The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 20

LOVE could be a dangerous weapon. If not handled well, things could take a turn, and you won't even notice until you're the next victim.

Israel crossed his legs in front of the people kneeling. They all had that pathetic look on their faces as he stared at them with a detached look on his face.

As he played with his gun above the table, the sound of the men's heavy breathing engulfed the four corners of the room. The fear in their eyes was visible, as though they knew what would happen next.

"So, you were all the survivors of the night, Peter put our work at risk," he started after a short while. He lit a cigarette stick hidden in his pocket before he looked at the man kneeling in the middle.

"Y-Yes," the man uttered in response. The people in front of him were foreigners from a country named the Philippines. Their skin is close to tan with black hair; they are commonly mistaken for Latinos rather than Asians.

Israel suddenly grabbed onto his collar, and with his cigarette, he burned the man's skin on his hand.

The man immediately screamed in pain before he pushed him away. "Did I give you permission to speak?" he added, the other man groaning in pain.

"I gathered you all here after I broke you out of their security because I can't afford to lose my men," Israel started. He lit another cigarette while watching the men cower in fear.

"However," he said, before looking straight into their eyes again. "What were you all doing that made you all get caught in the act?" he continued.

Israel Sibal is a well-known and notorious mafioso in the Middle East. He rivals those other mafiosos responsible for their own crests and upbringing in life, making him one of the most fearsome people in the world.

He is best known for his quick thinking and detachment from the people around him.

"The jefe is asking you." Carlo, who had been silent all this time, hit the men on their backs as though he were scaring them to speak.

"F-Forgive us, boss! It was Ben's fault! He didn't make sure to keep a close eye on—"

Even before the man could explain his side, the sound of the gun echoed through the four corners of the room, and a body fell to the floor.

"In short, the security is lax," he added, staring right at the pool of blood in front of him. His eyes then switched to the remaining other people, only to see them lowering their gazes to the ground.

"Carlo," Israel suddenly called out. The man then turned around to look at him, and immediately a smirk crept into his lips.

As their eyes met each other halfway, he couldn't help but sneer in his head.

"Kill all of them and leave no trace," he said, standing up from his seat. The room was then filled with the sound of the people begging him not to kill them, cursing him to their deaths, and the loud sound of reigning bullets signifying their demise.

Meanwhile, he walked out of the room, his other subordinates following him as he strolled towards the long, empty hallway.

"Next agenda," Israel uttered, looking at Hugo on the side.

"Sir Sasaki invited you to a gala in Japan," the man replied, his hands holding onto a piece of paper.

Just as they were walking, Israel suddenly stopped for a moment when he heard the door creak open close to the end of the hallway.

Dressed in a light floral dress with white slippers, Althea came out of the door holding onto a book. Her black raven hair was braided into twintails as her eyes blinked at the sight of the man.

"Mi amor," he immediately uttered once he saw her. His lips would curl into a narrow smile, as though each and every gesture he felt whenever she was around was an automatic move—something involuntary to him.

"Is the meeting over?" Althea asked him in a soft tone before she felt his arm wrap around her waist.

"Yes," Israel replied. His eyes then darted at his subordinates and he looked at them with an indifferent gaze. "Leave," he mouthed.

In one instance, the people have now headed straight to their own designated tasks, and they were left all alone in the empty hallway.

The man then embraced her in a hug, his forehead leaning towards her chest.

"Is something wrong?" Althea asked him. The man then lifted his gaze again and pushed her towards the wall of the corridor, lifting her chin a little.

He stared right into her eyes, those fiery orbs. When Althea thought that he was going to kiss her, she prepared herself for the sensation, but there was none.

The man just looked at her for a few seconds before he moved away a little.

A grin drew into his lips before his eyes looked sharply at her. "We were invited to a gala in Japan, Amor," he said while stroking her hair gently, slowly putting it close to his lips, and kissing the tip.

"J-Japan?"  Althea asked, stuttering. It was just all of a sudden that made her surprised.

"I'll have the others dress you up; we'll be seeing my compadres there," the man added. His lips then stopped close to her ears. "I hope you're not planning your escape by then," he added before he finally moved away.

Contrary to what Althea expected, the man didn't seem to make a move on her today. He simply gave her a warning, as though he could sense something was wrong.

Once the man distanced himself from her, he just smiled at her mischievously.

Was she caught that early on? Was it just an act of warning in case anything happened?

Althea could feel her heart pounding hard as she gulped. The man just walked away in her direction, leaving her dumbfounded.

"Fuck you," she mumbled to herself, clutching the book in her hand. Her eyes were full of anger and vengeance.