The Italian Mafia

Chapter 20

Ambrogio

Emma had fallen asleep on me. I wasn't surprised since having panic attacks could be very tiring. I remember feeling extreme guilt the first time I killed a man. I had several panic attacks after the incident.

She was currently lying with her head in my lap. I had been stroking her back gently for the past half hour.

I had never acted like this with a woman, showing emotions and all, so it was strange for me. I guessed it was strange for Emma as well. I guessed she was just as confused as myself. We were supposed to act as girlfriend and boyfriend, but we shouldn't do this behind closed doors.

A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. I tried to answer as low as I could since I didn't want to wake up Emma.

Giovanni entered, looking confused. I had removed my hand from Emma's back. He didn't need to see that.

"What, she sucked you off or something?" Giovanni asked while looking at Emma's head in my lap. The idea almost got me turned on. Luckily, Emma wasn't lying there.

"No, she fell asleep and moved to this position. I wasn't going to wake her up. Anyway, why are you here?" Giovanni straightened up.

"It's been well over an hour, what do you want to do with the shooter?" I felt anger run through me. He shouldn't question me.

"Have you figured out where he's from?" Giovanni smirked.

"The gangs." I felt amused. Of course they were coming for me. I was taking over their fucking business.

I let out a small chuckle. "Have some fun with him and then kill him. Make sure to tell him that I don't even bother doing it myself. I don't want to deal with it right now. Also, tell him that harming my mother was a big mistake." Giovanni nodded and left the room. Before he could close the door, I called out to him. He peeped his head inside again. "Use that eye scoop that I know you like."

Giovanni laughed. "You're crazy motherfucker, boss. Your wish is my command." He left and I looked at Emma.

She had her eyes open, and they were looking horrified. She noticed me looking at her, and sat up. "Uhm, I should go." She stood up but I yanked her down again.

"Emma, I need you to know that I'm not a bad man for killing the shooter. He could've killed me, my mother or even you-"

"Yes, I'm aware," she interrupted.

"Let me speak," I spoke stern so she knew I was being serious. "That's how things go in this world. It's not inhumane or cruel. It's either my life or his. And since his bullet missed, I'm the one deciding who it's gonna be." Emma swallowed hard and looked at me again.

"Just because you're used to it doesn't make it okay." I furrowed my brows. "Just because you do something enough times for it to become natural, doesn't mean that it is natural. This whole entire house is insane, and I can't wait to get out of here."

"I don't think you mean that."

"Yeah? Why not?" she said, rather angry. She had her teeth closed tightly shut, making her jaw twitch.

"You didn't seem like that when you kissed me yesterday." Her brows rose and her cheeks flushed.

"I didn't kiss you, you kissed me. I would like to make that straight. And I got caught in the moment, nothing else." She was fooling herself. It was almost amusing.

"You sure didn't object while I was kissing you. Stop playing games, Emma." She huffed and crossed her arms. Oh how she looked like a child.

"Ambrogio, stop pushing feelings down my throat. I don't like you or anything, it's just confusing for me." I nodded silently.

"Very confusing, it seems like." I chuckled and stood up, pulling her with me. She stumbled and held onto me for support.

"I want to take you out," I stated. It had been lingering in my mind, and I had decided that I would like to spend some time with her. I needed to know what was going on with me. I liked protecting her too much. And that kiss...

"What?" Emma's brows were furrowed yet again.

"I said that I want to take you out." She better not protest.

"No," she said and laughed. Was she mocking me?

"Don't mock me. It will be good for people to see us out in town anyways." She huffed.

"Well, because of our agreement, I will go out with you, but this is not anything else. The act will grant me my freedom, right?" I nodded. A vow was a vow, and I was going to uphold my end of the agreement, if she upheld hers.

"Yes, it will. I will have everything planned. We will go sometime next week when your leg is better." I said and stood up. I had been with her for too long anyways. I needed to work.

"Okay. And Ambrogio?" I was hallway through the door.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for helping me and everything..." she sounded nervous, maybe even with a slight hint of embarrassed.

"Of course, dolce." With those words, I left. I had gotten an urge to smash in that gang member's head all of a sudden. I walked to the basement with long strides.

Giovanni seemed to take my words literally.

The blood smelled like a mixture between blood and shit, and I knew Giovanni had his way with the shooter.

Walking into his cell, I found out I had guessed correctly. Sitting in the chair was the remaining of a man. He had no eyes, and his skin color was red from blood. You wouldn't even be able to tell his identity from the looks of him. Hell, you wouldn't even be able to tell if it was a man or a woman.

Giovanni stopped when I entered the room. His hair was messy, he was sweating and his suit was all fucked up.

"Stop, let me have a go." He cocked his head to the side.

"Didn't you say you were too busy?" He challenged me with a smirk.

"Careful now, Giovanni. I have a lot of anger within me right now." I heard the shooter give out a cry and I kicked his leg. He shrieked. I couldn't help but laugh.

Pathetic.

"Hey there. I know Giovanni said I was too busy for you, but sometimes you have to prioritize, and let me tell you, I really wanted to prioritize this." He swallowed hard, his head still hanging by his chest. His eyes were long gone so I didn't even bother to demand eye contact.

"Giovanni, hand me my knife-" I leaned down to the shooter, "although I am prioritizing being here, I still have other things to do, so I want to call it a day. I'm going to use my knife, which has resistance-" I said and ran my finger over the small pieces of iron that stood out from the blade. "The resistance is there so when I pull out my knife, it will grip onto your intestines and then drag them out for my eyes to see. Under normal circumstances, I would then show you them just before you would die, but since my friend Giovanni already dug out your eyes, that wont be possible."

The man in front of me cried out and moved a little in the chair. He couldn't do much because of his wounds and because he was tied down.

Anger raged inside of me and I wanted to see him dead. He could've hurt my mother and he did hurt Emma. That was unacceptable.

I pushed my knife into his stomach with as much force I could manage. I then pulled it outwards and heard the wet sound of his insides. He screamed and moved around which I presumed only hurt him more. I pulled the knife all the way out and his insides were hanging on to it. I dropped it to the floor and grabbed his chin.

"We are now going to drop off your corpse to your buddies. They will now not to do this again. It was just stupid really. You can't mess with me. I am the boss." With that, I wrapped my hands around his face and then cracked his whole head to the side. His neck broke and he fell limp against his own chest.

"Get him to the gang's place. And clean this mess up," I said and left the cell. 

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And that's all I have for now but I'm almost done with chapter 21 :)