Mafia's Girlfriend

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Warning: Graphic Content!!

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Leo's POV:

We arrived at the Spanish scum' mansion. There were two guards at the gate. We had already made our plan. I cut the call with my father and put the phone in my pocket.

I told him not to come to this mission.

I have been waiting for so long for this. And I didn't want to get my dad involved. He hated Enzo even more than I do.

And I don't want anything to happen to him.

It was me, Matteo and our mafia men.

We were separated into groups, one was going behind the mansion, two in the front, and one was going inside the mansion.

I ordered some men to take care of the guards at the start. We all got ready, with guns in our hands. I held two guns by my hands, as we slowly made our way towards the gate.

Before the guards could notice us, me and Matteo shot each one of them. We had put the gun silencer on, which meant no one heard the gunshot.

Both of their bodies fell to the ground, as blood poured from their heads.

I nodded to my men, and they walked over to the dead bodies, dragging them away. We got close to the gate, and opened it.

As soon as it got opened, we began firing at those Spanish fuckers. They weren't much in number. Probably the half of how much my men were.

And that's weird. The place here was almost empty, with only some guards outside.

I aimed the gun at some fuckhead's head and shot him in his forehead. His body fell back, his eyes falling back.

After we killed all the men outside, the groups of my men walked over to us, reporting that they had already killed the other guards.

We slowly made our way inside, and I pushed the big door with my hand but it wouldn't open. The fucker must have locked it.

I shot the door knob and the door opened by itself. We walked in, the guns on our hands were aimed ready to shoot.

We were looking around, but weirdly there were no other men of Enzo's here. What the fuck?

"What the fuck is going on?"

Matteo said as we searched the house. But there was no sign of any men, except for ours.

"Fuck!"

I yelled running a hand through my hair.

No fucking way. They got away. I swear to fucking his I'm gonna find them even if they're in hell.

"Look around in every room and every single corner, there must be someone here"

I yelled to my men and they nodded, separating into different ways to every room.

"Leo..." Matteo stated.

"What?" I seethed.

"I think you should see this"

I turned around, and glanced over at him. He was in front of a table, holding something in his hand.

"What is it?" I asked and walked over to him.

My whole body froze, my jaw clenched and my knuckles turned white from rage. Anger and frustration was building inside me now.

I stared at the photo that Matteo held in his hand. It was out inside of a wood frame.

The photo of Rebelle, with two other persons. It was a woman who looked exactly like her, and a man that stood beside them. They were all smiling.