Mobster (BWWM)

Chapter 6

Kelly..

I was still wondering who the hell would have broken into my apartment and trashed the place. I can't believe that they had stolen the MacBook that my dad had given me for my fourteenth birthday. It was the only thing that I had left that reminded me of him. It also had some important and confidential information stored on it. The photo album consisted of pictures of me, my dad, my aunt, and my cousin, Loren. They both mean so much to me and now they're gone. I still can't understand why they'd steal my MacBook and the photo album but didn't take the credit card or the cash that was lying on the table. Something just didn't add up at all.

Marco said that he would get them back but how? I think that he knew who broke in but he's not telling me. I asked him numerous times if he knew who did it and his answer was always the same; don't worry about it, Bella, I'll take care of it. Like damn! Speaking of Marco, he's been in Italy for three days. He said that he had some unfinished business to take care of there and he'll be back by Sunday. I didn't even enquire further. I missed him so much but he'll be back before I know it.

I met his brother, Luca, and his cousins, Lorenzo and Ricardo. Luca was so different from Marco. He was funny as hell and he always had a smile on his face. While Marco was always looking stoic and very quiet. Lorenzo and Ricardo were also quiet but very observant and always on the alert.

It was a busy Friday night at the club. The place was packed and crowded. The music blasted in the speakers throughout the entire building. I could smell marijuana, cigarettes, and alcohol. I just wanted to get home and complete the few assignments that were due on Monday. I wish I could say that I didn't wait until the last minute to complete my assignments but I couldn't.

I was done performing for the night. I put all the cash that I made in my bag along with my other stuff. I got dressed in high-waisted shorts and a yellow off-the-shoulder crop top along with matching heels. I grabbed my bag and cell phone.

"Hi, Kelly." Tory greeted me as she came inside the changing room. "Are you leaving already?"

I nodded at her. "Yeah, I have a few things to take care of. Did you just get here?"

"Yes," She responded. "I had some family emergency to take care of."

"I understand. Is everything okay now?" I asked her as she started combing her hair.

"I guess that it is." She shrugged a bit. "So, are you and Mr. Russo dating?" She asked with a gleam in her eyes.

"No, we aren't dating," I said, shaking my head as she smirked at me.

Marco and I weren't dating. I don't even know what we were doing. I knew that I did have feelings for him but I wasn't going to say that to Tory.

She nodded. "Okay, because I heard Coco telling Trinity that you're sleeping with Mr. Russo."

"That's a lie, Tory. I'm not sleeping with Marco." I said, lowering my voice as I saw Trinity coming inside. "We kissed but nothing else happened."

"It's fine, Kelly. Even if you were, nothing's wrong with that. They're just hurt because Mr. Russo is not looking their way."

"I know but it's not my fault that he's not into them." I spat. "I'm leaving now."

"That's true. Text me when you get home. Be safe now."

"Thanks, I will. Enjoy the rest of your night." I told her.

"Thanks, you too, Kelly."

We hugged each other and I walked out of the changing room as Trinity stared at me. I stared back at her.

Lorenzo and Ricardo were standing outside at the door waiting on me.

"I'm ready to go home," I said to both of them.

"Let's get you home," Lorenzo said while Ricardo nodded.

***

Marco..

Back In Italy.

I carefully turned the knob on the scope, focusing the red crosshair on the target about ten hundred meters away. I turned my sniper rifle as I steadied my eyes on none other than the Italian president, Stefano Rossi. I carefully watched as he walked towards the car with his security team. That two-faced Bastardo was the one supporting Matteo with all the guns and shipments. Sad to say with the money that I gave him to manage the country and take care of my people. That fucker was going to die now! I was beyond angry when Luca found out that was what he was doing with all the money that I gave him. He was a short man with grey hair and glasses. He was a hideous old fucker who only cared about himself.

I aimed for his head and before he could enter the Cadillac Escalade, I quickly pulled the trigger. His head exploded and shattered into pieces as his lifeless body landed on the ground. His security team rushed to his side as screams filled the air.

I stood there watching with a smug on my face. That fucker, Matteo, was next but he was going to feel my anger more than ever before. He was going to endure endless torturing before I blew his head off.

***

Kelly

"Kelly, I'm so happy to see you, my beautiful niece." My aunt Macy said as we sat together on the couch inside the living room.

"I'm happy to see you too, aunt Macy. I've been so busy with school."

I had given Lorenzo her address and told him to take me over to her place. It's been a while since I've seen her and Loren.

"I know, honey. You're glowing also." She complimented me with a bright smile on her face.

"Thanks, aunty. You're looking good yourself." I told her.

"You're welcome, Kelly, and thank you. I've been seeing someone for a week now." She confessed. "He's an architect who travels a lot. I met him at work."

"That's so nice. I'm so happy for you." I beamed at her.

"Thanks, maybe one weekend when you're not busy we can all have dinner together at his place." She suggested and I nodded at her.

"Sure, that would be nice. " I said. I was about to say something else when I heard something on the news about Italy.

"Aunt Macy, can you please turn up the volume a bit?"

"Oh, sure."

The news reporter said that the Italian president was assassinated yesterday in the country's capital as he was leaving a five-star hotel with his bodyguards. My eyes flared open as I remembered that Marco was in Italy.

I hope he was not hurt.

"Oh, my. I can't believe that they killed Stefano Rossi. He was such a good man to his people." My aunt said sadly.

"It's so sad. I have a very wonderful friend who's in Italy. I need to call him and see if everything is okay with him." I told her.

She nodded at me. "You should, honey. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, I would, thanks," I replied to her as I took the cell phone from my purse.

Aunt Macy went inside the kitchen as I called Marco's cell phone.

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