Stella Starlet

Slaughter

Yesterday felt like a dream, a daze. 

I was officially engaged to Carlisle. 

After when we were in the car on the way home, he said that he would get officially divorced. 

Maybe life would be okay, I thought to myself. 

Carlisle's family flew to New York upon hearing the news that we were engaged. I was happy to see them. 

"Oh my goodness, dear, you look amazing! You have the best sex glow I've seen in years!" Carlisle's mother, Valentina cheered as she hugged me. 

I blushed profusely at her comment as Carlisle's family chuckled. 

"I hear some mean man is threatening you, sweetheart. Don't pay any mind to it, the men of this family will take care of it!" Valentina cheered. 

Angelo and Cristiano gave me hugs as well after patting their brother on their backs. 

Lana appeared behind them with a  ghost of a smile. 

"Long time no see," she joked as she gave me a loose hug. 

"Carlisle, I came by a little while ago but you were fucking depressed off your ass so I just went back home."

After hugging everyone, Carlisle took the men of his family into his office and left us women. 

I knew Carlisle walked with his family to the office with murder on his mind. He was going in there to plan carnage. 

-

Carlisle's Point of View

After the door to the office shut, I began speaking. 

So I had men looking for those sons of bitches. I had them hacking the police cameras on the streets, I had men parading around at every hour at every street looking for them. And, after almost two months of surveillance, we got them." An evil grin spread across my face. 

My fingers began to itch with the desire to wrap around someone's neck, to pull the trigger on a gun, to feel blood drip of each fingernail. 

It was a feeling I was taught to love. My father was not a gentle, caring man with his sons. 

He made us killing-machines, he separated our conscious with our actions, so we were unable to feel any remorse at the destruction we caused. 

In my opinion, he ruined us. 

He made me a hugely powerful, insurmountably wealthy mafia leader but I had a hard time feeling genuine emotion. 

No amount of money, women or power could tear away the emptiness I was too often plagued with. 

Then I met Stella. 

I smiled at the thought; my future wife. 

"So where the hell are those shitheads hiding?" Cristiano asked. 

"New York City. They're hiding out in a museum there that has underground tunnels from the second World War that leads all around the city. It was truly a smart idea but me and my men, we're just a little smarter," I answered. 

"Okay so we know the place, now what? When do we go in?" Angelo questioned. 

"After we found out where they were hiding, I had some men get two of their men and get some information. Don't worry, they won't say a thing. They're families are on the line."

We all chuckled darkly. 

I continued. "At the museum in two weeks, there's an auction. Every single one of their men will be there protecting Enzo. That dumb-ass is coming out of hiding because there's some piece he wants to get at the auction. It's the perfect time for slaughter, they're all going to be in one building."

"It won't be a clean fight. People will die. Cops will be crawling around like fucking cockroaches. I'll get someone to bribe each one to leave," my father stated. 

"I want Enzo in Hell by the end of the night."

-

After my brothers, father and I planned every detail out, we finally finished. 

It took six hours to come up with a solid strategy and I was happy with it. 

I went to the bedroom where I found Stella watching television with a tub of ice cream next to her, a spoon in hand. 

She looked over to me and grinned as she shoved a huge spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. 

"Sweetheart, you want to head out tonight? Walk around the city and maybe get some dinner?" 

She jumped out of bed. "Yeah, sounds great!"

-

I picked one of my favorite cars to take out tonight. Ferrari 250 Spyder, a classic model. 

The wind made Stella's hair go in every direction and get stuck on her lipgloss. 

I chuckled at her annoyed attempts to remove it. 

After parking and walking along the sidewalks under the city lights and banners, Stella suddenly stopped. 

I looked back at her, my hand immediately reaching into the back waistband of my jeans, hands gripping my gun. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, alert. 

She was frozen in place, staring straight ahead. 

I looked to where her gaze was directed and all I saw were people walking around, a man walking his dog, and an older couple strolling this way, engrossed in conversation with each other. 

"That's my mother."

I felt my heart skip a couple beats and I looked at the woman, a little harder this time and saw the resemblance. They had similar full lips, nose and dark hair color. 

The woman finally looked up and saw Stella staring right at her. 

The woman brushed it off and looked away. I guess it finally hit her as she whipped her gaze back to Stella. 

She let go of the hand she was holding and ran to Stella. She engulfed Stella in a hug, one that Stella did not reciprocate. 

"Stella, sweetheart, I thought I would never see you again. I missed you so much."

Stella pulled away and examined her mother's face. 

After a couple seconds, Stella's hand was flying and connected with her mother's cheek, the sound echoing in the tense air. 

"Go fuck yourself," Stella spat.