I was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive.
But things took a tragic turn,
My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive.
It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
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Politicians are fools. A bunch of money hungry bastards. I came to this conclusion after merely two minutes amongst Milan's most elite politicians. I come to this conclusion every time I have to be here.
The Hidalgos are not originally Italians, but Spanish as you can tell from our very obvious last name, which is why when Alejandro Hidalgo the first moved here, he struggled to create and establish the Dominion. He was treated unfairly as the Italians took no liking to a Spanish man running their kind of business. It took years, but the Dominion took a stand amongst various syndicates in the Italian becoming an organized crime organization, but not enough. Even after marrying Italian women, still not enough to be accepted by the Italians, as they took the phrase, 'Blood is thicker than water' a little too seriously.
My father and his brother broke the Dominion over a woman, the daughter of the late Consigliere- my mother then Helena Ricci, who was sent to wear them down and strip them of their power. And they were so caught up in fucking her until she destroyed them right under their noses. The people who put their trust in the dealings of the Dominion turned against each other and hence, what American profilers like Laura study in this present day, The Fall of the Dominion.
However, things are different today. I changed things. After the bombing, where I revealed myself as the Perpetrator, I am now feared and subsequently, respected- not that I need it. To satiate my anger at how we Spanish-Italians, had been stripped off our Spanish heritage after years of blending with these people, and the unfair way we were treated amongst businessmen, the Boss, Don Giuseppe Lombardi appeased me by making me the Capo of the Cosa Nostra.
But I am not satisfied. I want to be the Boss.
Don Andreas Hidalgo has a nice ring to it.
And meetings like these, where these rich motherfuckers accept money from the mafia after publicly denying us and then have the audacity to argue amongst each other about who earns more money pisses me off. I'm here for the sake of formality, and that virtue seems to be wearing off.
I also have to be somewhere else, apparently the Romano and Rossi (my mother's family) families are in some kind of dispute, the bloody kind. And it is my job to help them find peace.
Oh, the irony.
It was either listening to two elderly men cuss at each other in Italian or be amongst fools. I chose the former. And the Italian cussing I was avoiding, it found me in the end.
I'm annoyed, really. And so I signal Enrico and I exit the room while he shadows me. I also block out the sound of their voices. We make our way to the car in silence and when we finally get in, Enrico breaks the silence.
"Are you meeting with the Romano and Rossi families?" he asks as he starts the engine.
"The mansion." I tell him in Italian, "I need to see my little demon." Mio Diavoletto.
Enrico clears his throat uncomfortably. For all I know, he probably heard us fucking yesterday. And frankly, I don't give a fuck. I never had to explain myself to anyone, and I wasn't about to start now.
It takes two hours, but we finally arrive the mansion. The gates open, welcoming us in. I abandon Enrico and I make my way to the master bedroom. I hear no sounds whatsoever, and I don't remember pressing the sound proof button before leaving yesterday.
My body goes still and my blood freezes.
The hallway is empty, so is the open space where couches would be if I was a normal fucking human being. My steps increase as I reach the door and it seems to be locked from the inside. Before running a crime organization, I am a hacker. It's how my brother lead the Dominion as an Underboss without any problems, even when he constantly hitchhiked to the States.
I finally open the door and for the first few seconds, bile rises in my throat. And fear strikes my body.
Laura.
The sight before me is disturbing yet poetic. It's clear that it only happened maybe twenty to thirty minutes ago.
My little demon is unconscious and cold as fuck, she holds a broken glass in her hand and it is lodged in the neck of my mother, whose eyes are open, glaring at me. From here, I see two powerful women, a former queen and a present queen-to-be in a murder contest, and it's an ugly sight.
I'm also fuming mad. Laura keeps testing my sanity with her life.
Without a word, I remove the glass from my mother's neck. It takes one look at Laura to know that she was poisoned. Cyanide or worse.
"What. Did. You. Do?" I bark in Italian, although the answer is fucking clear.
My mother poisoned my wife-to-be and she has the audacity to glare at me.
I refuse to acknowledge my mother as I cradle an almost lifeless Laura in my arms. She's still breathing and we thank the Catholic God for that.
"Stefano!" I yell and he appears after some time. There's so much blood on the floor and I believe it belongs to my mother- I want to believe it belongs to her. In my peripheral vision she passes out and Stefano wedges her body with his weight. He looks at me, his eyes seeking for an explanation I cannot provide because I don't have information and so I glare at him and I plan to keep that up until I watch the CCTV footage from this room.
For the second time this month, we turn the master bedroom to a home hospital, except this time, we have two patients.
Dr. Mancini arrives on time and cooperates with the house doctor.
"Your wife-to-be has a rather strange relationship with death."
"Tell me something I don't already know." I shut my eyes as more of the house staff get the room medically acceptable. At this rate, we should never clear out the room if Laura is going to keep finding new and creative ways to die on me before our wedding.
"The footage from earlier." Enrico hands me a tiny flash drive. I get out my phone and I plug it in, revealing what happened here.
Laura seems deep in thought in the video. She is in my shirt and under the covers, and I can't help but wonder if she never left the bed after yesterday. She changes her position several times, the move of a leg, the placement of a hand, the bobbing of her pretty head. Watching her just exist makes spreads a fucking strange feeling somewhere in my chest and I look around, hoping no one saw my half smile.
The door to the room opens and Laura tenses as my mother walks in with a tray of food containing a glass of water.
The glass lodged in my mother's neck at the time of my arrival. I fast forward my mother's somewhat boring monologue and then I see it, the look of triumph when Laura takes the cup and downs its contents. My jaw ticks.
But my little demon refuses to go down without a fight, she smashes the glass on the side table and she shoves the broken shred of the glass in my mother's neck and she passes out. My mother screams but she turned on the sound proof option when she entered the room so no one hears her screams.
Karma is a real thing, and my obsession for Laura has fucking multiplied. Both women now fight for their lives on separate beds and I want nothing more than to look in to a familiar set of light hazel eyes as my dick pulses inside its owner.
Laura is strong, a poison is too small to take her out. And if she dies, Milan will see a much darker side of Andreas 'Un Diavolo' Hidalgo.
