every living being in this compound, including the rats and cockroaches.”
“Dani, this is not the right time to see him. I told you he was here because I didn’t wanna lie to you. He is manipulative, remorseless, and a psychopath.”
“You think he might get into my head?” I met his gaze.
“Yeah. You’ve been in hell for the past weeks. You got in the crossfire. I want you to rest. He’s not going anywhere.”
“Well, I’ve been in hell all my life.” I quickly shut my mouth. I didn’t want him asking questions, but he was smart. That was one thing I liked about him. He picked up quickly, and maybe it was a spy thing. Right now, I didn’t like the way he looked at me.
“What do you mean?” His eyebrows furrowed.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t change the subject, Terzo. If you don’t want me to sneak out in the middle of the night, then let me talk to him.”
“Why?” he insisted. “Why do you wanna face that man?”
“Because I wanna see him eye-to-eye.”
“You can’t mention anything that we talked about in my office. We haven’t proven yet, and he will tell you lies that I’m manipulating you and I’m controlling you, and I keep you prisoner here.”
“That sounds about true.” I walked past him towards the door. I twisted the doorknob, and it was unlocked. I breathed deeply and turned around.
He was pissed. His jaw locked tight with a gaze that could turn me into a melting iron.
“Please?”
He sighed exasperatingly and unlocked it himself with the passcode. “We’ll go together.”
“Of course, we will, but you’re not coming down with me. He won’t tell the truth when you’re present.”
“Stubborn,” he muttered under his breath.
“Says the pot to a kettle.”
As we got outside the house, I stopped and looked around in shock. There were armed men all over the place that made me swallow hard, as if we were in a military zone or something.
“Where did you get these people?”
“I run a multi-million dollar organization. Of course, we have people.”
“Right.” I looked at him briefly. “Don Terzo.”
He snorted and held my hand, interlacing our fingers together. “I didn’t even ask how you're feeling. I guess, there are no words I can express how sorry I am for what you’ve been through earlier.”
“Marco said the bullets weren’t intended for me, and that made me feel even worse, that people were gonna die because the assailants were trying to shoot everyone but me.”
“That’s why we have to put this to an end.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I stopped in front of his father’s back door. “Are you going to kill him?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I’m making him an example of what it's like targeting the Sicilianos. He hired men to attack the hotel, and his men shot an innocent security at the monitor room. Need I remind you what he did to us? How did he lie and manipulate you? He’s also involved with Humphries, who got me arrested, now I am back in the Agency’s radar.”
“Don’t kill him yet. I need answers.”
“You have my word.” He pushed the door open.
I entered the house. There were also additional men inside guarding the house and Gaetano.
“I think you went overboard with security. What if someone just drops a missile on this compound? You got them all killed unless you have some kind of anti-missile weapon thing.”
“Anti-missile weapon thing?” He smirked and nodded at the people addressing him.
“Oh, so you do have?”
“I don’t have that kind of weapon here, but—”
“You have stocks somewhere. Great. You’re also an arms dealer.”
“Among other things.” He chuckled. For the first time since he kidnapped me, I saw him smile. He loosened up a bit. I completely understood him. He just won against my father, if he was even my father. He deserved to chill out.
“What about human trafficking?” We passed by the living room towards the hallway. There was what was it looked like a private sitting area.
“No. That’s one thing I would never do. Humans shouldn’t be sold.” He pushed the wall with a painting on it that appeared to be a secret door.
“That’s good to know.” I looked around. The size was good for a small bedroom. Nothing in there but a closet.
“But if someone will buy your father, I will sell him to the highest bidder.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I stared at him in horror.
“Nope. They won’t buy him if he’s not valuable.” He pushed the closet aside, revealing a door smaller than a yard.
“Is there another way to get down to the basement?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to expose it to our men. Only a few people know about it.”
Before he stepped in, I grabbed his arm. “How are you doing? You just took over the seat from your father, and you already faced a difficult challenge.”
“I expect more challenges to come. The governing body just shifted. It’s expected, but I don’t want more killings and guns. And yeah, I’m fine.” He stepped in. “Watch your step.”
I followed him downstairs. Once we got to the basement, he unlocked a huge, thick metal door that screeched when he pulled it open, and then he flipped the light on. I was surprised to see it was polished with a white wall, a living room set that included leather couches, a Middle Eastern pattern carpet, and a coffee table. There was even a reasonable-sized TV, a kitchen sink, and a door at the end corner. A heater and completed with an air conditioner.
“Oh.”
“You expect a horror film basement?”
“Kind of. That’s exactly what I imagined before coming down.”
“The only thing your father can’t access is a phone.”
“Is this safe from—”
“Earthquake, nuclear bombs?” He smiled and cupped my head. “You watch too many post-apocalyptic movies. I like that kind of movie too.” And then he kissed my lips. “I’ll let Tristan come down to watch you, but promise me you won’t stay too close to him.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
He only smiled before he left and went upstairs.
My heart began to race so hard, making me more nervous. My mind reeled through options on how to approach him. I was so stupid. I should have thought about it before I came down here.
Terzo was right. It wasn’t the right time, but here I was, about to come face-to-face with the man who put my life in hell for months.
My father came out of the door, making me swallow hard. I expected busted lips, swollen eyes, and bruises all over the face, but to my surprise, he looked like he just volunteered himself to come down and stay.
“Danielle.” My name, coming from him, didn’t even sound right.
My mind went back to the file and the story Terzo told me. If it were true, I wondered how long it took him to create this persona before me, or if he was just so good at lying.
“Francesco.”
“Sit down, Danielle.” He took a seat himself in the living area. The way he said it, he still wanted to control me.
“So?” I sat down. God, I wished Tristan were already here. “What did you do?”
“How’s the finding the book going?”
“I’m not here to discuss the past terms you set. Those are over. Terzo would not do what you asked after you got him arrested and attacked on his inauguration today. What do you want, Francesco? Why are you doing this? This isn’t about revenge anymore. You’re reckless and way out of control.”
“You don’t know anything about your husband. He has a lot of enemy who wants his head. If you stay in this marriage, you’re either dead or captured. That’s why I didn’t like this family for you.”
“Who would you suggest then? Gavin Kass or Alonzo Moretti?”
He leaned back, spread his arms over the backrest. “He got into you. You’re falling for the man who killed your brother.”
Calm down, Dani. He can’t break you anymore. “My brother? You mean the man you abandoned and chose not to pay his debt because of what? Because you couldn’t control him, or he was not like you?”
“So you’d rather let your husband kill me?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t have the power to change his decision now that he runs the operation. You wanted him killed. You even almost got me killed. Am I that worthless to you because I married the wrong man? Do you even care about me, or am I just a pawn to your games with mafias?”
“I love you—”
“Stop lying to me!” I stood up, towering over him. “I know who you are!”
“Then who am I, Danielle?” he asked calmly, looking right into my eyes. I didn’t know if it was a trick to find out what I’d learned about him, or if he just wanted to know how I saw him.
“You’re a manipulative, deceitful man. You’re a liar, Francesco. You don’t care about me. You care about that damn book that doesn’t even exist. Screw you!” I turned and walked away from him when he called my name.
I stopped. Rage made my body shake. I wanted to run back and punch his face.
“Your husband is dangerous, but his enemy that makes him tremble is worse, and he’s coming after him.”
I turned around. “How do you know about this?”
“Just like you said, we’re just a pawn to his bigger revenge plot. And he wants every last one in this family dead, every living being in this compound, including the rats and cockroaches.”
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