Devil's Snare

Chapter 6- So, was Lucifer your point?

Alzea woke up feeling beaten and tired. She got excited thinking of meeting the little kid. She enjoyed her job a lot; the kid reminded her of her little brother when he was young. She would spill lots and lots of kisses on the kid's cheek as soon as she saw him, and the kid felt the same way about Alzea. He would throw tantrums on the days he did not get to see her to the point that the parents had to video call her to calm the kid down.

She always prayed to God to keep him safe whenever she got a chance; he was too pure and innocent for this world.

Looking at Alzea, her roommate asked, "Wassup with you, girl? You look like a Monalisa at the Louvre but with eyebags and a wineglass in her hands".

Alzea did not respond; she just chuckled. "I am glad you are finding happiness in my unkempt appearance."

"Girl! You need to look for another job; that job is tiring you". Said her roommate handling Alzi a cup of coffee.

"Shush. The kid is an angel", said Alzea.

"Yep. so was Lucifer, your point?" said her roommate sipping her coffee.

Alzea glared at her roommate, "Nah. I like this job; besides, I feel bad for the kid, and I love him". She knows how much childhood incidents affect adult life.

She continued, "the mum loves him, at least I think she does, but she is not around much. They leave in the morning and come back at night. I guess the dad works for some billionaire or someone and is always mostly out of town; I have only seen the dad once". Said Alzea sipping her coffee.

"Girl. I don't know how you do it; you think that the world is a beautiful place and nothing bad can ever happen, but I can tell you it is not. I will tell you one thing, your compassion is your gift, and don't let anyone take it away from you. If I were babysitting that demon, I would've called a priest to perform an exorcism".

Alzea spat her coffee, laughing hard. "Now that's some vampire diaries level nonsense." "Your compassion is your gift Elena, carry it with you," Alzea said sarcastically; she continued before she was interrupted, "Girl. I am 25 without a real job; I am dead inside. I patch it up with coffee and some dead dark humor. I might need a serial killer or a mafia don to kidnap me to get my life more exciting".

"Be careful what you wish for, girl; you might get it," said her roommate smacking her on her hand. Alzea let out an "OW".

"Shore..... A mafia man will pick me up from all of NYC and take me to his den to marry me. I am delusional, babe, not that delusional", said Alzea throwing on her pants to go out with her roommate. They were organizing a charity event with some live music and some dance to help raise money for autistic kids.

Meanwhile, at Cavallo Household:

At 9 am, someone knocked on Rafael's door; he got up feeling irritated and walked over in his sweatpants to open the door. He opened the door seeing a maid was standing in front of him. "What is it?', he asked, annoyed and irritated; the main was awestruck seeing the god in front of her. His mouth-watering eight-pack was on display; his hair was disheveled, his voice was groggy and gruffly, and his muscular biceps were holding the doorknob. In a word, he looked beyond sexy and delectable.

Rafael was aware of the maid's gaze, "what are you looking at? Why the hell was he knocking on my door?" the maid shuddered at his tone. "Ma... Master Victor asked you to come down", told the maid and ran from the man.

Rafael walked into his bathroom and took a shower, thinking about the brown-eyed girl he saw yesterday, but he decided to shelve that thought for now and get on with his day.

He walked to the dining table, taking a piece of toast in his hand, "What is it, Vic? What was so urgent that you had to call me at 9 am".

"Geller is missing," said Victor, biting on a piece of toast.

"What? How?" asked Rafael shocked.

Geller is one of his trusted assistants; he has been working with the family since he was 21; the man is very loyal, but due to circumstances or for some other reasons, he chose to betray the brothers and pay the price with his life which the brothers aren't aware of.

"I have no idea; we need to find out," Victor said, biting on another piece of toast, saying this Vic got up to get ready for the office.

Both brothers concentrate on work—Adrian, the man whom they killed yesterday, and now Geller. Someone is messing with them, thought Rafael. He was in deep thought when Victor said, "We are missing documents on the Russian gun shipment auction we were supposed to hold this week."

"What? Damn it, bro, how?". Rafael and Victor were sure someone was doing this; it doesn't take intellect to figure out who that is, "Geller, that bastard betrayed us," said Victor hurling the paperweight onto Rafa's table. The table shattered at the impact. "TF bro, what the hell, stop throwing things around, we will find him, and when we do find it, we will feast on his blood."

When Victor was about to respond, his phone rang, and he immediately knew who it was. "TF, do you want Marcel?" Asked Victor, seething.

"I just wanted to let you know that I pleased the Russians," chided Marcel happily.

Rafael grabbed the phone and mocked, "What? Did you offer them group BJs"?

Marcel was angry, but he wasn't going to let the brothers ruin the victory that he had won against the brothers in a long time, thanks to Geller. He is happy that he got Russians to budge to his deal. "If I did, Rafa, I would do better than you."

Rafa snatched the phone and hurled it at the wall breaking it. They were not in a happy mood, and everyone knew to keep it down. When they were in their office seething at the loss of the deal, their assistant walked into the room and informed them that there was some issue at their new construction sight.

"Sir, we are having an issue at our construction sight; the officer that was supposed to approve our plan isn't budging; he is demanding that he needs to see the original blueprints. Otherwise, he will complain to the township to take the building down." The assistant was sweating bullets as both the brothers were angry, and the room condition indicated some commotion. He did not want to get on their wrong side.

Rafael decided to take care of the officer issue as Victor had to oversee their security procedure update; he is going to tighten up the hiring process and onboarding of their employees. They will adopt strict policies on what documents employees can access and what they cannot. They cannot let another mishap happen as they have already lost some deals.

Rafael left the office, got to his Audi, and sat in the back seat like his boss. He loved things in order and did his way. He loved being on time for events, especially those making an entrance. To him, the world revolves around Rafael Cavallo. But much to his dismay, there is bumper-to-bumper traffic ahead.

He was beyond annoyed. First, Geller's betrayal and disappearance, Marcel getting the Russian deal, issues at the construction site, and the traffic. His patience was wearing thin. He wanted to clear the traffic by shooting his way through it. According to him, there are only three ways to solve a problem. Sex, Money, and Guns. He used all of them according to the situation.

Seeing the traffic ahead of him, "what the fuck is going on, Rick? Asked Rafael, very annoyed.

"I think there is a group of people dancing and collecting money for a charity Capo," responded Rick looking ahead.

"Fucking Charities, I hate them; they are like a plague to this society." He cursed, wanting to kill someone.

He got out of his car to see what was going on. People crowded the area so much that there was no place for him to get through. Just when he was about to get back, he heard a loud cheering that would burst his eardrum. Now he is curious to see why everyone is so impressed.

He walked forward and stood in front of a group of people looking for the source of their cheering. That is when he saw someone.