Mafia's Assassin

Chapter 11

After organising my office to normal standards with the assistance of the maids, I dismiss them finding myself full of restless energy. Deciding to take a stroll, I head down the helps corridor. Sounds of shouts and wails bounce from the walls in muffled echos. Continuing my trail I find the narrowing of winding stairs behind a a large rusted door, bolts and locks on the outer side

"The dungeon.." muttering to myself, I decend the stone steps feeling the drop in temperature and only soft lit glows of the torches to light my way. Nearing the bottom my fingers run along the bars of the empty cells

"What were you looking for ? Why my wife ?!" Nicos demands are met with more wails and moans. I stop outside the cell, unseen in the shadows

"Didn't you hear ? Your wife's got quite the reputation for putting out" his laugh laced with menace, my knuckles tighten. Walking into the room my fist pounds of his temple, his head swinging to the left as his lip splits in contact.

Nico has to catch and drag me from the room, fists clenched, teeth gritted as the man's laughter echos from the walls

"Emilie what are you doing ?" His hand still firmly on my wrist as I try to shake it free

"No man gets to talk about me that way and not bleed for it" I seeth to him,

"He did and now you given him exactly what he wanted, a rise" his features unchanged, hand unmoved in my feeble attempt

"I want to know why!" My eyes full of anger "I want to know why he came in to our home!" I began to pace "why did they go your you when they were targeting me" Turning to look at Nicos expression

"We will, as long as you let me do my job" his brows are raised to me as his eyes flick between my own, concern registering. Closing my eyes and focusing my breathing I nod letting Nico go back to the man. Nico covers his face with a cloth pouring a liter of water into the fabric, tilting him back with the help of Luka. Removing the cloth the man is brought back center coughing and spluttering

"I won't ask again" Nicos white sleeves rolled to his elbows
"How about a game of yes and No ?" grabbing charging cables "I ask a question and you answer the above.." placing the clamps together, electrical currents zap on contact

"You work for the Chinese.." his head remains unmoved so Nico runs the current through his chest. He shakes and vibrates, chest heaving outwards

"You are apart of the Sweeds ?" His head shakes no

"You work for the Russians" his eyes flick to Nico then me and Nico nods clasping the clamps together away from the man

"You answer and I won't torture you.." he now circles the man "my wife, why ?"

"Shes a Roderigarez" his words like vemon towards me and Nico now sends the currents again though his chest as he screams and heaves

"No.. shes a Giovarni" his eyes flick to mine as he raises his head proud of his possession, my heart quickening

"You target the Roderigarez.." Now playing with a blade

"The family is weak" his eyes hold anger towards me and my jaw tightens "we want them gone, all of them"

"What does my wife have to do with this ?"

"Didn't she tell you ?" His head tilted "we have reason to believe of a bastard child in the mix, don't we Emilie ?" Nicos eyes flick to mine

"And if one survives then so does their line" I drive a knife into his thigh and twist, his head swings back with the pain as he growls, knuckles whitening in their restraints gripping the chair.

Running from the dungeon I head to the garage pulling out onto the drive when Nico arrives

"Emilie !" He slams his hand on the bonnet of my ferrari, his features glow in the headlights

"Get out the car" my grip tightens on the wheel "Get.out.the.car.now" his voice stern to match his features

"Move Nico" my heart increasing with each squeeze. Nico remains unmoving so I push my foot down, revving the car. Our eyes connect breifly and he knows I won't let it go. Stepping aside Nico watches as I wheel spin from the drive flicking gravel

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"Your Martini" nodding my thanks I head for booth number three. It wasn't long till I heard the sound of approaching heels

"Your back.."

"I didn't have a choice" my fingers running round the rim of the glass" I had quite the infestation ..." our eyes meet and the familiarity hits me again

"Exterminators ?"

"Not needed" swiftly swaying away the words with my hand "I handled it although.." the woman straddles my lap to keep up appearances "I'm dying to know, how was the trip ?"

"Well" her hips grinding above mine, palms on my shoulders "thinking of revisiting in couple months time" I nod pulling her head close to mine

"Be safe" mine and her eyes connect again, but fear isn't present

"You to" Sliding a bill between her breasts, we kiss briefly and I slide from the booth, smirking at the odd man who was watching the interaction between us.