I am filled with darkness and wrath. All I see is revenge. I decided to stay in the office for the night. Also I don't think I could get any sleep tonight, tomorrow is a big day.
I called Barbara to tell her I won't be home tonight. I told her I had a lot of work. She sounded worried, but agreed and told me to take care. I don't want to go home because I want to protect her from my darkness, my wrath.
The next day as expected I didn't get any sleep. I woke up and got dressed. Me and my men checked our weapons for the final time and wrapped them around our body. We are going for war.
We filled the cars and took the drive towards the sphere, the biggest club owned by Bratva in New York. It is filled with Bratva soldiers. Arkadi Andreeva was also there. He always is as he worked from there, but today I confirmed his presence by a trusted source. He told me about number of men there.
When we reached the sphere. My men went crazy and we started shooting everywhere. This early no commoner comes to club only Bratva loser soldiers. We shot in the club endlessly, blindly killing everyone we saw. Some of my men also died. But in wars soldiers die from both sides.
When we entered the back side of the club where there is the office of Arkadi. More men came out. Men way more than I have been told about my source. Bullets were fired from both sides. Bratva soldiers overpowered us. It's like they already know we were coming.
I was shot in my left arm and right shoulder, but I am not giving up. If I die today I will kill Arkadi too. I will take that as*hole to hell with me.
Bratva men got Dante, they knelt him down and three men pointed at him encircling him. Arkadi arose from his office. He is an old bastard who likes to rule from his throne, he didn't even bother to join the war. He was looking at it from the far.
I didn't want to give up. It's either do or die. Every man that joins this world with a guarantee of death. My men are not afraid of death and nor is Dante.
Arkadi says in his heavy Russian accent "surrender Russo, it's a losing battle that you are fighting, surrender and I will spare your men's life in exchange for yours."
Dante screamed "don't Enzo, we will kill these Russian bastards". One of the Bratva men kicks Dante in his mouth. His head tilts and blood starts dripping from his mouth.
I will kill them all but battles are not won by power, they are won by brains. Arkadi is right with his number of men It is a surety that all my men will die today, leaving the Italian Mafia bent on its knees. Being a capo means I have to display power and induct fear in people. It's important not only for me but for my men also their capo can't be weak.
But sometimes giving up is the only option at least the smart one in this case. If my men go back they can support the mafia better. If we all die here today it will be a big loss. I can take the loss on their behalf. I can die to save them. It doesn't make me weak. Only a strong capo will bleed for their men.
I shouted from my spot that I took the cover for the shooting "let my men go Arkadi, I will be all yours". A smile curved in the old bastard's face. My man on my side said in a whisper sounds "no boss, we will die for you, you are our capo, it will be an honour to die for you". I looked at him with my cold face, not showing fear, I actually don't have fear, I don't care I don't fear death. Everybody has to die one day.
I said in a low voice to my men "leave it's a direct order from your capo". Then I shouted so that Arkadi and his men could hear "let my men go now". Dante screamed again "nobody is going anywhere" which got him another hit, more blood burst out of his face. I would have hit that fu*ker myself if I was beside him for not listening to me, but that Bratva fu*ker can't.
Arkadi said "your men can leave, come out Russo with your hands shown above your head". As mentioned behind me didn't move, I glared at them "are you defying your capo's order?" They bow their head down in dismissal and nodded at them, probably last time as their capo. As people started emptying the room leaving me, Dante and Bratva men.
"Let my last man go Arkadi I am here for you to take." With a smirk he motioned for his men to let him go. Dante doesn't move. That annoying bastard would never do what I asked him. "Leave Dante it's an order from your capo". He couldn't see me but I could see him very well from my spot. Anger filled in his bleeding face, his jaw clenched one time and he rose from his stupor and left.
When he took a step out of the door. I rise from my spot with my hands held above my head just like he asked. Weapons dropped on the floor. His men held me and hit me on my legs to bend me on my knees in front of Arkadi. But I didn't bend them. Arkadi can kill me today but he won't get to see me weak, bent on my knees bowing for him.

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RomanceDark mafia romance: The 27 years old most vicious and cruel mafia capo falls in love with 18 years old innocent and shy daughter of the traitor.