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I was fed up with Ortez's games so I brought the man he assigned as his left hand after I killed his last.
And here he is in front of me, handcuffed.
"Where is his place?" I ask him, giving him a deadly glare.
"I won't tell you." He wines as I move the dagger across his thigh.
"Yes, you will." I raise it then dig it deep in his leg. He screams out loud.
"Where. is. he?" I demand.
"I won't tell you." He repeats his words, his eyes filled with pain.
"You sure about that? You will have to decide that after you hear this." I shake the phone in my hand as I press the play bottom, I push it in his face to see.
On the screen, there is a teenage girl, his daughter, her hands and legs tied with ropes. She screams and kicks against them but no use, they are professionally tied.
"This girl, if you don't tell me where that figlia de puttana is, will die." I toss the phone across the room.
"Fine, fine. He is staying at his father's place in the mountains." He speaks quickly.
"Hmm." That place is hard to track.
"Let her go." He breaths, his wounds hurting him.
"She was never with me, this is recorded," I smirk at him as I shoot him.
I will kill you, Sandros Ortez.
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We sit in my office gathered, Amaris and Alessandra's presence is useless only annoying while Zeus, Fabrizio and Savio and I are discussing things while Valentina sits on my lap.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, I grab it seeing a blocked user on the display.
I stay silent waiting for the caller to speak. "Emilio Donatiello." It was Sandro's Ortez. Valentina freezes at hearing his voice.
"Tell me, Ortez. Missed me?" I mock him as Valentina shifts in my lap. I place my hand over her inner thigh. I capture everyone's attention when I say his name.
"You killed him. You killed my left hand again." He hisses.
"I know."
"I am sick of this rivalry between us. It should come to an end." He exclaims.
"I agree." For the first time, I do.
"Then meet me tomorrow, you already know my place." As he finished his sentence, I ended the call.
"What did he say?" everybody in the room almost asks if not aloud with their eyes.
"He wants to end it tomorrow with a fight of course." I shrug, twirling Valentina's hair in my hand.
"Finally." Amaris sighs.
"But how will we and who will go?" Alessandra asks and I can say that Savio had the same question.
"Zeus, Savio, Fabrizio and my other men. We should prepare loads of guns and weapons to be on the safe side." I acknowledge them.
"I want to go," Valentina demands.
"No." I deadpan.
"I should be there." She urges.
"Fine," I grumble.
"Damn, she got you wrapped in her finger." Fabrizio teased.
I ignore him but when I feel the blush forming on Valentina's cheeks, I smile.
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We made a plan, everybody agreeing on it.
Emilio raised me from his lap, whispering in my ear "I have to make a call." I don't feel okay about this.
"Sì," I mumble standing up so he can. When he closes the door after him, I excuse myself following Emilio.
I walk on my tiptoes as I notice he stopped in of the rooms on his floor.
"I will be there." He sighs.
"Love you too." He mumbles and my heart sinks to the floor.
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