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Chapter 45

𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺...

“What do you mean the Don has gone on vacation? Whom did he consult before making such a rash decision?” Lady Danger spoke in her mother t*ngue, making the Soldiers hold their heads down and back away cautiously. Very rarely is a female Capo seen as threatening, but she was the highest-ranked one and her name speaks for itself. “Exactly where is the man I birthed almost twenty-five years ago? Tell me the name of the town or city. I am going to get him immediately.”

The made-men who gave their Don their word to not snitch on him eyed each other.

“No answer?” she crushed the cigar she was smoking in her hand and rose from the red leather chair she was in. “I ask one more time and if I receive no answer I am k!lling all of you.”

No one even breathed in that moment.

“Have it your way then,” she raised her leg and dropped it on the mahogany desk. She pulled the glock from its sheath and shot the man at the very end of the straight line form before her. Seeing the same response Lady Danger kept on shooting the men d**d one by one, until all were lifeless on the floor. “You have got to be kidding.”

They'd rather d** than snitch on their Godfather.

The anger she felt was indescribable.

Yet, Lady Danger had a feeling she knew exactly where her son Domenico was.

“Arkville,” she said the word through gritted teeth. “Oh, that sly son of a b**ch. He better not be anywhere near that blonde-haired Mexican scum.”

Outside of the lounge, Marcello was eavesdropping on the conversation and panicked. Just before Lady Danger could storm out her ran and ducked into a hall, she went the other way. After making sure she was out of sight and ear shot he continued down the hall and removed a phone from the inside of his jacket pocket. He dialed his boss's number and waited anxiously for him to pick up. He had to call four more times before he eventually answered the call.

“Boss!” Marcello whisper-yelled.

“What is the matter, Marci?” Dom was also whispering.

“I think Lady Danger knows of your location. She may be coming to get you! Leave immediately and check into the most expensive hotel in the area!” his heart was beating fast.

Over the past few years Lord Lucifer had been with them in Italy and at the main base, he had confined in Marcello about everything – feelings and all. They had developed a close relationship. He knows just how much his family means to him, even that friend who is the son of the former Paloma Cartel's main Kingpin.

Marcello, whose code name was MC, had pledged his loyalty and silence to Domenico three years ago. As one of his Capos, he must keep his promise even if it meant he would lose his life.

“No sh*t?” Dom asked in a panicked voice.

“None at all boss!”

“Alright. I will take it from here. Marci, try to stall her for as long as possible!” he hung up.

MC held the phone and thought of how to distract Lady Danger for his boss, then got the perfect idea. He ran around the mansion and found her walking furiously towards the main stairs.

“Lady Danger!” he called out and she stopped, slightly turning to glare at him menacingly.

“I-I need help picking out a dress. I have a date tonight,” he pouted and played with his fingers. “W-with a really handsome guy I have a crush on.”

Marcello Corleone wasn't burly like the other men in the crime organization. He was five foot six and had an average body size with no extra muscle. He only became a Capo because he as excellent marksman and negotiating skills. He is also an immaculate hitman who never misses his target and he knows how to get rid of people without them ever being found – he was Dom's first appointed Capo. He saw the potential in him when no one else did.