Chasing Stars - A Midnight Mafia Novel

BONUS CHAPTER

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE!!

Surprise guys! I know you weren't anticipating another chapter, especially not so soon but there is of course a reason for that. When I uploaded chapter 24 I said "1000 votes or 500 comments in 7 seven days and you'll get a bonus chapter" Well, you guys missed the mark. So Monday I posted chapter 25 and told you guys I would still post an extra update this week because I felt like the 900-some of you who did take the time to vote deserved it. Chapter 25 hit the 1k mark in just a few days!

So, naturally I was thrilled with this. This is the first I've had a new chapter reach that mark and I'm really excited! So you guys being the wonderful readers who support the story, vote for the story, and help it to grow in popularity, YOU guys deserve a bonus chapter.

So here she is, or rather, here HE is. A bonus chapter written in Alessio's POV. Now this is VERY IMPORTANT. This chapter is BEFORE the hospital scene. This is BEFORE Nash getting shot. Leading up to it really. The chapter jumps around a bit as there is a bit of time between scene to scene, I'll mark the change accordingly. Above all else, enjoy. (: And check out the author's note at the END for a bit of clarity on some parts. ((:

"Your orders sir?" The Mafioso over the line queried in a dutiful tone.

I pulled my cigar to my lips as I watched the footage. She was lounging by the pool, hair I knew to be dark and long perched into a sloppy bun on top of her head, her eyes shielded by oversized sunglasses. Even without being able to see her eyes I could tell she was sleeping just by her body language. She wasn't tapping her foot off the invisible wall the way she often did, all ice in the glass beside her melted, and her head rested lazily on her shoulder. That boyfriend of hers, the belligerent drunk, came staggering into the frame, hands flailing he threw something over his shoulder in the action, likely a beer can and she jerked awake. Before she so much as had the time to push her glasses up to her forehead he had a handful of her hair and pulled her off of the beach chair.

"Where is he now?" I asked and blew out a long string of smoke as I watched him kick her in the stomach while she was down.

"He's left sir."

I kept my eyes on the screen as he pushed her with his foot and backhanded the glass to send it sailing. She nearly fell into the pool and though I was nearly certain a blood vessel was about to burst I kept a neutral tone with my next question. "And her?"

"In the house sir."

I took another lazy drag on my cigar and picked up the phone as it had been on speaker. "You will call me back in fifteen minutes to inform me of his unfortunate accident. If you fail to do so I will arrange a flight and be there tomorrow and you will be the one with the accident."

"Yes sir."

"She doesn't get wind of this, you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

I ended the call and eyed the screen for a few moments as it was on a never ending loop. More forcefully than necessary I ground the cigar into the ash tray and turned away from the computer screen to make another call, one of my least favorites.

"Ciao Genovese." He answer on the first ring.

"Dante." I said curtly.

"To what do I owe the honor? It's been ages since we've had the pleasure of speaking to one another." Not nearly long enough.

"Do you pay no attention to that sister of yours?" I bit out in no mood to dance around the matter.