IGNAZIO'S POV:
"I am your boss." I said.
Her jaw ticked and released a large puff of air in annoyance looking away from me.
"Mr. Moretti, I do not wish to-" she started but I cut her off by stepping closer to her.
She looked down to see the non-existing distance between our chests and glared up at me.
"What the fuck is your problem?" she asked with a scowl plastered on her face.
"I do not think you get it. Your father announced it publicly that he is stepping down and passing on his position to you which makes you my underboss. Now it is cute really how you thought you could come here and speak me out of it. Your suggestions are appreciated and much needed... when it comes to business." I emphasised the last word.
"I am a free person meaning I can do whatever the fuck I please." she gritted out.
"Not in this field, cara mia." I replied smugly.
She stomped her left foot and jabbed my chest with her soft, harmless pointer finger.
"You are delusional, Mr. Moretti." she spoke blankly.
Then standing on her tiptoes, all the while I looked at her guarded face in amusement, she came nose to nose with me and opened her mouth "I would like to see you try and make me work for you." she threatened and turned around to leave.
Sliding the glass doors open, she strode away.
I will make you work Ellaria Ambrose and very soon, I thought.
Walking up yo my room, I changed into a blue button down shirt with black slacks black suit jacket. We found the Mexican guy who escaped us and now I was going to interrogate him.
Driving to my office, where I had a special place for interrogation, I could not help but think about Ellaria. She was so different, so emotionless, blank even but why was she like this? I had no idea.
Did not her father speak to her about this? It was bound to happen until or unless he decides he wants to completely disassociate himself from the Mafia. And then it hit me. Them coming at our home, telling dad that parenting was not their cup of tea. So they left her alone with a child. That is awful and downright pathetic.
Turning off the engine upon reaching the office building, I step out of the car and hand my keys to the valet so he can park the car in the parking area. I usually do it myself but today I am running short on time.
I looked up to see the skyscraper that had MORETTI INDUSTRIES written on it in gold letters. I walked inside the building and was greeted by the receptionist which I replied with a curt nod.
I took my private elevator and pressed the button which had B written on it. A few second later, I arrived in the basement of the building and came face to face with my guards. I nodded at them in acknowledgment and continued to walk towards the torture room.
I stepped inside the dark brown colored spacious room and the familiar smell of blood, spread in the air, engulfed my nostrils. My eyes darted across the room where multiple guards stood until they landed on the person who held answers to my questions.
"Dov'è Damien?" I asked my men keeping my eyes fixed on the bruised man. (Where is Damien?)
"È stato informato quindici minuti fa, capo. Deve essere sulla sua strada." One of them replied. (He was informed fifteen minutes ago. He must be on his way now.)
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Paint Me Red
General Fiction"I guess, I'll just have to eat it out of you." he smirked devilishly at me. I wanted nothing more than to get up and run away. *** The wind blew making her hair fly in all directions, alluringly. The sun shone directly on his face, enhancing the...
