Falling For The Mafias Enemy

Chapter 1

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Valentina
"A deal's a deal." I sneer, aware of the curious gazes I'm attracting from surrounding people.

"Look 'ere dolcezza, deals change and I know that you're desperate for the information that I acquired, so if you want it, all I want is.. dare I say a promotion." He rebuts, leaning further into his chair with his arms crossed behind his head.

My eye twitches as my frustration builds. the filthy thing thinks he can negotiate. How sweet.

"I thought we agreed on $50,000, Abramo." I remark.

"Indeed we did, but that was before I gathered this newfound knowledge and I don't believe it is equal to your pitiful donation." he debates, his voice cold and void of any emotion, although I don't believe he is capable of feelings.

I can feel the air getting thinner as I tighten my fists, fighting to restrain myself from leaping right over the table and wrangling his thick neck with my hands, watching him struggle with lack of oxygen.

First they use their little energy left to claw at your arms, and slowly they go purple. then you can feel their resistance weakening until all you hold is a limp body, seized of all life.

I repress my sudden violent urge when I recall a flash of a memory of my father scolding me after I had punched a boy in my third grade when he had mocked me for not having a mother. In my recollection, I watch as my father paces our study room, muttering under his breath.
"kontrol, ona dolzhna nauchit'sya kontrolirovat."

"Papa, I'm sorry." I blurt, unable to look into his eyes.

He stops pacing and lowers himself to my level.

He lifts my chin up ever so gently and whispers back "Control, pchelka. Remember that. Control your anger or else it will control you."

He looked at me with such strong emotion that I felt myself nodding back to him.

"I promise papa, I will never forget."

Despite my lack of understanding then, I never forgot his words.

As my memory faded, I felt my stiff fists unclench as I breathed in deeply, calming my beating heart.

I faced Abramo once again and masked the emotion on my face as I said, "How much?"

"A million." He declares.

I'm not shocked at his high-priced bargain, it wasn't unusual to try and compromise such money.

However in any other situation, my patience wouldn't have lasted this long, neither would've his life, however I was desperate, not that I would ever admit it to him.

"A little over-priced, Abramo, it makes me question your legitimacy." I muse.

He shrugs, "Believe what you want, dolcezza, you called and I'm here to deliver, I just want what I came for." His relaxed stance does nothing to calm my aggravation.

"60,000," I compromise.

"85,000" He demands.

"75,000, is my final offer, Abramo, take it or leave it." I say, already tired of his games.

"I believe we have a deal. Now, would you like to know of the
enthralling things I learnt, or shall we leave that for another time?" he asks, feigning interest.

His boldness makes me wonder whether he truly know who I am.

No one else would dare speak to the Russian Mafias daughter with such disregard and un interest.

"Speak." I demand, my voice full of authority, just like papa taught me.

"Cosi estigente, dolcezza. Patience, I will tell you," he mutters.

I lift my brow expectantly and he sighs and leans forward, his face mere inches from mine.

From here I can see how unshaven his face is and can smell his foul breath as if it were my own.

I resist the urge to block my nose.

"So on the day that the idioti kicked me out, they had left me in the weapons room to strip anything on me and to return it, however as they left for the bosses office which is directly opposite to the room I was in, they had accidentally left the door slightly ajar. So as I already lost everything I saw nothing to lose by following them." He states, rather proudly.

I mentally scoff but continue to listen nonetheless.

"Anyway, I knew only the bosses closest and most trusted men were allowed to go in there, and whenever they did it meant something big had happened," he continues "The door was closed so their voices were muffled but I got exactly what they said." He says, his voice getting lower and lower.

"And what was that?" I say, not letting him gather just how much I needed a good lead.

"Alfredo Abbiati has a son. Christian, who's 19. He was accused of betrayal to the Italian Mafia and so Alfredo banished him, disgusted by his actions. And so what not a better way-" He starts.

"What not a better way to lead me to Alfredo himself." I interrupt.

"Smart girl," Abramo wickedly grins.

His words still float through my head. Alfredo had a child. Papa will be thrilled with the news. It
seems Alfredo somehow kept him secret all these years, God knows how.
However I do know what a chance this gives me.

Not only will I find and kill Alfredo. No. I will make his son pull the trigger while I watch.

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I'm still trying to figure out how nice I want Valentina to be

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