Borgata

{4} Disillusion

"How is miss Sovrano?" Valentino de Luca asked his son after the meeting.

Rafael brought a hand to his tie, loosening it. "She's feisty little thing. I'm going to keep her for a few more days, then release."

"Son don't forget about the plan, I want you to impregnate that girl. Perhaps you should keep her for a few weeks instead."

"Gemma's coming home on Friday. We wouldn't want her to find out about it, would we now?"

"You could always bring that girl here." His father suggested, bringing the glass of scotch to his lips.

Raf scrunched his nose up, letting out a soft scoff. "Right, and leave her alone with you and all those rapists. I'm not bringing her here."

Valentino raised a brow at Raf's sudden outburst. "Don't tell me you like that girl, Rafael."

Fuck, Rafael cursed mentally. How could he be so stupid and speak without thinking? He was supposed to make Valentino believe that he's just sticking to their plan and fucking Olivia. He faked another scoff. "I do not like that sgualdrina, (slut) papa." He paused, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. "She's a good fuck and I want to be the only one who fucks her senselessly until she can't move. Fernando's men killed Nico when he was only 14 years old boy. Screwing his daughter and ruining his deal will be our revenge for killing him." He shoot an improvised excuse which was very successful.

Rafael watched as his father's facial expression changed as soon as Raf mentioned his younger brother, Nico who was killed by Fernando. Technically it was Valentino's fault his younger son died: he angered Fernando when he tried to kill his daughter, declaring war between Mafias. Valentino clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath.

"You're right, son. I shouldn't have doubt you." Valentino placed a hand on Raf's shoulder, patting it lightly. "We shall avenge Nico's death."

Raf opened his mouth to respond when suddenly the sound of gunshots filled the air.

"Fernando's men are here!" Fabio rushed into the room, panting . "Capo, Raf, both of you should leave the mansion now. They've already killed five men."

"I'm staying." Rafael pulled the gun out of the side of his pants. "Fabio make sure my father leaves unnoticed and unharmed."

Fabio didn't get a chance to respond as Rafael made his way out of the room in hurry.

***

"Where is she?!" A very angry Milan Sovrano yelled, slamming Raf's head into the wall.

Raf groaned in pain. "I have no idea what and who are you talking about." He hissed, pushing Milo off him.

If looks could kill Raf would be dead by now; Milo's eyes were burning with anger. He pointed the gun at Rafael. "Where the fuck is my sister. I know your men kidnapped her a few days ago." He hissed, tightening the grip on his gun.

"If I were you, I'd lower the gun." A low, familiar voice said from behind.

Milo paused, feeling the gun pressed against his skull. It was one of Fernando's men pointing the gun at his boss' son. "You fucking traitor." Milo spat out with hatred, slowly lowering the gun.

"I wondered when were you finally going to realize that there's someone selling information to your enemy." Federico smirked, lowering the gun. "But you were too blind, my friend."

Milo narrowed his eyes. "Your death is going to be slow and painful."

"Not if I kill you first."

"He's not going to die today, Fed." Rafael stepped in the middle between two men before turning on his heels to face Milo. "I have a message for your father." His tone was deadly cold now. "We have your sister." A slight smirk formed on his lips when he noticed Milo's body tense. "Relax buddy, we're not going to kill her. She shall return home in a few days safe and sound but until then I'm going to fuck her over and over again for my own pleasure. Now I suggest you and your men leave before more people die."