Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 24

TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD 

Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 24
(A Twist of Fate…)

GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance

©Cisca. H

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Mourning Olsen’s Death

Vincenzo’s grief was immeasurable. The loss of his best friend, Olsen, had shattered him to the core. No amount of consolation from Kelly, his girlfriend, or Mr. Polio, his father, could shake him off from the overwhelming pain that engulfed him.

“You should be happy, Enzo, that you have finally killed him and not feel remorseful over his death.” Kelly said, but Vincenzo didn’t spare her a glance.

“You don’t know what it means to lose a friend who was like a brother to you, to you? You don’t know what it feels to avenge the death of a brother, yet lose another at the same time. Even though Olsen did the wrong thing, it doesn’t change the fact that he means the world to me.” He looked at Kelly, she could see the pain and sadness in his wet stained eyes.

“I understand how you feel, Enzo.”

“No you don’t. No one does.” He takes his gaze off her, indirectly seeking for his privacy.

Kelly let him be, knowing that there was no amount of convincing she would give him to change his mind. He has insisted on expressing his sorrow, as he believed it was his last way of paying respect to Olsen.

Meanwhile, in the midst of Vincenzo’s despair, Daniel, Olsen’s assistant, found himself tasked with delivering the heartbreaking news to Freya. His voice trembled as he spoke on the phone, breaking the sad news that Olsen had passed away.

The words struck Freya like a lightning bolt, tearing her heart apart. Olsen had broken his promise to her – the promise to come to London after dealing with the Ferdinandos. Now, it seemed that he had paid the ultimate price.

Freya’s tears flowed uncontrollably, drowning her in an ocean of grief. The pain of losing Olsen was amplified by the knowledge that he had been taken from her by the very person he had trusted, Vincenzo. The betrayal cut deep, leaving her shattered and confused. She had never expected this turn of events, and it felt like her world had come crashing down.

Throughout the day, Freya wept, unable to find solace in any thing around her. Memories of Olsen flooded her mind, each one stinging with a constant reminder of what she had lost. She questioned why fate had dealt such a cruel hand, why Olsen’s life had been snuffed out before he could fulfill his promise to her.

In the midst of her sorrow, Daniel shared a message from Olsen, a final request that pierced Freya’s already wounded heart. Olsen had entrusted Daniel with a message for Freya, urging her to stay in London and never return to California. He warned her of the trap set by the Ferdinandos, wanting to protect her from the dangers that lurked in her homeland.

The weight of Olsen’s words burdened Freya further. Not only had she lost her brother, but she was now confronted with the reality that their plans for a future together had been shattered. She felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness, knowing that Olsen would never walk beside her again.

As Freya struggled to come to terms with the news, she found herself torn between conflicting emotions. She mourned the loss of Olsen, mourning the death of their dreams, while also grappling with the knowledge that he had been taken by Vincenzo, the very man who had once made her life miserable. Her heart was heavy with grief, yet tinged with anger and a sense of betrayal.

In the midst of this turmoil, Freya sought solace in memories of her time with Olsen. She remembered the joy they had shared, the moments of laughter and love. She clung to those memories, hoping that they would provide some comfort amidst the pain. But the painful part of it all is that she found no comfort.

As the days turned into weeks, Freya knew she would never get away from the pain that keeps lingering in her heart. She couldn’t just sit and do nothing, live like nothing happened.

But she stayed back, not just because she had wanted to, but because those were the last words of her brother and she needed to keep to it. While she mourned his death, she couldn’t stop from hating Vincenzo the most.

The pain, the anger, scourging from the depth of her heart. And she couldn’t stand the fact that some one else has the body of her brother. She has to return back to California to claim her brother’s body and give him a benefitting burial.

She gathered all she needed for her journey back to California. This time, she was returning with a strong heart and not the same she had used while living under the roof of the Ferdinandos.

She was determined to avenge the death of her brother, Olsen. Promising to have Vincenzo dead.

She didn’t tell Daniel of her plan, she was coming alone. Meanwhile, Vincenzo doesn’t have Olsen’s body any more, Daniel came to take it a day ago. Vincenzo has promised to attend Olsen’s burial to pay his last respect to him.

Daniel didn’t refuse because he knew how close the both of them were when they were teens.

No one noticed Freya in the burial. She had come dressed in black, with a black umbrella above her head. She was vexed at Daniel that he was hosting her brother’s burial without her consent. When Daniel had said his last words, and the priest concluded the sermon, it was time to put his body into the ground.

“Wait!” Her voice sounded and all eyes moved to her direction. She brought the umbrella down, closing it. Slowly, she walked to the front, dropping her flower on his body.

She knelt down beside his coffin, holding his cold hand. “He was the best brother any one could ever have. A friend who mean every thing to the people so dear to him. But it is a shameful thing that those he loved never understood his feelings. It’s a shameful thing that his death was in the hands of the one who was like a brother to him.” She said, specifically referring to Vincenzo since she knew he was around.

“Even if you never fulfilled your promises to me, I know you will when we meet again. I love you, Olsen. I… I love you so… so much.” She couldn’t hold back the tears, and she was ready to enter the ground with him if that would help.

Daniel came to take her. She struggled, but he grabbed her. Hugging her tight. He took her gaze off Olsen’s body so she won’t see as they drop his coffin into the group. “I know he’s out there watching us. He’s proud of you, Freya. He never stops saying that.”

However, Vincenzo stood by the corner, watching every thing that happened. He didn’t want to bother any one, so he quietly walked to where his car was parked. Freya sighted him leaving. She watched him enter his car and zoomed off.

And nothing pained her more than the fact that he had shown up at her brother’s burial. “This isn’t over, Vincenzo. It’s never over.”

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