The Mafia's Desire

Chapter Four

“How do you know Anthony?” he asked for the fourth time.

My eyes followed him as he paced around. I was tied to a chair in his bedroom, he was still shirtless, and I couldn't figure out what was scaring me more, the gun he had in his hand, or the way he still sounded so calm and dangerous after asking me the same question four times in a row.

“You threatening me won't actually change the truth, you know that, right?” I glared at him.

He turned his head to my direction and stalked over to me. He lowered himself to my level so he could look me in the eyes. His face was so close, our noses were touching.

“Honey, I'm a fucking Mafia leader. I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he raised his eyebrows.

Even though I was internally screaming, I didn't remove my gaze from his. I wanted to show him that I wasn't scared of him. He may be a Mafia leader, but I am still capable of a lot. With that thought, I felt every ounce of fear leaving my body and I felt a little bit more confident. I'd still die, but at least I'd die confident.

Wow, what a thought.

“I don't care who you are,” I said through gritted teeth. “But I promise you, if I get to lay my hands on you, I will skin you alive myself, and that's a promise.”

He stared at me for a few seconds before finally speaking again. “Now, you're fierce. I like it,” he smiled and pulled away from me. “It almost makes Anthony being your uncle a believable story.” 

Yeah, I'm starting to dislike Mr. Hot Idiot.

“What do you even want from me?” I asked all of a sudden. “Why don't you just believe me?”

He sat on the bed, not letting go of the gun. “Anthony is my biggest enemy. He can do anything to get rid of me. He does want to rule over this city after all. And if it's one thing you'd have to know about me, Miss Lara, then it would be me knowing every little thing about my enemies.”

“How do you know my name?” I asked rather shocked.

He shot me another one of his beautiful smiles. “I've already done a background check on you. I know all your personal information. Well, most of it anyways,” he shot me a look. “Seems like you've been up to a lot, haven't you, Lara?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I frowned.

“You're not as stupid as you seem,” he said, making me scoff. “I'd say that you're as mysterious as mysterious can get. All we got was obviously the people you know, where you've been, where you've lived, and such, but one bit that peaked my curiosity was how did you manage to bounce your location for weeks?”

I pursed my lips. “That's none of your business.”

He shrugged, “I know, but I'll find out anyways.”

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, his bedroom door flew open, making both of our heads snap to the loud sound's direction. A bald man wearing a suit stood there looking at both of us.

“Don't you fucking know you're supposed to fucking knock?” he glared at the man and I suddenly felt a bit of my fear return.

Damn you, Killian.

The man lowered his head, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, I'm very sorry.”

“What do you want?” Killian asked annoyed as he got up, leaving the gun on the bed.

The man walked over to Killian and only then I noticed the phone in his hand. He showed Killian something on the phone and they both stood there for a while, leaving me utterly confused.

“It really is...” the man started and Killian nodded before looking at me.

“He really is your uncle,” he breathed out. “Do you know about all that he has done?”

I stared at him, even more confused than I was before. “No, I don't know anything besides the fact that he's my uncle...”

If this plan doesn't work, I can kiss my life goodbye, because I'm either going to die, or I'll end up in jail. With Killian I'll either live or die, and same with Anthony. But I had already decided whose side I was on, because jail isn't a place for a beauty like me.

My heart was pounding and I didn't know if he could sense how nervous I was, or maybe he mistook my nervousness with fear, I didn't care. I was just mentally praying that this works otherwise my life is nothing but over.

“Where do you live, Lara?” he asked and I scowled.

“I thought you found that out already,” I sounded uninterested, which I definitely was.

He pressed his fingers against his temple in frustration and released a heavy sigh. Yup, I am inviting my death with my own mouth now. Fantastic, Lara. Just, fantastic.

“Nico, just get her out of here,” he turned around to walk away, but Nico stopped him.

“But, sir, we could get out more information!” Nico protested.

Killian turned around with a certain look in his eyes. “We're not going to do this again. We can't put the rest I have left at stake for this girl. We'll find another way.”

Fuck.

“What? Where are you even going to drop me? Are you going to kill me?!” I started getting paranoid.

“If you don't shut up, I sure as fuck will,” he clenched his jaw. “I want her gone, Nico. Make sure she doesn't get too involved.”

“Are you sure you want this, Killian?” Nico asked. “We could finally get our revenge.”

I looked at Killian, hoping he would let me stay, but he just shook his head.

“No. We can't keep risking innocent people their lives just for revenge,” he said, leaving no space for arguments. “Drop her home. Make sure she stays out of it, or else there will be no trace of you.”

With that said, he walked out of the room.

“It's time to drop you home,” Nico shot me a disgusted look.

Well, fuck.