TAKEN BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 61
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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They drove to the warehouse, and Freya couldn’t wait any longer to see what the Mafia warehouse looked like.
She walked beside Vincenzo as they walked into the warehouse and he was holding her hands like he was scared she’d lost. The guards which guarded the entrance bowed their heads as they walked passed.
When they got in, Freya’s eyes glared around as she admired the inside with the numerous people in it. Some were busy counting monies, some were carrying wrapped goods in both sacks and cartons.
“What’s in that thing they are carrying?” Curious, she asked, eager to know.
He smiled, and he was taking time to reply. “What do you think?” He asked back.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “That’s why I’m asking.”
“That’s cocaine.” He finally said. “We sell them for more income.”
“That’s where the dollars come from?” She asked, referring to those men that were counting money.
“Yeah. That’s why I told you, there are lots of dirty things in this game, I don’t wanna stain your innocence.”
“Who said I’m innocent?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I did. No matter how dirty you think you are, you still are innocent to me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I can be as dirty as you can think.” She mustered within herself.
They kept walking, at this part she could hear the sound of gunshots. “Are they killing someone there?” She asked, almost growing scared.
He laughed. “No. This is the part I want you to see.”
“Seriously?!” She screamed. “Finally, you wanna teach me how to become a gangster?”
He chuckled. “Wasn’t planning on doing that.” She frowned. He looked at her, he couldn’t hold the laughter that tickled his inside. “Okay. I’ll teach you how to handle a gun.”
Freya’s face brightened. “Yes!”
Vincenzo would do all it takes to make her happy, and if that’s for him to risk his life, he would.
As they walked in, Freya was amazed at those who shot bullets on the human dummy a few kilometers from them with a headphone on their head.
They walked to the supervisor who stood to watch as they shot the gun. “Mr Ferdinando, you’re here.” They shook hands. “And this is our wife-to-be.”
Freya returned the smile and he kissed the back of her palm. “Welcome. I’m happy to see you.”
“Thank you.”
“So?” He turned to Vincenzo.
“Give us a minute.” Vincenzo excused himself. “How is everything going? Any news from Ezra?” He asked.
“Not yet. I’ve talked to Benjamin, he did say we should wait until night to hear from him. If Ezra sends a message, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay ” he nods his head. “Well, I came to show her around. And, can you do me a little favor?”
“Anything, sir.”
“She keeps insisting she wants to learn how to become a gangster, I’ve tried convincing her not to, but she wouldn’t listen.”
Stephen laughed. “So, any idea on what to do? Or should I convince her of the side effects?”
“I already told her but she won’t listen to me. She looks determined.”
“Then let’s teach her. Besides, it will be her luck for self defense.”
“Steph, I don’t want her handling a gun, at least not yet. She’s too fragile.” He complained.
“After we must have trained her, she won’t be as fragile as you think anymore.” He assured him.
Vincenzo looked at Freya who was still admiring those shooting guns that she didn’t notice his eyes were on. “Fine, we’ll teach her. But, that’s your duty too. She won’t be as serious as I want if I have to train her myself.”
Stephen nodded his head. “When are we to start?” He asked.
“Tomorrow.”
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As they drove back home, Vincenzo took Freya to the supermarket to buy something for her. While she licked on her ice cream, she took a full spoon of the ice cream, stretching it at Vincenzo.
He shook his head as he didn’t have the appetite to lick it, but she insisted. “Have some.”
“No. Thanks.”
“Come on, Enzo, you don’t expect only one to have it all.”
“Yeah, you need that more than I do.”
“I don’t. Have some too. Just a spoon please.”
He opened his mouth and he licked the ice cream. She brought another spoon, Vincenzo looked at her, she raised an eyebrow. “Another spoon please.”
She licked about five spoons before stretching another spoon for him. She kept doing this until the ice cream was empty. “I thought you said you didn’t want to?”
“We both know I didn’t, you forced me.”
“You should have said no.”
“I did.”
“It wasn’t convincing.”
“It was, I just couldn’t refuse your request. And besides, I love it when you beg.” He winked.
As they reached home, they sat back in the car. She was grinding on her meat pie which Vincenzo had refused to eat despite how hard she had forced him to.
He promised her he wasn’t going to fall for her trap this time. “I talked to Stephen concerning what we discussed.” He started.
“We discussed a lot of things, Enzo.”
“I’m talking about you learning how to handle a gun.” Her lips curved to an ‘O’ shape. “I’ve talked to Stephen about it, he’ll take the class with you.”
“When will that be?” She asked with so much desperation.
“Tomorrow.”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She jumped in his arms to hug him. “Finally, you said yes!”
“Maybe, teaching you a self defense skill ain’t bad after all. You’ll get to protect yourself even without my help.”
She stood on her feet, nodding her head. “I’ll definitely make you proud.”
“You already have.”
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“I might not make it here on time, so I’ll talk to Stephen to take you home after the training. But just in case I make it on time, I’ll pick you up myself.”
“Okay. Just take your time and do whatever you want to do. I’ll be fine.”
