The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 60

TW: Mention of violence.

OLIVER

6 YEARS LATER

"We had a mission, Leo. I know that I asked you to help me kill the entire American mafia. I did it for Mia. You did it so that you could threaten the French mafia to help you kill the Capo, and you become the Capo." I look at him and say firmly, "That was our mission, and we completed it successfully."

Leo smiles and replies in a sarcastic tone, "Fortunately, we did complete it very successfully, and we killed everyone in the American Mafia. We gave no quarter to anyone; we destroyed everyone in the mafia. And we did kill the Capo, and now, I'm the Capo." He continues, "We were successful in everything we did, in everything that we set out to accomplish, and we did everything together. That's why I want you to work alongside me."

My heart is beating in my chest, and I'm scared of him. Ever since Bella died, he has become a cold, ruthless assassin. I hate working with the mafia. I hate that I have to take its help to keep Mia safe. What I don't understand is why Leo expects me to work with him. But I don't want to work with him; I just want to make sure that he and his men don't end up dead.

So I respond to him in a cold and sarcastic tone, "Listen to me, Leo. This is the worst thing you could have asked me to do. If you'd asked me to be the hitman for your enemy, it would be something I'd have never considered. This is a mistake."

He sighs heavily and then says, "This is our life, Oliver. That's the way things are done in my world. We go to war, we fight. It's what I do, what we do, and we'll continue to do it until we either kill the enemy or we die."

"When I said that I wanted to kill everyone in the American Mafia, I didn't mean that I wanted to join the Italian Mafia." I say, pointing to my head and then pointing at the other people in the room.

"I know that you didn't mean that, Oliver. But that's how things are done in my world." Leo replies, "I'm not going to argue with you. I know that you're scared of me, but I'm not going to kill you because you're scared. I'm not going to kill you because you're afraid. I'm going to kill you because you're a traitor, and you betrayed me. You betrayed me, and you betrayed Mia."

I feel my heart drop, and I feel my anger rising. I'm not a traitor. I didn't betray him. I didn't betray Mia. I didn't betray anyone. I'm just trying to keep Mia safe. I didn't know what to do.

"You're right. I'm not going to kill you because you're scared. I'm going to kill you because you're a traitor, and you betrayed me." Leo says, his voice getting louder. "You betrayed me, you betrayed Mia, and you betrayed your family. You betrayed me because you're a traitor, and I'm not going to let you get away with it." He adds.

"You're going to kill me because I'm a traitor?" I ask, my voice rising.

"Yes, I'm going to kill you because you're a traitor, and I'm not going to let you get away with it." He reiterates.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, my voice getting louder.

"I want you to work with me." Leo says, his voice getting louder.

"I can't work with you." I say, my voice getting louder.

"I want you to work with me." Leo growls animalistically.

"I don't want to work with you." I say, yelling loudly.

"You don't want to work with me?" He roars out.

"No, Leo! I don't want to work with you because I want to go back to Mia - the love of my life. I want to win her back. It's been six years. Six fucking years, Leonardo Moretti. She hates me. I vanished from her life for six years." I shout, feeling tears fall from my eyes.

Leo stands up and then very carefully walks around the bed to face me. He sits down next to me and asks in a soft voice, "She can't hate you, Oliver. She loves you."

I can't stop my tears. I feel like someone put tear gas in my eyes.

I weakly reply, "But I left her. I left her, and I didn't even tell her why I left. But I left her because I had to. I had to save her and me from the mafia. I left her because I didn't want her to be involved in this mess. I left her because I didn't want her to be hurt or killed."

"She's not going to be hurt or killed. Don't worry about that." Leo replies, his voice sounding reassuring.

I snort and say in a cold tone, "You don't know that."

"You're right. I'm not a cent per cent sure about that, but I do know that I know how the mafia works. You did a good job with your intelligence; you saved her from being hurt and killed once again. I know that you did a good job, and I'm proud of you, Oliver." He says, his voice sounding very strong and confident and almost reassuring.

My anger is still there, and I continue to feel like I'm being torn apart. I can't stop crying. Leo leans in and whispers softly, "I'm proud of you, Oliver."

"Thanks, Leo."

"Go to LA. I'm giving you one of the private jets for as long as you need." He hugs me, and I hug him back, silently thanking him.

"I'm going to pack some essentials."

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements." I move out of his room and enter mine. I change into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans from my dress shirt, blazer and dress pants. Grabbing my phone, laptop, chargers and some clothes, I dump them in my travel bag. I head back to Leo's room and tell him that I'm leaving.

"Bye, Oliver. Give me a call if you need anything. And I mean it."

"Yeah yeah." I say, and he rolls his eyes in annoyance, replying, "There's a car outside."

As I sit in the black Ferrari, I remember my conversation with Leo right after the accident.

"What makes you think that I want to fight against the American Mafia? You know, in your world, Americans are the biggest criminals there are, right? I'm a part of the mafia, so what's your big idea here?"

"This is about Mia, Leo. I want to do it my way, not your way."

I stand up from the bed and begin pacing in front of him. I'm going to fight the American mafia. And I'm going to do it my way. Actually, I don't want to fight the American mafia. I want to kill everyone in the American mafia. And I want you to help me take down the American mafia." I continue, "You're the best killer in the world, Leo. You're the best killer in the world, and I want you to help me take down the American mafia."

Once I finish my rant, I'm breathing heavily, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to be killed. I'm scared that Leo is going to kill me. I'm scared that I'm going to be killed because I want to kill the American mafia. I'm scared that I'm going to be killed because I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm scared that I'm going to be killed because I'm going to do what I want to do.

"I want to kill the American mafia. I want to kill the American mafia. I want to kill the American mafia." I say, over and over again.

"Fine. I'll help you. I owe you one anyways for saving my ass when you were fifteen."

"Yeah, you do, Leo."

I snap out of my trance as the car comes to a halt in front of the airport. I grab my bag and head to the entrance gate - thinking about how I'm going to make the famous businesswoman and supermodel - Amelia Grace Thompson - fall in love with me once again.

A/N: This book has come to an end!!!! And there are no amounts of words that I can use to thank all of my readers, but there's one person who I want to mention and that is my best friend: Sakshi. Thank you for sticking by me all through this journey and giving me awesome feedback! I love you, bro!!!