Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 26&27
TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 26&27
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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A War Not Prepared For
Kelly felt what it was like to be alone since Vincenzo’s mind had drifted from her ever since Olsen died. He’s been thinking of one thing or the other outside of her.
She had hoped Olsen’s Death and Freya leaving the mansion was the best way to get Vincenzo all to herself, but it only turned out that it was the best way to get her off his life.
She hasn’t felt this lonely for months now, so she went to her friend’s place to find solace. Carol, always being the emotional one, comforted her, assuring her that every thing would get back to normal.
Danielle on the other hand did her best to assure her since they were friends, but deep inside her, she knew all these would happen. She had patiently waited for this day to come.
“I thought if all these happened, Vincenzo would realize who I am, but it’s as if he has totally forgotten about me.” She cried bitterly. “Even though Freya isn’t here, he’s been thinking about her.”
“Hey, Kelly, you have to calm down. Don’t let this bring you down, don’t let Vincenzo see your weakness. You’ve got to be strong. This is the time you have to stand up and fight for your place. Don’t let that bitch take his place, okay? Crying won’t solve it all, you are only giving her the chance to have him instead of doing some thing.” Carol advised.
“I’ve heard all you’ve said, Carol, I’ll work on it. I won’t let that bitch take Enzo from me.”
Danielle smiled within her. She was loving Kelly’s bravery, but on the other hand, she knew this was a fight for love she really didn’t want to miss out on.
Kelly stepped out of Carol and Danielle’s house, a sense of relief bubbling within her. She had spent about three hours with her closest friends, seeking solace and guidance in the aftermath of her failed relationship with Vincenzo.
However, it was Carol’s words that had struck a chord within her, inspiring her to take action and attempt to win back Vincenzo’s love.
As she drove down the familiar streets towards her own home, Kelly’s mind was consumed with thoughts of Vincenzo. She replayed their last conversation in her head, analyzing every word and gesture, desperately searching for a way to salvage their love. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing him forever.
And most of it all, she couldn’t stand the chance to watch another woman take her place in his heart. He was every thing that mattered to her, her last hope of love.
Reaching her room, Kelly closed the door behind her and sank onto her bed. The room, once filled with memories of happiness and affection, now felt empty and cold.
She knew that if she wanted Vincenzo back, she had to come up with a plan – a plan that would make him see how much she still loved him.
She stared at the blank walls, her mind racing with possibilities. Should she write him a heartfelt letter? Should she surprise him with a romantic gesture? Or maybe she should confront him directly and pour her heart out, hoping that he would understand her intentions?
Kelly’s heart pounded as she considered each option. She knew that whatever she chose, it had to be sincere and genuine. She couldn’t afford to play games or manipulate him. If she wanted Vincenzo’s love, it had to be based on trust and true emotions.
Meanwhile, Vincenzo’s thoughts were occupied by a different matter entirely. He was deeply concerned about Freya, she was the only one that could help him in his dealings with the enigmatic Black Spiders.
However, Freya had shocked him by refusing to assist, claiming that he deserved to suffer the same fate as that of her brother since he had let him die painfully.
Vincenzo’s mind raced with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he understood the gravity of his actions and didn’t blame her for feeling that way towards him. He had only caused more harm than good to her.
On the other hand, he believed that redemption was still possible and that he could use his influence for good. Freya’s refusal to help him had shaken him to his core, making him question his own intentions and the path he had chosen.
Unable to change Freya’s mind, Vincenzo realized that he needed to focus on how to get over with the Black Spiders. He couldn’t allow his personal turmoil to hinder the preparations for the war ahead of him.
He was determined to protect his men and fight without fear, he started rallying his troops, ensuring that they were equipped and ready to face the dangerous enemy that lurked in the shadows.
As Kelly brainstormed in her room, a newfound plan began to cloud her mind. She realized that actions spoke louder than words, and she needed to demonstrate her love for Vincenzo through her deeds.
It wasn’t about grand gestures or elaborate plans; it was about genuine effort and understanding.
With a sense of purpose, Kelly began drafting a letter. She poured her heart onto the paper, expressing her love, remorse, and desire to make things right.
She acknowledged her mistakes and promised to be a better partner, a better person. She knew that it wasn’t an easy task to convince Vincenzo to forgive her, but she was willing to put in the work.
Meanwhile, Vincenzo’s men stood united, ready to face the Black Spiders. Despite his inner conditions, the pain and troubles he had faced for the past few days, he knew that he had a responsibility to protect those who had placed their trust in him. He couldn’t let fear or doubt consume him this time.
As the sun set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Kelly sealed the letter and placed it in an envelope. She took a deep breath, feeling a mix of doubt and uncertainty. A questioning mind if Vincenzo will ever read her letter, and even if he does, will he forgive her?
It was time to take a leap of faith and send her heartfelt message to Vincenzo, praying that he would see the sincerity in her words and give their love a second chance.
Simultaneously, Vincenzo stood before his men, addressing them. He acknowledged the challenges that lay ahead, the dangers they would face.
“This is a war we aren’t prepared for, but nevertheless, we must fight for our innocence. The Black Spiders are no match to the many we have fought in the past, so my brothers, do not fear, we will fight this battle together.”
