Guardian Angel

Chapter 19 - A First Love

I enter the abandoned warehouse that Amado had sent me the address to.

The first thing I see as I enter is Amado punch the fuck out of the idiot I asked him to bring me. The fucker groans in pain and Amado backs away from him to let me take over.

"Had to wake him." He shortly explains.

Paolo Bernardi is tied to a chair right in front of me with a bloody nose. He looks at me with boredom and he seems calm.

"Who is Gianna Romano to you?" I immediately ask the question that I so badly want to know.

"My ex." Is all he responds with, and I motion for him to go on. If he complies then his death might be quick and painless.

"We were together for two years until I cheated on her, and she caught me." He answers nonchalantly.

His words hit a nerve in me at the thought of Gianna being hurt by a stupid idiot like him. Who in their goddamn mind would cheat on her?

I punch him in the face harder than Amado had done. It causes him to fall back with the chair and I hear his head hit against the ground causing him to groan in pain.

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and easily pull him back up. He glares at me as if it's going to have some sort of effect on me.

"If this is because I kissed her without consent then I would like to say that Marcello paid me to do it." His words make Amado immediately look at me.

"What do you know about Marcello?" Amado gets closer.

"Nothing. He looked for me and offered me a lot of money to kiss, fuck, or do whatever to Gianna." The idiot is confessing all of this as if he thinks he's going to walk out of here alive.

Amado looks angry at his words and nods backing away. He can clearly see the anger that is slowly beginning to rise inside my body.

"I only kissed her and did nothing more because I respect her. She was my first love. Every day I regret betraying her the way I did." His stupid fucking words make me calmly slide the chair he is in back against the wall.

"And yet you betrayed her again." I calmly say, unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of my shirt.

"Anything else you want to say?" Amado asks from across the room relaxing back in a chair. Paolo shakes his head.

I immediately throw a punch to his stupid fucking little fuck boy face. I throw one after the after the other, not stopping for even a second to breathe.

My brain is hazed with pure rage and anger because of what he did to her and what he could have done to her that day. I'm fucking angry at myself for not letting her explain and not believing her. It's very fucking clear to me now that this was all a set up by Marcello.

I have no self-control at the moment, and no one is stopping me, so I take all my rage out on the motherfucker in front of me.

A good while later, I stop and get out of the trance I'm in when my phone begins to ring in my pocket. I now realize how hard I'm breathing, the thin coat of sweat on my forehead, and how busted and bloodied my knuckles are.

I pull my phone out as I stare at the half dead man in front of me and pure satisfaction overtakes me. His face is unrecognizable and bloody just how I wanted to see him.

"Speak." I say into the phone as I take my gun out from my waistband and I shoot the fucker between the eyes, doing him a favor and immediately ending his worthless life.

I let out a small breath as I close the trunk of my car.

That shopping spree was very much needed.

I suddenly feel a presence behind me, and I immediately turn around. I don't know whether to cry because of what he has done or to stab him in the throat with my heel.

"Why did you do it?" I instantly question him.

"Because you don't deserve anything after what you did to me." Marcello stands right in front of me and looks me in the eyes with pure hatred.

I look at him confused because I haven't done anything to him. I wouldn't have hurt him then and it's still causing me trouble to do it now.

"You could have given me everything. If you really were as intelligent as Dario said you were then you would have taken his offer and then given me everything." He adds on with a glare.

"I'm his only son. The mafia, his money, businesses, and everything is supposed to be mine. I'm going to have it all. I just need to get rid of every single person that is standing in my way." There's something mental definitely happening to him because his eyes are dead.

"That woman that gave us both lives, and I took hers away, is the person who could have prevented this. She was a horrible mother and she got what she deserved." His words snap something in me.

I punch him in the face, and I hear something crack at the same time he slightly groans in pain.

No one is going to talk about my mother like that. I don't care who they are or the relation they have to me.

Marcello wipes his bloody nose with the back of his hand before wrapping it around my throat tightly.

"As soon as you find the Ivanov's and Dario dead on the floor bleeding out with foam coming out of their mouths, it is when I suggest that you start running." He squeezes tighter beginning to cut off my oxygen.

"I also recommend that you tell Morelia Carrillo and Akim Ivanov to stop looking for me. Unless they want their little secrets to be known by everyone." With that he harshly lets go of me.

He walks away as I try to catch my breath while I massage my neck softly. He definitely left bruises.

He told me so much at once.

I have no clue what he could mean about Morelia and Akim. That isn't that important though.

What is important is that he doesn't lay a finger on my father and Leonid. I can't let that happen for my own sanity.

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Short chapter again. I'm sorry lol :')