“You be a good girl, okay? Pay attention, I know it’s gonna seem a bit difficult but trust me, you’ll live it when you learn it.”
“I know. Thanks for accepting me as a part of your group, I will make you proud. I promise.” She promised.
“Take care of yourself.”
“You too.” They shared a kiss before she left, waving goodbye at him. He did the same before zooming off for work.
When Freya arrived at the business warehouse, her heart pounded in excitement. It feels more like a dream come true, a moment she’s been waiting for a long time ago.
She knew that this training session would be different, more intense and probably be the best she’d ever had. Since Vincenzo has promised to introduce her to the world of firearms, a skill she knew she needed to master to survive in this dangerous game.
As Freya stepped into the warehouse, the bustling activity around her caught her attention. She watched as Vincenzo’s employees moved swiftly, focused on their respective tasks, and minding their businesses.
Yet, amidst all these, only a handful noticed her arrival. She quickly brushed off the feeling of being unnoticed and made her way towards the training room, where she was to meet Stephen.
Upon entering the training room, Freya found Stephen waiting for her, his stern expression hinting at the seriousness of the upcoming training. He nodded at her, acknowledging her presence, “Welcome, Miss Ferdinando.”
And she returned the gesture with a determined look. “Thanks, Steph. How was your night?” She asked.
“It was a good one. What about you?”
“Likewise.” She replied. “So, what do we have today?” She asked with full readiness.
Vincenzo had entrusted Stephen with guiding her through this new endeavor, knowing well that he was the perfect figure to teach Freya better.
And for the fact that he(Vincenzo) wouldn’t be able to make it back home early that night, it was clear that Vincenzo had faith in Stephen’s ability to teach her.
Freya and Stephen exchanged pleasantries, and a brief conversation that highlighted the weight and importance of the training session about to commence. Stephen wasted no time delving into the essential principles of firearm usage, emphasizing the need for precision and control.
The room echoed with the sound of Stephen’s voice as he explained the various components of a gun, the mechanics of firing, and the fundamental safety measures to be followed.
Freya absorbed the information eagerly, her natural curiosity driving her thirst for knowledge. As the hours progressed, Freya’s initial apprehension transformed into a determination to prove herself.
“Okay, I’m gonna ask you a question and then a little favor Vincenzo knows nothing about. But before I go further to tell you, I want you to promise me that this one little favor will remain a secret between the both of us.”
Stephen nodded in agreement. “You have my words, Miss Ferdinando.”
“Okay. Here is my question: how long does it take for one to master the use of a gun?” She asked
“Well, in most cases, it depends on how fast the learner can go to master the skills. Honestly, it doesn’t look difficult to pull a trigger, but it’s quite difficult to aim for your target. Everyone pulls a trigger, everyone can shoot a gun, but the question is… Who can aim his target without getting an innocent victim killed?” He explained.
“I was thinking it would take months or so.”
“No, most people take a few days or a week. Slow learners might probably take weeks or more.” He replied.
“Thanks for the reply. Now, here is my little favor. I have made up my mind not only to learn how to pull the trigger, I need to master some side skills too.”
“Like?”
“The karate? Or any other thing which defines defense.”
“Hmm. I see.” He nodded. “Well, let’s start from somewhere.”
Stephen pushed her boundaries, gradually introducing her to the physicality of handling a firearm. Under his watchful gaze, she maneuvered through a series of drills, each one designed to enhance her accuracy and speed.
Hours flew by, Freya was beginning to love the feeling of handling a gun. Though the starting part seemed to have been quite difficult for her, her determination to learn firearms at all cost was one which stood as an encouragement to her never to give up trying no matter the odds.
When she was left with a single bullet to shoot, she took a deep breath, stressing her sight for the perfect shot. To hit the bullet right in the middle of the round board.
She remained focused, listening to the music from the headset. Now she was imagining a different face and not just the board. She pictured Mr Polio standing before her with the evil look on his face. She was drawing her anger from his image, picturing herself standing face to face with him.
She imagined the moment to be her last with him, Vincenzo had given her the opportunity to take her revenge. Now, it’s just the two of them. “Go to hell, you monster.” She mustered within herself before pulling the trigger.
Right at the center, the bullet passed through, leaving a small hole. She exhaled heavily, taking off the headset from her head. She felt that moment to be a real one and wanted it more like a reality than just a mere imagination.
When she dropped the gun down, the rest of the people in the room started clapping for her. Freya was surprised, she didn’t notice what she had done would pull the attention of everyone. She never even expected her last shot to be a good one after so many missed shots.
“That was a nice one, Miss Ferd.” Stephen congratulated her.
“Thank you.”
Outside the training room, the warehouse continued its frenetic pace, the constant hum of activity serving as a reminder of the world she had entered. She knew it was a very dangerous game she had stepped into, but yet, she was ready to face the challenges ahead.
This alone, seemed to energize Freya the more, fueling her desire to excel. She was ready to prove to both Vincenzo and herself that she could adapt and become not just a liability who would be scared any time, but a formidable force ready to defend herself.
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