Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 23
TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 23
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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Olsen’s Death
Vincenzo’s fists clenched tightly as he stood over Olsen, his face contorted with anger and fury. Sweat glistened on his forehead, evidence of the intense fight that had taken place between them. The room was filled with tension, each breath weighed down with anticipation.
With a swift and forceful kick, Vincenzo delivered a blow straight to Olsen’s stomach, causing him to crumple to the ground in pain. The impact knocked the wind out of Olsen, leaving him gasping for air. Vincenzo wasted no time and signaled his men to seize Olsen, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to escape.
As Olsen struggled to regain his composure, Vincenzo circled him like a predator closing in on its prey. He wore a menacing smirk on his face, relishing in the sight of Olsen’s critical state.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Vincenzo unleashed a flurry of powerful punches, striking Olsen’s face repeatedly. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, causing blood to trickle from Olsen’s mouth, staining the ground beneath him.
Breathing heavily, Vincenzo paused for a moment, his anger boiling beneath the surface. He leaned in close to Olsen’s bruised and bloodied face, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and anger. “Tell me, Olsen,” he growled, his voice laced with anger. “Why did you kill Danto? My cousin?”
Olsen’s eyes flickered with defiance, even in the midst of his pain. He spat out a mouthful of blood, a twisted smile playing on his battered lips. “Regrets? None,” he snarled, his voice hoarse and strained. “Danto was a fool, just like the rest of your family. He deserved what he got.”
Vincenzo’s grip on his gun tightened, his knuckles turning white. In one swift motion, he struck Olsen’s face with the edge of the weapon, a sickening crack reverberating through the room.
“No, that’s the wrong answer, Olsen.”
Blood streamed from the side of Olsen’s eye, mixing with the bruises already stained on his face. Yet, he refused to yield, his resolve unbroken.
The room echoed with Vincenzo’s harsh laughter, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Olsen’s spine. “You think you can defy me, Olsen?” he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can get away with murder?”
Olsen’s gaze met Vincenzo’s, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. “Your family, your empire, it’s all built on lies and bloodshed,” he spat, his voice trembling but resolute. “Danto was just the beginning. I will tear down every thing you hold dear, Vincenzo. I don’t tolerate fools hanging around my sister. If I see any one, or even you, I won’t rest until I have you dead. No one messes with Freya.”
Vincenzo’s rage erupted like a volcano, fueling his every action. He struck Olsen again and again, each blow driven by a burning fury. The room became a battleground, filled with the sounds of their struggle and the echoes of pain. Olsen’s body absorbed the punishment, yet he refused to admit his crime, his loyalty to his cause unwavering.
As the fight raged on, it became evident that Olsen’s strength was no match for Vincenzo’s raw power. Every strike Olsen attempted was swiftly countered by Vincenzo’s relentless assault. With each passing moment, Vincenzo’s victory seemed inevitable.
Vincenzo stood in front of Olsen, his face filled with a mixture of anger, desperation, and sadness. He had hoped that Olsen would have a last wish, a final plea that he could fulfill before exacting his revenge. But Olsen’s response shattered his plans, leaving him feeling hollow and defeated.
“Olsen, I thought you might have some thing you wanted to ask of me,” Vincenzo said, his voice laced with disappointment. “A last wish, a final request before I end your miserable existence.”
Olsen looked at Vincenzo calmly, his eyes filled with a strange mix of confidence and pity. “I have no wish, Vincenzo. I know deep down that Freya loves me and means the world to me. Wherever she is, she is safer from your hands. So you can go ahead with killing me, I don’t care.”
Vincenzo felt a surge of rage rising within him. How could Olsen be so sure? He has no fear even in his dying moment, he prefers to die than to admit his crimes.
“Come on, Enzo, we both know even if I have to admit my crimes, you won’t spare my life. So tell me, what’s the point? It’s not like I regretted killing him, I did what I had to do, so please…”
“Not even a goodbye from you darling beloved sister?”
“You think you know her better than I do?” Vincenzo spat, his voice trembling with anger. “You believe that I can’t find her if I want to? Huh? You’re delusional!”
Olsen’s expression remained unchanged, his composure unyielding. “I don’t claim to know her better than you, Vincenzo. But I know that love is a powerful force. She is my sister, my blood. And no matter what you think or what you do, you can’t erase the love that Freya and I share.”
Vincenzo clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his failure pressing down upon him. He had underestimated Olsen’s intelligence and resolve. The plan to track Freya through a phone call had been foiled by Olsen’s astuteness. His hopes of finding her, of holding her one last time, were slipping away like sand through his fingers.
“You won’t even make that call, will you?” Vincenzo’s voice quivered with a mix of anger and desperation.