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Vincenzo stood before Moscow, the feared leader of the Black Spider, he wasn’t scared. Even with the terrifying appearance of Moscow, Vincenzo stood before him like he was staring at his father.
The dimly lit room was filled with an air of tension as Moscow’s piercing gaze bore into him. Olsen, his long-time friend, had been killed, and now Vincenzo found himself in the crosshairs of suspicion and accusation.
“Why did you kill Olsen?” Moscow’s voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, his tone laced with anger and grief. The weight of the question hung heavily in the room, and Vincenzo knew he had to tread carefully.
“Moscow, I didn’t kill Olsen,” Vincenzo said, his voice steady. “He took his own life. After all, that was what he wanted.”
Moscow’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. It was clear that the notion of suicide was hard for him to believe. Olsen had been a trusted ally, a brother in arms. The idea that he had succumbed to his own demons was a bitter pill to swallow.
“I find it hard to believe,” Moscow said, his voice filled with skepticism. “Olsen was loyal to the core. He would never have taken such a drastic step. You were his friend, Vincenzo. Why would he do this?”
Vincenzo’s eyes met Moscow’s, his own grief mirrored in his expression. “I don’t know, Moscow. I’ve been asking myself the same question over and over. But the evidence of his action all point to his own hand.”
Moscow’s fists clenched, and Vincenzo could see the turmoil brewing within him. The weight of his friend’s death pressed heavily on his conscience, and he was determined to avenge him. He vowed never to leave until he had Vincenzo dead.
“Even if what you say is true,” Moscow growled, his voice thick with anger, “you failed to save him. You failed to protect him. And for that, you must pay.”
Vincenzo’s face hardened, his eyes blazing furry. “Moscow, I loved Olsen like a brother. I would have given my life to save him if I could. I fought alongside him, we’ve protected each other, but in the end, this was his choice even after I didn’t want it to happen.”
Moscow’s gaze wavered for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. Vincenzo saw an opportunity to make him understand, to appeal to his sense of reason.
“I’m ready to fight for my innocence, Moscow,” Vincenzo declared, his voice firm. “I loved Olsen as much as you did, and I mourn his loss every day. But killing me won’t bring him back. But if you think waging a war with me is the best option to take…” His eyes scammed the multitudes of men Moscow had brought with him. “Then let it be.”
A heavy silence settled between them as Moscow considered Vincenzo’s words. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Moscow’s decision. “Since you have decided not to admit the truth, and yet proved ready to fight against me, then I will surely grant your wish.” He smirked. “Kill him and every single soul with him.” Moscow ordered his men to attack.
But before Moscow’s men could make a step, Vincenzo’s men who were hiding at every corner of the warehouse showed up, pointing their guns at Moscow and his men.
“Maybe Olsen never told you much about me. I ain’t just a gangster you can easily walk to and threaten. Just in case you escape me today, while coming to war against me, you should be a little prepared for this.” He smirked. “You’re surrounded, Moscow, tell me, how will you escape?”
“This isn’t over Vincenzo, you will regret hurting my friend.”
“Olsen is not just my friend, he was like a brother to me. But I don’t blame you, I would do the same if I were in your shoes. But since you have decided to kill me without listening to all I have said, then I guess you can hear the full story in hell. Kill them all.”
He ordered his men to fire bullets. Vincenzo walked to a corner, watching as his men victoriously killed Moscow’s men. His eyes were on Moscow, he saw as he attempted to run so he took the other direction to stop Moscow from escaping.
When Moscow almost thought he was safe, Vincenzo stood behind him, pointing a gun at him. “Where are you going? You should be in there with your men fighting for revenge and not running away.”
Moscow turned swiftly to pull his trigger at Vincenzo, but Vincenzo was quick enough to understand his motive, shooting his left leg. Moscow yelped in pain, falling to the ground.
“You promised I will die, it seems you’re the one who’s gonna die between us. But you know what, I ain’t gonna kill you, you aren’t my enemy.” He walks to Moscow, squatting before him. “I will let you go, but if you ever come after my life, I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger right through your skull.”
He stood up, turning to leave. Moscow grabbed his gun from beside him. Unknown to him, Vincenzo heard his struggle. He was going to shoot, but he was out of bullets. Vincenzo turned, he was out of grace since he attempted to kill him even after letting him go.
Vincenzo was left with no choice but to kill him. Moscow laid flat, unconscious on the ground.
Fully turning to leave, a car stopped in a great halt. He stopped walking, waiting for whoever it was inside the car to step out. It was Freya.
The two stood for a long time, staring at each other. “Haven’t you had enough killing already? After taking the life of my brother, you still took that of his friend?”
“I warned him but he wouldn’t listen. I didn’t kill Olsen, but he was so desperate to have me dead. But you know what, I did what I had to do. Maybe he’ll find the real answers when he meets with Olsen. I’m done explaining myself.”
He walked past her, then made a stop. “If you keep calling more men after me, I won’t stop until I have them all dead. And there’s only two options; it’s either they kill me, or I kill them all.” With those last words, he walked to where his car was parked, zooming off.
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