✍︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 [dark mafia romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

| 06 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑

Who was that man?

I still couldn't get the events of yesterday out of my head. The image of how I chased after the unknown man, who caught me with Gabriella, was still in my head.

After I saw the camera's flash, I lost all of my common sense.

Unfortunately, this has always been the case.

Aggression crept up every time life provoked me to take extremes, which tends to happen a lot.

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That evening, all logical thoughts evaporated. As soon as I left the club room, I noticed how the uninvited man ran to the nearby alley. After catching up with the stranger, I cornered him.

Like a rat in a trap.

"Don't kill me, D'Angelo," the man pleaded.

I looked at the man disgustingly and fiercely, like a predator dissecting its victim. His fear made my heart dizzy.

After putting the gun back on the man's forehead, I growled, "Give me the camera."

The man was shaking. No matter where ever this fucker came from, he won't get out of here alive. The gun was pressed against the guy's forehead, he threw the camera in front of my feet in fright.

Two more men ran into the alley.

"Leonardo, what's going on?" the first one asked.

"Shut up, Dante," I yelled as I pressed the barrel of the gun against the man's forehead even harder.

The second one didn't say a word, he just picked up the camera lying on the dirty asphalt. He opened the photo section and growled, "Well, what the hell do you get from this picture? Who do you work with?"

"You won't get anything from me!"

Hearing a flurry of dirty words coming from the fearfully trembling man, I could only pull the trigger of my gun.

I don't have time for this nonsense, we'll have to figure it out ourselves. The shot crackled and echoed through the alley. The guy fell backwards and leaned against the wall stuttering, "M... M... Ma..."

And it faltered, but that didn't stop me - the second shot was decisive. Because of all the anger, I have to shoot again.

Cockroaches tend to survive even without a head.

Blood poured from the guy's head. His mouth gaped strangely. Dante searched the man's pockets but found nothing. I grabbed the camera from the second guy and took a closer look.

I could see the silhouettes of me and Gabriella on the screen. This bastard was taking pictures of us, but for what? Furious, I pounded the camera with all my might until it snapped. Throwing the broken camera into the container, I squinted towards Dante and the other man, "Fix it."