Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.4

Remo.

"Are you sure that the son of a bitch is there?" Romero hissed from the driver's seat.

"I am fucking sure, man. He is so gonna die by my hands. And I swear this upon our bastard of a father."
I was feeling absolutely ill at ease as another sleepless night and kicking the shit out of my punching bag drove the hell out of me. And the thought of kicking someone's shit just made my day.

We were heading to Sugar trap,the pub that was under our ownership and fetched us hell lot of a money. It was where many casinos came to relax,discuss business and to release their frustrations on the whores.

Whores! Yes you heard it right. Sugar trap was famous for it. And this made our famiglia different from others. While other famiglia despised this system openly and carried it out in absolute secrecy, we were quite open about our weirdo ventures. Car racing too was one among the weirdo ventures and added to our treasury.

Marco acted as the pimp and trapped the ladies by making them fall in love with him abruptly,stating that he needed his debts to be returned to the Famiglia. Poor ladies who were in love with him bought his lies and decided to pay off his debts by selling their bodies! And there it goes..there was no turning back from their profession ever again!Which made them prisoners of life forever.

"If the Bravata plans to attack us openly we need back up." Alessio growled.

The Bravata,our nemesis from Russia planned to launch an attack and made a move to our pub. Cowards! They loved to attack from behind and never came face to face.

Fabiano called us to inform that he had got hold of a soldier from Bravata,who was assigned to spy on our endeavors closely as they knew the pub was our main area which gave birth to all our impulsive ventures.

I was totally into a fight mode and was ready to prowl on any,who came my way. My brothers and I,except for Adamo,who is still being homeschooled by Alessio got out of our car and was ready for some action. Romero,although nineteen was a Made Man at the age of fourteen. Despite having the image of a lover boy,he always takes his business undertakings seriously. He so reminded me of my teen days.

Walking around the street with three brothers to look after,cage fights, with a grit to capture the world,own a position for myself in the world of mafia. Sleepless nights,days were our tummies roared for attention....
These were the very few things that made me Remo Falcone, the Capo of San Francisco.

Pushing aside all the thoughts we three entered the pub. The pub was buzzing with music and we made our way to the third wing.

As I was waiting for further updates from Fabiano, I decided to treat myself with a drink. The pub was filled with young men and women,dancing to the tune and taking their frustrations out for a carefree weekend that lay before them. But my eyes caught her.

Only her!

A sight to behold. She was wearing a black dress that did justice to her curves and hugged her at all the right places. A lean figure,long bare legs,dark lustrous hair flowing back till her waist,which tempted any man to bury his hands in her hair.

It felt as if she gave a damn about the world and was lost in her own. Until her friend made her known of my presence.

Finally, she turned. It felt like eternity.

I was taken back by the sparkle of those innocent eyes which locked up a lot of emotions but displayed only love. Her black eyes took me off my guard. Those pouty pink lips deserved nothing else but long lingering kisses! Her angelic face too did no justice to me. I wanted to break all the barriers between us and reach out to tell that she was not meant for a fling or one night stand but was meant to be a possession for lifetime. She was meant to be the electrifying lyric in someone's song of life. A man who was passionate about her and could give all her heart's desires.

I was brought back to reality when I was called by Fabiano to lay my hands on the pawn.
Yes,the sordid,grim reality,that our lives were seas apart. I didn't want to mask her light with my darkness.

When I entered the torture room,it was charged with cigar alcohol and blood. The pawn lay helplessly drenched in blood from head to toe. He could barely keep his eyelids open and I could make out that Fabiano took his own sweet fucking time with the pawn.

Fabiano, my enforcer,was a man of few words and more deeds. He was strong and proved himself to be worthy of the post bestowed upon him day by day. Together we saw the real turmoils of life and he fought along with me in my battle of becoming the Capo.

Blood. Loyalty. Truth.
Were the three mottos etched on our body as well as our soul.

"Open up you rat fink and tell your plans." I demanded.

"What do you think of yourself Remo, that I will be treacherous to Bravta? No way,its my blood and my soul. Count your days man because it is numbered. And I am not alone here, I came with a
Consigliere. You are never gonna find him Remo. He will make things move in a faster pace.Fuck you Remo." The pawn laughed darkly,spitting out blood.

With that I lost my piece of shit and I took my trigger and ended further commotions.

"Find the fucking Consiglier,he might be here only. I want his bloody body. Right. Now." I screamed on top of my voice.

I wasn't served with a position of a Capo in a golden platter. But I fought for my right and will fight till my last breath. I am not allowing any Bravata or any other fucking person to ruin my position. Because I deserve it and will prove it in the course of life. My thoughts were interrupted by Romero,with his toothy grin.

"We found that bastard."

"He's in the drinks area and is keeping a low profile."

"Who is the 'he'?"

"Rocco Scuderi."

I laughed. I was finally content to meet the man,he calls himself my executioner. Oh my! Today I am gonna have hell lot of fun.

When my eyes finally found my executioner I was startled. He was forcing a girl to dance. Not just any girl, but the girl on whom I had laid my eyes upon. My eyes became red and there was a sudden urge of bloodlust. I don't know why but a sudden urge of protectiveness encompasssed me.I moved cautiously and others came behind Rocco. I could hear pleads of mercy from the girl to free her. He was nudging,squeezing and doing all sort of things that rubbed me in the wrong places.
I grabbed her by her waist and yanked her to myself. Coconut lotion and strawberry filled my nose. Damn! It was driving me insane. Her skin felt like velvet under my coarse hand.

Fuck I am losing it.

She was shaking abruptly and I soothed her by my touch. I made her not to look back as Alessio and Fabiano dragged Rocco out of the dance floor. Slowly, she began to take in her surrounding and felt at ease.

Her pair of eyes were driving me insane. I sensed that she recognized me,as her earlier admirer, when she asked for my name. Those eyes were lit by now.

We were broken out of our trance by the ringing of my phone. But before I left I gave it to her.

My name and My heart!

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