Mobster (BWWM)

Chapter 17

Marco

That fool thought that he could credit my coke and then fled the US and ran back to his motherland with my money. Oh, he had another thing coming if he thought that I would let it slide like that. I was on one of my private jets flying to Paris to get my money back from that fucker. Lorenzo, Salvatore, Adriano, and seven more of my trusted men were with me.

Kelly and I still weren't on good terms. She still said that she wanted an out which was not possible. When I get back, I need to set down a few ground rules because she has been disobeying every fucking thing that I told her to do. She has been waking up in the mornings and wanting to go running which was not possible seeing as she wanted to go alone. My god, that woman was so fucking stubborn. She wasn't afraid of me. That was why I loved her so much. She was so different and smart.

One of my men called me saying that Kelly wanted to go shopping. I told him that he and the other men should keep their eyes on her. Whenever I wasn't there, that's the time that she wanted to go shopping. That woman was trying her utmost best to outsmart me.

I slouched on my seat and did a few business transactions on my Mac laptop which was sitting on my lap.

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An hour later, we landed in Paris. The weather was pretty good. The sky was clear and the city was its usual busy self with a lot of foreigners. I stepped out into the bright sunlight and put my shades on. We went into the two black bulletproof Cadillac escalades which were waiting on us.

I got to my hotel room, took a shower, and shaved my beard. I didn't like facial hair. I called Kelly's phone but she didn't pick up. Each time that I called her phone, she either declined or ignored my call. I was losing my patience with that woman. I put on my gun holster and put my pistols inside. I poured a shot of bourbon. I was ready for business.

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Warning: Dark theme. May be triggering to some readers.

"Where the fuck is he?!" I yelled at Pierre Martin's wife as I aimed my gun at her head.

My men were searching the apartment for him but couldn't find him. We also deactivated the security system a few minutes before to hide any evidence. Knowing that this was going to be a bloodbath after we were done here and those useless cops would be investigating after.

"I don't know where he is." She stuttered and trembled in fear.

I knew this bitch was lying. He was hiding somewhere in the apartment.

"Bitch, you have two seconds to tell me where that fucker is!" I warned her as I held the trigger of my pistol.

"He's not here. I swear, don't hurt me or my daughter." She pleaded.

This bitch was trying my patience.

I raised my brows at her. "Times up, bitch!" I pulled the trigger and shot her in the forehead. Her lifeless body plopped on the floor as her head exploded like a volcano.

"Capo, we found the bastard," Adriano informed me.

"Good," I said to him while walking to where the fucker was hiding.

I saw him hiding in a compartment room.

I aimed my gun at him as he held his hands up in defense.

"Marco, I have your money." He stated but it was too late for him.

"Where is it?" I looked at him stoically.