Sweet Girl (BWWM)

Chapter Fourteen

NOT EDITED, ignore mistakes.

Definitely about to change the age gap to  8 years instead of 11 lmaoo. I do live for a good age gap though☹️.
Iyesha is still 22
Santo is now 30.

Third Person
"You killed my father!"
Gabriella held the gun in her hands, shakily.

"And your mother."
Saint smiled at her.

"You're evil!"
She cried.

"You had someone dear to my heart kidnapped and planned to be killed, and you thought I was stupid enough to never notice? You are a foolish, foolish girl Gabby—"
Santo's eerily calm tone sent shivering running down her back.

"What were you expecting to happen, she would disappear and I would magically fall for you? Make our marriage real? Hmm?"
Each step Santo took decreased the space between them.

"I'll kill you."
She warned.

"So pull the trigger baby, I am just waiting for you to make that bold move."
He put his hands up, in a mocking surrender.

"Do it."
She pulled the trigger but nothing happened. The gun was empty.

Waving the clip in the air, Santo fake pouted.
"Foolish, foolish girl."
In the blink of an eye, before she even got the chance to panic— Gabriella laid bleeding out on the marble floor of Santo's home.

•••••••

Now on to his father.

"You should have known better than to fucking cross me."
Santo delivered another blow to his father's face. His chest heaved up and down with anger.

"Santo stop it!"
His mother pled her only son.

"You'll always be pathetic, allowing a woman to make you behave this way."
By now his father's mouth was bloodied, his face was puffy and swollen from the torment of Santo's fists.

"You make me behave this way. You're an evil man, no one will miss you."
Santo spat before stepping back to admire his work.

He had his father, the Don of the Genovese branch of the Mafia— tied up, beaten, bloodied, at the brink of death. A place where many had tried, but had failed to get him. And now his one and only son was the one to finally to an end to his terror.

"You think I'm evil. How will Iyesha think of you when she really sees you for who you really are. I'm evil? What does that make you? When she sees that everywhere you go and every person you touch ends up dead. She'll leave you and all of this will be for nothing."

Santo tuned his father out as he unloaded his revolver before placing a single bullet back into the chamber.

"You're the pathetic one."
That was the last thing his father heard before his brains laid spattered on walls, his body slumped over in the wooden chair he was restrained in.

"Santo what are you thinking!"
His mother covered her face and cried.

"You caused this. You told him about Iyesha knowing— you knew. You knew what would happen you still told. I hate you."
He spat at his mother before kicking the chair that held his father's corpse to the ground.

"You can clean this up, maybe you can gain back my trust."
Tucking his gun in his waist band he left the home of his parents.

•••••••

Two weeks had passed since Luciano saved Iyesha and Santo was yet to see her. In person at least. He called her on FaceTime, but she never picked up the video chats— ashamed of her healing scars. She would only answer the audio calls, just wanting to hear his voice, seeking comfort in his assuring words.