Fatalé (18+)

Chapter thirteen

Ilaria

It was never okay to feel this much amount of hatred for someone you have barely met.

I don't hate Niccolò. I despise him.

After he threatened me, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I was plotting, I wanted to plot to kill him but all I could see was rage. I couldn't think straight with having him this close in proximity, all because I couldn't handle my rage. Niccolò and his men were everywhere, and I wasn't going to attempt an escape, but what I was going to attempt is on Niccolò's life.

We left the shitty shelter that Niccolò kidnapped me into and held me hostage. The fact that he thought it was okay to do so was beyond me, has he not realised yet how badly he has fucked up? Do mafia men not realise the consequences of their actions? Perhaps not, my father never did. It's why many things happened in our life, things that were never intended to be. I never blamed him because he always did things in the best interest of his wife and his children, but when you haven't seen him for the last eight years, and you don't speak to him, you begin to believe only the things you know. Nothing else.

Niccolò said he was going to release me but I don't know how much of that was true. If I sense that he was manipulating me into thinking I was leaving, I would leave my way but as of now, it seemed like he was actually going to release me. I never seen Stefano and his wife ever again. Hopefully, I never do. He jeopardised my identity, though my name wasn't discreet, considering who my father is but I've gone eight years using the name, no one has managed to identify me except this bastard. I felt panicked, if word got around that someone has met an Ilaria, the Lombardi's will come marching down.

Just as I make way, following Niccolò out, I take advantage of the little time I was unsupervised. I saw a gun hanging from Niccolò's belt on his right. I clench my jaw and my fists and then, I reach for it. I never cared enough to think about what would happen to me whilst I do bizarre things like this, but it was always okay to take risks when you know how to manage it. With Niccolò, in the short time span I've gotten to know him, I learnt that he wasn't the one to react quickly, or so I thought. Only because most of the time I'm speaking to him, he seems to be on the barrel end of the gun. I don't know if it's unfortunate for him or he wasn't intimidated by me, but the way he looks tells me the latter. As soon as I reached for that gun, Niccolò's men turned their gun to me while I simultaneously, drew Niccolò's gun towards him.

Niccolò swiftly turns around, his attention summoned by all the clicking of those guns drawn to me. His eyes locate the commotion that happened all behind him and when he realised the situation, he quickly registers his orders to his men.

"Se qualcuno di voi le spara, vi ammazzo tutti."

A second of panic fills his voice as he assesses the situation. I was sure about ten guns were pointing at me, and only one would kill me but per Niccolò's orders, I highly doubt I was going to die today. His eyes scan the scene behind me but I don't bother to look. My eyes remained on Niccolò.

"Don't you dare use Dante to threaten me ever again." I mutter. Niccolò blinks down at me, his upper lips quivers as I point the gun at him. He made no attempt to stop me, instead he watches me. Fire spreads through his eyes, brightening the colour of it. His eyes settled on me and then, moved to the gun. His hands were in his pockets as he stood in front of me. "If you touch my father, I will hunt you and become your worst nightmare Niccolò."

I glare at him, the silence was deafening. His glock was now pressed up his stomach as I step closer to him. I was triggered to pull that trigger by my anger, his face held not an ounce of intimidation and it angered me, distributing an unhealthy amount of grief in my system. I need to detox after leaving Niccolò's shitty residence, if it was even his residence. I highly doubt, a man like him isn't living in a state like this, surely not. But wherever we were, it smelt like shit, a disease, a fucking stupid capo.