Ashes Revenge ✔️

Chapter 30: Anger

Scarlett

I haven't seen Mason for two days. I think that the trip to Italy accumulated lots of work here. That's the thing in Mafia, for you to stay on top you'll always have work to be done.

It's currently 4am, and I heard some noises downstairs. Like someone shuffling with things. Opening my door I try to listen better. It's definitely not Mason, he doesn't wear leather shoes, unless it's business.

Dominic is away, and Dion doesn't wear them too.

Going inside and grabbing my gun, I leave quietly. Some forniture on the halls is open with papers all messed up.

I see light coming from the meeting room so I tiptoe there, the gun up. Peaking inside I see a dark figure, messing on the drawers. Walking silently to him I point the gun to his head, making him freeze.

"Tell me what you're doing here and I may have mercy on you." I whisper making him snort. What I wasn't expecting was his fast moves.

He turns around so fast that I only have time to dodge his kick, my gun falling to the ground, he comes at me punching, only giving me time to doge it. I grab a chair when he goes to kick again, kicking on it instead of me, throwing it at him after, it does a huge sound when he hits the floor making him fall with it.

I hope the sound was enough to let Mason know something's wrong.

I walk to him, grabbing his neck. Taking the wood of his head I groan.

Emanuel.

"Motherfucker." I grumble punching his face. he groans and tries to block some of my punches. When he's almost knocked out, blood running his mouth and nose, I get up going to pick my gun.

"Scarlett?" I hear Mason's voice and when I go to shout where I am, Emanuel covers my mouth putting a knife at my neck.

Fuck.

I kick the chair making it shriek on the floor.

Hope he hears that.

It made worse for me because the knife was pressed harder, I could feel blood trailing my collarbone. I bite his hand making him groan. "Stupid bitch" He hisses and I lift my foot kicking his balls.

He crunches down, his face countorned in pain. Before he gets up again I shoot his leg, making him scream in pain, the blood spreading on the floor.

"Scarlett?" Mason shouts.

"Meeting room! " I shout back, seconds after Mason appearing with a gun in his hand.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Mason shouts to Emanuel pressing his foot on the bullet hole, once again he screams.

"What are you doing here, Emanuel?" He yells again, pressing even more. He screams but laughs. "Guess you find out. How cute... both of you, together in the misery, and trying to kill my blood... you're lucky I haven't told you're alive Black. We all thought you burned with your family in the explosion."

Almost everyone thought I was dead too, I'm like a ghost.

Not containing my anger I shoot him on the other leg, making him scream again, rolling on the floor.

Fucking bastard.

"Keep talking and the next one will make you die painfully and slowly." I grumble under my breath pointing it at his dick. He laughs again.

If we didn't need information I would shoot him dead right now.

"Just like your parents Scarlie?"

My jaw clenches at the name my parents used to call me.

Mason picks him by the throat seating him on the chair, the whole time he's groaning in pain.

Good.

"What do you want?" Mason voice is cold and hard, his eyes sending daggers at him. "Oh Xavs-"

"Don't you fucking call me that." Mason growls gun pointed to his forehead.

"Of course, that was Kathy wasn't it?"

"I find shit on my own. We don't need you to get anything." He grumbles pulling out the safety.

"Don't." I whisper making him stop. Emanuel is on verge of passing out.

"We don't need him." Mason grounds out and I nod. "I know, he probably doesn't know shit, and it's just the side chick of Ezekiel. Putting a bullet to his head is making him a favor."

"Don't listen to your girl Matteo. I will be a burden if you keep me alive."

"Bullshit. You really think I would tell him to put you in the basement and feed you?" I laugh humorless.

"Then... I get it... making me suffer like my uncle made-" Before he can talk to much I press the tip of my gun, on the hole in his leg, leaning down to his ear. "Exactly." I whisper making his heartbeat accelerate.

My hands are full of blood. I still wish it was from his uncle.

"Since I'm going to die....Scarlie how was listen to the last love you from your dad? Or was your mom? Who died first again?" My hands start to shake as the memories flood back, and my eyes water.

Fuck no. I'm not giving him the satisfaction.

Getting out of my trance I see that Mason shot him on his stomach. With a last glare to him he leaves grabbing his phone, silently telling me to do with him whatever I want.

That's what I do.

I grab a piece of a mirror that broke between our fight, and start to stab it inside his stomach hole, making him scream. "You're not... much different from my uncle... you're taking me from my family, Scarlie." He wheezes, forcing his eyes open.

"Monsters you mean... see you in hell." With that said I cut his neck making his cough blood gasping for air, his eyes pleading, in less than a minute he's dead, blood running his whole body.

I leave his body there and rush to my bedroom passing Mason in the way but not glancing his way. "He's dead." It's all I say before finally reaching my room and head to the shower.

"Scarlie, look at me pumpkin." My dad says, next to my mom's dead body. Tears are filling my eyes but I look at his bloodied face from the explosion.

"I love you pumpkin. Never forget that." I shake my head grabbing his hand. "Don't say that, you're going to survive. Please don't leave me." I sob looking at his pale face.

"You're strong. Mom and I love you with all we got. We're always with you Thunder."

"Dad, I love you. You can't leave me. Please." I still could hear the Russians shooting everything that was alive and throwing granades burning down my whole home.

"We're always with you. You're the best thing that happened to us. Don't lose yourself, I'm sorry I couldn't save you. But-"

"No! Please, stop saying those things. We-"

"Listen to me...move on, this happens in this life..." His breaths are becoming shorter.

I have to save him.

"I love you pumpkin. You will always be my favorite ray of thunder. I... love you."

"I love you too, but please... -"

"I love you." He says in a last breath making me sob harder and cup his face. "Please, please wake up. Please, don't leave me." I cry running my eyes over his closed eyes and pall face.

I scream punching the white tiles of the shower, the cold water running through my body, letting me feel the hot tears on my face.