Prisoner to Mr. Mafia (Book 1 In PTMM Series)

Chapter: 7

Adriano Basilio Pov~

This morning (Before talk with Gia)

I called my men in as I finished slamming the phone down on my desk. They all walked in, standing tall and ready to hear my commands.

I was seething with anger. Roman Alexeev had finally reached out to me, but not for the reason I had expected. He demanded the return of his daughters, threatening to attack my Mafia if I failed to comply.

I growled, my vision tainted by rage. I stood up abruptly, sending my chair crashing to the floor, and then I kicked my file table. Papers and objects scattered across my desk, but it did little to quell my frustration. I needed an outlet for this pent-up anger, something to punch.

I swung my fist around, creating a sizable hole in the wall.

"Who does he think he is?" I seethed, my voice dripping with anger. I turned to my men, my gaze sharp and unyielding, seeing my fury mirrored in their faces.

"Roman Alexeev demands his daughters, or they attack. How dare he threaten ME!" I growled, my chest heaving with indignation. I fixed my sharp gaze on each of them.

"Capo, what are we going to do?" Mateo asked, his hand hidden behind his back.

"I'm NOT going to comply with his demands. I'll set the rules, and he can choose whether to heed them or not," I declared, my voice unwavering.

"I want all of you to stay here and make sure I don't go on a killing spree," I said with a dark smirk.

I picked up my phone, redialing the last number.

"Roman," an old, gruff voice answered.

"Meet me in Chicago at 5 p.m. tomorrow. Your girls will be there. Failure to meet will result in the deaths of your girls," I demanded and slammed the phone down.

"He thinks he can boss me around," I muttered, a vicious chuckle escaping my lips.

"Who am I?" I asked my most trusted men, standing tall before them.

"Capo Basilio," they answered with a fiery determination in their voices.

"Don't ever forget it," I said with a curt nod.

I walked out the door, my men following closely behind.

Present time

Gia Pov~

"No, you can't leave! I finally have friends, and you're going to leave me!" Leena exclaimed, clutching onto Yana and my arms.

We stood outside in the garden, an hour and a half having already passed, leaving us with only 30 minutes of freedom.

"I'm really sorry, Leena. But your brother is relocating us. Trust me, if it were up to me, I would stay," I said, attempting to lie smoothly, although there was some truth in those words somewhere.

"But what about our plans to fix Gio? What about you guys helping me?" she pleaded.

"I'm really sorry, Leena," Yana murmured, embracing Leena tightly.

I joined in on the hug. It might seem crazy, but Leena had become a true friend. Her happiness, her bubbliness, her realness, and humor had grown on us. I knew I would miss her. As I pulled away, I held back unshed tears.

"Don't give up on Giovanni. There's still hope. You just have to break the barriers he's put up. It might hurt him at first, but it will only make him stronger. Help him, Leena. Don't give up!" I implored, looking deep into her eyes, every word carrying the weight of truth.