Olsen sighed, his gaze never leaving Vincenzo’s eyes. “I won’t, Enzo, because I know your intentions. I know what you’re capable of. You think you can kill me and then track her down using the phone number? But I won’t be a pawn in your game. I won’t risk Freya’s safety just to satisfy your twisted desires.”
Vincenzo felt a surge of frustration. He had played his cards poorly, underestimating Olsen’s intellect and his love and care for Freya. The realization hit him hard. He would never see her again, never be able to hold her in his arms, never again will he get the chance to look at those beautiful faces. His heart ached at the thought of the void that would forever exist in his life.
“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Vincenzo’s voice quivered with a mix of sadness and anger. “Well this is your last moment on earth, Olsen. After running for months, do you think I will stop finding you?”
“I wasn’t thinking about that. I knew you’d find me because that’s what I have always wanted. I was only hiding because I don’t want you having me before I can have Freya. Do you think you are smarter than I am? I had a spy watching every thing you do, I have some one who tells me what goes on in the mansion. I only kept quiet because striking so early wasn’t the best option.
You might be stronger than I am, Enzo, but that doesn’t mean you are smarter. Where Freya is you can’t even guess it. Now that you have me, you can go ahead with your wish, but you will never have her. After all, it is me you want, why Freya all if a sudden?”
He laughed. “You love her don’t you?” Vincenzo was quiet, hiding his emotions from him. But yet, Olsen was smart enough to find out. “It’s a pity that she doesn’t love you back. She had spoken badly of you to me, and I can testify she does hate you, including your pretty girlfriend.”
Angered, Vincenzo slapped his face. “One more word then I’ll pull this trigger right through your skull.”
“You can’t do any thing to me, Enzo, because we both know I am right. After all you’ve done to her, what makes you think she will like you? The pain, the suffer, and you still expect her to find love?” Olsen scoffed. “You’re such a pathetic human.”
“Perhaps you’re right, Olsen,” Vincenzo admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Perhaps it’s time for me to let go, to find a way to move forward without Freya. But make no mistake, Olsen, you will still pay for what you’ve done. I won’t rest until justice is served.” His voice is strong and deep.
Olsen nodded, his expression filled with a mix of relief and acceptance. “I understand, Vincenzo. And I am ready to leave this earth by your hands.”
With Olsen’s final words, the room became silent. Vincenzo turned his back against his, the memories they both shared as friends back in high school came flashing though his mind.
The love they shared as brothers, and he was hoping for a brighter future for the both of them. But in the end, Olsen betrayed him, took their love for granted. Now, he is standing before him, trying to fight those brotherly memories they once shared.
It was time to take his revenge, to kill the one person who took his cousin away from him. His blood.
A time to forget the past and face the future. He had wanted him to apologize, he had wanted him to accept his fault but no. Olsen refused to accept his crimes, rather he boosted for doing the right thing.
Vincenzo had already made up his mind never to let the night pass by without having Olsen dead. He took a deep breath, exhaling heavily.
“I’m sorry, Olsen, you gave me no choice.”
Olsen nodded his head. “Do what you have to do.”
He turned to look at Olsen, that brotherly love still in his heart. A drop of tear escaped his eyes as he stared fixedly into Olsen’s. “I wish this never happened.”
Olsen waved a smile at him. “I understand, Enzo, but I have no regrets. My only is… we grew and we were unable to continue the love that we once shared. But it’s alright.”
“What are you still waiting for, Enzo? Kill him.” Mr Polio sounded from the door.
Enzo’s hand was trembling, he never found it difficult to kill any one, but tonight, he was finding it hard to pull the trigger on his best friend.
“Enzo, do it. I won’t be happy with you if he does it himself. Kill me, and end the memories once and for all.”
“I… I want to,” He exhaled heavily. “I can’t, Olsen.”
“If you can’t then let me do the honor.”
“Enzo!” Olsen yelled, refusing to let Mr Polio pull the trigger. “Do it!”
Vincenzo fell on his knees, hugging Olsen for the last time. Mr Polio had wanted to shoot Olsen himself, but seeing Vincenzo hugging him, he paused.
“You should have just admitted and we’ll let every thing go.” Enzo said painfully.
“I’m a mafia, Enzo. And mafians never say sorry.” Olsen was right. It was a rule that governed them. “I love you, bro. Always remember that.”
Enzo tried fighting back the tears but it came more. “I love you too.”
The loud sound of the gun shocked him. The tears which clouded his eyes streamed down his cheeks. Slowly, he pulled away, staring down at the gun in his hand. Olsen had helped him pull the trigger. Olsen made him shoot the gun.
Olsen’s grip loosened around him, close to fall to the ground but he quickly held him in his arms.
“OLSEN!!!!!!!”
“He’s gone, Enzo. You did it. You have avenged your brother’s death.”
Vincenzo wasn’t listening, his tears stained on Olsen’s cheeks.
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Okay. I didn’t see that coming. Did you?
