Good Cop Gone Bad ~ Rewritten

44| identify

•Matteo Rossi•

La Prossima Generazione was getting way too out of hand. I was just sent evidence from La Prossima Generazione themselves that proves I was framed for everything they have been doing but I know Andrej will think I forged it.
But what really angered me were the surveillance pictures of Aria and mamma. Someone followed them and took pictures of them when they went shopping together the other day.
I threw the file across the room, the papers scattering everywhere. The file folder itself hit a glass and it shattered all over the floor. I groaned, picking the papers off of the floor and placing them in a locked safe. I can't have anyone finding these.
As I left the office, I saw a maid and ordered her to clean up the glass. She nodded her head frantically and ran in there. Fucking pathetic. She's acting like I have done something to her when I have done nothing but be a good boss to her.
Just as I was about to go down to the shooting range, I got a call from one of my men. "Capo, abbiamo presso Jonah," he says. I take the opportunity to release all the frustrations out on someone who deserved it.
           "Bring him to the estate," I commanded and hung up the phone, not giving him an opportunity to reply.
           Not twenty minutes later, I had this man chained to a wall in a secret room at a random building in my estate.
           All my men looked at me weirdly. "Are you sure this is the right man, don?" one of them asked me.
            I turn to him and nod my head. "Absolutely," I reply. Aria had told me his name months ago and I never let myself forget it. I have been having discussions with my friends in the American government to be able to have this man in my hands.
          It was proven to be a difficult process, however I never gave up. I knew I needed to do this. I turned to the man, my fist going straight to his jaw, most likely the hardest punch I have ever given someone.
          The man groaned in pain, his jaw already looking messed up. "Who the fuck are you? What do you want?" he asked harshly, his American accent almost making me gag. The fact that he wasn't already dead was making me mad.
          "I want you to hurt more than she ever did. Because she was not the one that deserved it, meanwhile a man like you is still breathing." I say angrily, grabbing my gun and shooting his leg. He screams, his fists clenching but his arms not being able to move due to the chains detaining him.
          "Who the fuck is she?" he screams, groaning through the pain like the pathetic motherfucker he is.
            I scoff, his eyes were pressed shut as he tried to control the pain. "You don't even deserve to hear her name," I scream at him, "You don't deserve to live after what you did to her!"
           I grab some bottle that was sitting on the cart near me, not caring what chemical it was and poured it into his bullet wound. His voice was staring to get annoying so I shoved a piece of cloth in his mouth and then taped it shut. His ability to breathe was more limited this way, but I did not care. I then grabbed a knife, moving to his hands.
          I cut off his first finger, "You deserve to rot in hell, a slow painful death," I said. And with every finger I cut off, I named a way I would use to torture him. The way his eyes widened in fear with everything I said was pure enjoyment for me.
          And I did not stop until I got to the tenth finger. I was covered in blood, my white shirt stained in his filthy blood, leaking all the way down to the floor. I ripped the tape off of his face, I could tell it hurt but I think those were the least of his problems.
           "Aria Marino," he managed to say through groans and deep breaths. I took my knife and plunged it into his stomach, another scream erupting from his disgusting mouth.
           "Do not say her name!" I screamed at him, but he chuckled.
          "Now she was impossible to resist," he said, the smallest grin spreading across his lips. His tone was teasing. I grabbed a lighter off of the cart but before I could turn it on, he looked at me. "Now, where's the kid? I know she was pregnant. Where the fuck is my kid?" he groaned, demanding to know where the child was. It would be less than 10 years old around now. I wouldn't care if Aria did have a kid, I would have fallen in love with her either way.
           I turned the lighter on, pressing it right against his leg. My other hand went around his throat, tightening slowly. "Don't you dare fucking ask that again." I say, letting go of his throat but keeping the lighter at his leg, watching as his skin burned. Aria told me herself that losing that baby was the worst thing she had ever allowed to happen even though that is something completely out of her control.
          "You know, that was actually my goal. The first time, she made me wear a condom. But I knew that if I got her pregnant, she would have to stay with me. For the rest of our lives, there would be no escaping. But that bitch didn't want to do it that night. I had to have my way." he says, his disgusting voice being the only thing heard in the room until I shoot him again, pouring another chemical into the wound.
            He was close to death, there was no way he wasn't. He no longer had fingers, two bullet wounds, and multiple stab wounds. And there is no way he did not know, but he chose to use his last moments of life to keep taunting me.
           However, taunting is one thing I am good at. "You might have wanted her, but I won her. I am the one she wants to see everyday. I am the one she loves. I doubt she ever loved you, you are pathetic. A piece of garbage that cheated his way through college and couldn't be worth more than a bag of trash. I am the one she actually wants a baby with, I am the one who's ring she wears, and I am the one who will take your life only after putting you in so much pain, you won't even be able to remember your own name." I tell him, my voice hoarse and harsh. His eyes widen with every word as he bleeds out on my floors.
          It took over two hours, but he eventually bled to death. And I still put a bullet between his eyes.

