Italia

21.

"I knew you looked familiar." His voice though deep and rugged trailed across my skin in anger.

Installation complete...

"I told you, professor..." I smirked as I walked around the table and leaned to the side.

"I have a very significant face. We can both agree, sì?"

The laptop, with the sudden installment of the software, shut down instantly, masking what I did.

"Don't worry about the shutdown; it will reboot in a few seconds. He won't know about the installment as long as you remove the USB out of sight."

Sam uttered.

"Italia Costa." Silvio rolled my name in his dense Italian accent, a firm smirk curled just on the corner of his lips, and I tilted my chin, our gaze locked as he took the remaining step up towards me.

"The asshole of the century..." I smirked.

When he was before me, he lifted a hand and twirled the ends of my hair around the tip of his finger.

"No matter how much you try to conceal your real identity, one cannot forget the aura of such a cruel bitch who killed one of our most trusted men. Giulio Smith."

I smirked. "Did he relay the message that I sent?"

"Did he tell your fuckboy of a don that I will not stop until I have him chocking?" I lowered my voice and lifted a hand to grip his fingers that continuously twirled my hair.

"On my bullet." He thinned his lips.

I tilted my head and smirked. "Or did he die before he could convey such remarkable poetry?"

"You bitc-" His jaw thickened as he gritted out the words.

"Bitch? I think that word is too good to describe how fucked up I really am, no Silvio?"

"Alexandros should have shot more than ten bullets into that useless brain cell kid of yours. You're worthless." He grinned, then he propelled a hand up and swung his fist towards my face.

Chilling, the smirk slipped unto my lips. I delved into the sudden darkness of the heat that simmers just below the surface of my system and with slanted dead eyes that locked with this bastard's.

I thought about my son.

The way he left this world was undeserving.

And the way this bastard spoke about my son ripped the very rationality out of me. He has no right to bring up something so sentimental.

Such vulnerability that left me questioning my sanity at nights.

I lifted both of my hands up, blocked his punch before it connected to my face, and snapped my forearms towards his elbow.

I then grabbed his hand and twisted it roughly to his back.

I clenched my jaw as I thought nothing more than to leave this campus with his bones broken and his body soaked in his own pool of undeserving blood.

"Since my last message wasn't clear. I'll be sure to leave another one with you. But this time, I want the words to be the last thing you remember as you choke up on your own blood."

"No, Italia, please listen to me, sis. I know you're pissed about what the fucker said, but please stick to the plan."

"The goal is not to kill him." Sam uttered, but I ignored him. The only thing on my mind right now is death.

The professor grunted, and then in swiftness,  Silvio shifted out of my hand and rotated his waist around. I was too slow to block the upcoming blow as he delivered a punch towards my face, which I barely missed.