To Heal the Enemy

12

Chapter Twelve: Lupo

Anala's pov:

Four million dollars. I can move to Italy with that amount of money. I could start a new life with that amount of money. I wouldn't, but it's still amazing that I could.

These are all just dreams. In reality, I could get whatever I want. I'm sure I got most of my father's money and Mateo would get me whatever I asked but I guess it's just nice to know in case I ever, who knows. It's also good to know he is not getting paid any more than me.

"There is a ball happening and that is when you are going to do it. We can discuss more later but for now just know you are going to be killing Anthony, his wife, and everyone else in their mafia. You will know by the tattoos on their wrist, it's a snake symbol shaped like an s."

All Mafias have a symbol to show who they are a part of. Our symbol is a sign of immortality. For us, it means that our mafia, our family, shall live forever.

"You both are going to be staying together in Miami for 3 days so like I said, you need to push everything aside and get along."

"How the fuck am I supposed to spend any time with him without slicing his throat?" I ask, looking at Alex who is still staring at Mateo with his arms crossed.

"Anala you have no choice. If we don't take them down all hell will break loose. I would pick any other people for this job but there is nobody that would do this better than you two. You two are the best there is."

"Damn straight," Alex murmurs.

"You have two weeks before the mission."

As soon as Mateo finishes that sentence I walk out and pass Jay and Kaz. They don't try to stop me because one, I'm angry and things probably wouldn't end well and two, there wasn't much to the conversation left.

I go straight to the basement to train. I may as well use this anger to my advantage. I wrap my hands up and go straight to one of the punching bags. Alex's little brother is still training when I get there.

I watch him hit the bag over and over again and it seems as if he isn't aware of anything but hurting that bag. The kid looks like he has a lot of built-up anger.

I start to jab the bag and get in my element. I think of all the anger I feel and the hatred I have toward him.

Seeing him in person was like it was all happening over again. All of the sleepless nights, his fault. All of the moments I've spent wanting to die, his fault. The loss of appetite, his fault.

I know I could blame Mateo, Jay, and Kaz, and don't get me wrong, I do. But, Alex did it. Alex showed no remorse for killing my father. He has tried showing me sympathy which makes no sense. He lied to me to get closer to me so that he could kill my father. 

I'm left confused.

I must have zoned out because I zone back in from hearing a huge bang. I look to my right to see Alex's brother standing in front of a punching bag that is now on the floor.

"Damn kid you've got strength." To say the least, I'm impressed.

"I didn't mean to," he says scratching the back of his head, looking kind of worried.

"No worries. What's your name?"

"Luca but you can call me whatever you want, gorgeous," he winks.

I like this kid.

"Your name is Anala right?" I nod. "I'm gonna call you Lani from now on."

"My name is A-nal-a. Lani isn't even close to my name."