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          As I sat in the meeting room, everyone paying attention the the representative from a partner company, I looked around, noticing the DeMarco looking different that the last time I saw them. Different as in snobbier. They looked and acted more like assholes. Genuinely, nobody cares about the DeMarco. They are some of the least interesting people here but they think themselves higher than they actually are.
           Something else stood out to me as well, I just could not place it. The meeting went on before another half hour before Aless taps me on the arm, "What the fuck has you so distracted?" he whispered in my ear.
          My eyebrows furrowed, looking around the room once more, "I don't know.." I start before I notice it. My eyes widen in recognition of exactly what I have been looking for, for months already. "Aless, La Prossima Generazione, look at the DeMarco's hands." I tell him.
           Back when this all first started around seven months ago, the first thing we found out was that La Prossima Generazione has the Italian Mafia symbol tattooed on their hands, which was weird because it is an inside job and most tattoos need to be approved before they can be done. It is the simple fact that the symbol is too recognizable.
Aless looks at me wide eyed, "We call a meeting with them, have a bunch of guards in the room, show up late on 'accident' and have the guards ambush them and bring them to the estate." he whispers to me, so quietly even I can barely hear it but that's a good thing.
I simply nod, agreeing with him before we both turn back to the representative that is speaking.
When the meeting finishes, Aless follows me to my office. "I think you should tell Aria soon. And I know you do not want to hear it but please just listen to my reasoning." he says, his voice of genuine concern.
"Go on," I say cautiously.
"First off, you just turned 28 years old. You know that if by the time you are 30 you are not married, you have no choice but to marry someone. And if you wait to tell her longer, you postpone everything. If she is not in the picture around that time, mamma will make you marry someone and you know she won't force Aria to marry you like that. You will have to marry someone else." he explains. I like this conversation better, instead of all of then throwing me into a room and telling me, he is calmly explaining his reasoning.
            "Okay. I guess that is a very valid reason." I give him the credit where it is due and he smiles.
            He sighs before continuing, "Also, now that the situation is partially resolved," he begins, I assume situation is referring to La Prossima Generazione, but with everything that has happened, we cannot be so sure they have not bugged my offices. "We do not know what will happen with them. It could be full on war if it gets that serious. So if she leaves, you guys are broken up and she is no longer a target by anyone else, she will be safe, and maybe by the time it is over you guys will get back together." he explains. Another reasonable explanation I guess. "And I know how you work. If she does break up with you, think of it as you have to demolish the problem to keep her safe before you guys get back together."
          I very much hate to admit it but Alessandro's reasons make a lot of sense and I think they would very much work out well.
          I sigh in defeat, he is very right. And it has been very wrong of me to withhold the truth for this long. And I know that at this time the safest thing would be for her to break up with me, but I still would never want her to. I will try to get her to stay, because although she will be safe away from me, she would be even safer with me protecting her every step of the way.
           "I will tell her soon," I say to him and he nods, exiting the room.
"I know it's going to hurt. But just call me and I will be there. We all will." he says.
           Just as he walked out, she called me but hearing her voice made me want to cry. I had never cried until it was in her arms, but knowing what was coming was enough for me to be emotional when I hear her voice.
            "I just got home from work. Do you want to make dinner together or do you want to go out? I can pick something up and bring it home if you want," she says sweetly. I can hear Bean meowing in the background and it makes her laugh. That laugh. My heart swells and breaks all in the span of five seconds.
"Actually, sweetheart, there's something I need to talk to you about later. It is very important." I tell her. My heart is pounding with every word that leaves my mouth and I can barely breathe.
"Oh okay. I'll see you when you get home then. Bye bye, I love you." she says to me.
"I love you too, sweetheart," I say before she hangs up on me. I love her more than she'll ever know.

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eight days left of school is way too much im actually gonna start tweaking if they don't go by sooner 😣

bye bye

~ elle 🌸