The Devil's Angel (Angels of the Underworld: Book One) (✔️)

Chapter Nine (Edited)

(Vincenzo's POV)

I walked up the steps to The Playhouse with Giuseppe, Gio, and Antonio behind me. The bouncer standing in front of the door immediately moved and opened the door.

"Mr. Bianchi," He said with a nod.

We walked in and the smell of sex, alcohol, sweat, and drugs hit us full force.

"Welcome back to The Playhouse, Mr. Bianchi. Would you like a private room?" A woman wearing nothing but a thong and some heels asked.

"No, we'll help ourselves." I said pushing past her.

I walked through the club passing through each room but I knew exactly where he was. I eventually found myself in front of private room number 7. His lucky f*cking number.

I threw open the door causing it to slam against the wall. He jumped out of his seat and began fixing himself.

"Boss, what are you doing here?" He asked as the girl stood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Leave." I ordered the girl and she ran past us.

I said nothing as I walked over to the mini bar and poured two glasses of vodka. I gave one to him as he stared at with confusion and I drank the other.

I sat down in one of the chairs and unbuttoned my suit jacket.

"Have a f*cking seat. We have much to discuss."

His eyes flicked back to where Gio and the others were standing before coming back to me.

"I said have a f*cking seat!" I yelled.

He sat back down as fear covered his face.

"Boss, what's goin-"

"You do not call me Boss. In this moment I am not Boss. You are now speaking to Il Diavolo."

"I don't understand. What-"

"There aren't many people I trust but I trusted you, Luca. You were at the airport waiting for me when I arrived the other day. You said that you had heard what happened and that you wanted to come with me to check on her.I f*cking believed you."

"Boss-"

"I believed you because we grew up together and you've been one of my top guys since I took over. Now I find out that you're the one who gave up her location. You're the one that got Marco and Lacy killed."

Faster than he could blink, I had my gun drawn and I put a bullet in his kneecap. He screamed out in pain.

I got up and went to him. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up onto his feet before pressing my gun to his forehead.

"I'll give you chance to explain so you better make it a good one."

"I...didn't do anything...I swear."

"Lying makes it worse." I hissed before shooting his other knee.

"Boss....please." He begged, tears starting to run down his cheeks.

"Who did you send the information to? Who killed Marco and Lacy? What do they want with Juliet? Tell me and all is forgiven."

"P-Promise?" He whimpered like a child.

"I promise." I nodded.

He should've known better. The only one Il Diavolo makes promised to is his Queen.

"All they told me was that...they wanted to get her back. They wouldn't tell me...their names. They said....they needed her back."

"Why did you tell them where she was? Why did you betray my trust?"