THE MAFIA’S DEADLY DEVOTION
The Mafia’s Deadly Devotion- Episode 9&10
(..Stuck with the mafia boss..)
By; Cherry Love F.
“Stay away”. Emily screamed but Angelo didn’t budge, he only stepped further, she gulped as adrenaline rushed through her veins and pulled the trigger but her aim was bad and she missed him. Angelo was directly in front of her now, the gun pressed on his chest but he didn’t react as he stared into her eyes. Taking her hand, Angelo moved the gun, pointing it directly to his head. Emily gasped, he was a total psycho.
“Why are you hesitant?, you were yelling and throwing tantrums that you’ll kill me, you have the chance go ahead”. Angelo spoke.
“Leave my hand…..”. Emily pleaded but Angelo’s grip only tightened. “Please”. She added.
“You’re begging now?, you just fired earlier, do it again”. He scoffed and Emily shook her head, desperately pulling her hand.
“You’re a tough one, i like it but I like obedient girls you see, if you want to live, then remain obedient. You are mine now, do you get that?”. Angelo spoke with sheer iciness in his tone.
He manoeuvred quickly, the gun now pressed against Emily’s head, she was close to practically shooting herself and her heart got caught in her throat.
“Next time you try a stunt like this, make sure you finish up, no one will just let you run free afterwards”. He added and Emily nodded quickly and he released her hand walking to the car. Emily left the gun to fall freely on the floor.
Angelo started the car and Emily got to the car making up her mind to obey Angelo no matter what, she kept to the hope that she would see her family again and that was her determination.
**
“What?”. Bluey asked, wide eyed. Emily’s head was resting on her lap as she gently stroked her hair..
Emily had just told her what transpired earlier.
“What were you thinking?”.
“I don’t know…..i swear I don’t know what came over me”. Emily choked out, her voice cracking a bit.
“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re fine okay?”. Bluey soothed. Emily nodded.
“Now I think about it, that action of mine was actually very stupid seeing that Master Angelo could have killed me there”. Emily sat up.
“I know right?”. Bluey laughed, making Emily laugh too. Her laugher was infectious but it didn’t last for long as tears welled up in Emily’s eyes again.
“I don’t want to stay here, I want to go back to my family”. She sobbed.
**
Angelo arrived at the Gerald mansion, that’s right. His name is Angelo Gerald, he moved away from that house immediately he turned eighteen and he hated everything in that house, even the extravaganza and the very thought of it.
“Angelo, you really came?”. His step mother, Lily Gerald came out, smiling happily, she never thought he would agree to come.
Angelo nodded at her.
“Where’s Mr Gerald?”. He asked instead.
“Gelo that’s your father, don’t address him as Mr Gerald like he is some sort of stranger”. Lily chided gently. Angelo’s head snapped towards her, his eyes remaining so calm which was even worse.
“Angelo alas you come”. Anthony Gerald came into the living room.
“Be quick with whatever you want to say. i don’t have time to waste”. Angelo cut in.
“Ah, temperamental, just like always. You haven’t changed one bit and I like that”. Anthony smirked.
“And apparently still as rude so watch it”. Angelo snapped.
“You don’t use that tone on me”. Anthony said harshly. “Is this how you raised him?, he has no respect for his own father”. He said to Lily..
“Don’t you dare bring her into this Anthony, you made me like this. It has nothing to do with her”. Angelo said calmly, whatever he was feeling was carefully masked, his face showing no emotions.
“Did you just call me Anthony?”. Anthony raised his brow, taking a step further…
“If I’m not mistaken, that’s your name or perhaps you think there’s any other way you think you deserve to be called?”. Angelo asked back, not moving from his spot. All his life, he had been scared of Anthony, all the nights he spent training even when he wasn’t going to inherit the mafia, this man who called himself his father took away every joy from his childhood.
“You good for…..”
“Nothing, that’s too old, try something else”. Angelo chuckled dryly. Anthony and Angelo were locked in a fierce eye contest, the silence nerve wracking and palpable, the temperature in the room dropping heavily. Lily sensed that and rushed in to save it, going in between father and son.
“Why don’t I go back and cook something nice for you to eat. Come Angelo”. She urged grabbing his hand, she silently pleaded with Anthony not to do anything rash, Angelo had changed no doubt, he was now brave, emotionless, not the cry baby he was before he left and nothing mattered to him anymore. Lily blinked back tears as she thought of how Anthony had treated Angelo as a child, she slowly dished the food.
“If those tears fall, consider me out of here”. Angelo said, looking at lily. She quickly wiped her tears, faking a smile. Anthony came too and sat down begrudgingly.
“So Angelo tell me, how’s the business?”, I’ll be coming to inspect your work, maybe have dinner at your place. I heard you have pretty maids”. Anthony said after a while. Angelo stopped eating, his grip on the fork tightening.
“There’s no need for that”. He said without looking up.
“Come on Angelo….”
Angelo dropped his cutleries, standing up.
“I’m leaving” He told Lily and she stood up, wishing he could stay longer but not being able to voice out her thoughts.
At night, Angelo got home late and only Emily was awake, she was sitting by the fireplace and turned when she heard footsteps. He turned towards her and looked away just as soon, walking up to his room. Emily pursed her lips, he was losing interest and that’s a good sign.
20 minutes later, Angelo came back down, his hair wet and he was wearing a tee shirt and tracks, his head snapped towards Emily’s direction and his gaze darkened.
“What are you doing here?”. His voice was icy as usual.
“I… I couldn’t sleep”. Emily mumbled.
“Get out, i don’t want to see you”. Angelo said, walking away.
Emily wasted no time to stand up and scramble to her room, shutting the door tightly.
“Weak”. Angelo muttered, staring at her till she got to her room. He ran his fingers through his hair, apparently, he had run out of sleeping pills and he couldn’t sleep without them no matter how sleepy he was.
Angelo spent the night in his secret room, a room hidden inside his room, only his sister and Carlos knew about it. Angelo walked over to the painting board and thought, yet the only thing coming to his mind was a certain someone.
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