Twisted Fixation

『 Chapter 6 』

The original plan was to finish the job and go back straight to Sicily afterwards.

It is not the first time that someone has pretended to be him, especially when it involves drug trafficking or other minor offenses. His name may be well known throughout the world, and many criminals desire his great power. He understands the responsibility that comes with his position and takes it seriously.

Despite the dangers he faces every day, he never loses sight of his duty to uphold the name of his family.

Giancarlo Costa is not only a well-known mafia boss; he has also succeeded in building a name for himself in the business world. As a result, opinions of him among the general public have never been unanimous. While some believe him to be the devil with an angel's face, others see him as a kind individual who just so happened to inherit the family business.

"Sembra che non facesse parte della Blackwater, ma fosse un'agente di St. George. Era lì per lavoro, da qui i morti nella stanza," (It seems like she wasn't part of Blackwater, but was an agent of St. George. She was there for work, hence the dead in the room.) Favio said upon walking in the room, clutching Yuri's purse that they were able to retrieve from the room.

Giancarlo stroked his chin as Favio strewn the contents of Yuri's purse and even the accessories she was wearing on the table. When he saw the hairpin, he couldn't help but laugh. The tip still has his blood on it, but he has no intention of wiping it away.

"Sembra interessante. Assicurati che ogni centimetro di lei venga curato. Mi chiedo cosa abbia fatto per meritare la sua rabbia. Pensavo fosse l'angelo della morte." (It seems interesting. Make sure every inch of her is taken care of. I wonder what I did to deserve her wrath. I thought she was the angel of death.)

Favio just nodded at that. He silently admitted that he had the same thoughts especially seeing the crazed look in the woman's eyes although he doesn't know what could be the reason as to why she wanted to kill Giancarlo.

The fact that she even threatened his life in Italian language must mean that she has harbored a deep grudge against his boss.

Favio practically grew up with Giancarlo and would undoubtedly know if they had previously had an encounter with that woman. After all, such a look is difficult to forget. He wondered if she had been Giancarlo's woman, but with her obsidian hair, he knew that wasn't the case.

"L'indagine sarà conclusa tra qualche ora. Metterò i documenti sulla tua scrivania non appena li avrò." (The investigation will be concluded in a few hours. I'll place the documents on your desk as soon as I have them.)

Giancarlo simply made a tongue click. In all honesty, he does not want to waste resources on the woman, but he couldn't get rid of the persistent urge to satisfy his curiosity about her. He rarely encounters someone who is willing to challenge him, so she was an interesting woman to meet.

The moment he laid his eyes on her, he instantly felt her blood lust; he even stabbed himself in order to please her. He has enemies everywhere, but the woman does not ring any bells for him, and that intrigues him even more.

Is she a daughter of someone he murdered before? Or perhaps a victim of one of his impersonators?

He massaged his temples upon remembering why he came back to the United States. If he would go after every person pretending to be him, it would take years before he finished the job so he decided to pay no attention to it. After all, such antics won't affect him and Morituro easily.

But when he received information that the Blackwater gang is using his name for a criminal activity that does not sit well on his tongue, he had to make a move. After all, he cannot completely disregard it especially Favio did mention that he is an investor to that bar on which he already ended a few hours ago when he barged in there with his men.

Among the things that Favio brought, he opened the woman's wallet. It does not have much but a few dollar bills and what he assumes is a family picture. He carefully analyzed the faces on the photograph but he did not recognize anyone. He then found an identification card.

He smirked as he played the plastic card on his hand. "Yuriko Rivera. Mi assicurerò che ci divertiremo insieme." (I will make sure that we will have fun together.)

***

She made the decision to sleep a little longer because the mattress was soft. The bed she is currently sleeping on appears to be made of only pure cotton and everything soft in comparison to the one in her apartment. Without a doubt, she could only afford it in her dreams.

But when the realization of what transpired a few hours ago suddenly hit her, she snapped her eyes open, and in no time, she just found herself on her toes and looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

"Fuck, ugh," she groaned, dizzy from the sudden movement and in pain from her arm. That's when she noticed a bondage on her forehead and an IV fluid had just been attached to her, but the needle had been removed due to her sudden movement.

Questions started swimming in her head. The last thing she remembers is when she was at the bar and was able to kill a few men, accomplishing her mission.

And then she met Giancarlo Costa. The bastard stabbed himself using her hand that holds the hairpin but after that everything went black after she felt a prick on her neck.

She looked around and assessed the environment. Judging the interior of the place, it doesn't look like she is in one of St. George Army's safehouses. She quickly disregarded that idea too, especially that Giancarlo's face was the last thing she saw before losing consciousness.

She crossed the room and began to pull the heavy curtains apart. The first thing to greet her was the glaring sunlight, which also revealed that there was a swimming pool below but prevented her from seeing any nearby people.

Yuri swallowed the lump that had started to settle in her throat. The room is as big as their apartment but there were only a few objects around. She opened a walk-in closet and saw several designer clothes inside including some flat footwears and multiple sets of underwear bought from a famous lingerie shop. She muttered a string of curses realizing that they are her size.

There is another door leading to a bathroom. She searched every cabinet for anything she could use as a weapon, but all she found was a bottle of shampoo, which was the heaviest item in the room.

She decided to return to the room, her heart broken. When she noticed a man by the doorway, she raised her brow. She was so engrossed that she didn't notice the door open.

It was the man standing beside Giancarlo last time. And now that the atmosphere is bright, she was able to recognize him. Favio Russo. Giancarlo Costa's right-hand man and closest confidante.

So that just means she was captured by them.

"Did you have a good sleep, Signorina?"

"Where am I?"

Favio pressed his lips into a thin line but gave her a weak smile. "I see that you have already regained your energy. There is a towel and some clothes in the closet. Please make yourself comfortable. Giancarlo would meet you whenever you are ready."

Favio did not wait for her response. He turned on his back then went to the door, closing it behind him.

It's no brainer for Yuri that the door could be locked from the outside but still, she did try to turn the knob. She slammed the door with her fist then retreated back to the bed.