Enjoying the Danger. [Book1 of Leila's story]

Like Father Like Son?

LEILA'S POV
Her tears were annoying me, I had no patience.
"Can one of you wonderful men wheel my cart over please, I'm not sure where you've stored my toys." I asked Marcus nicely. He sent a few goons to get my cart.
"Carmichael it's a woman, we don't have to do this."
Vincent was saying to everyone, loud enough for Kelli to here, which of course gave her hope.
"Yes please please you don't have to."
And with that my patience snapped. Carmichael saw me first and he looked at Vincent, shaking his head and stepping back he said
"This is on you Vincent."
Sergio and Giovanni also stepped back as Marcus and Sebastian held Vincent's son. I walked up behind him and as he turned to look at me I punched him in the jaw and then stomped down on his left knee breaking it. His screams silenced Kelli.
"Vincent, I don't think you understand the situation."
I walked in front of him and squatted so that I could be eye to eye with him.
"She was your responsibility, you were told to keep an eye on her, even after you knew she was meeting with the families in Italy you still didn't take steps. And for that Damien has been hurt and good men have lost their lives. You have allowed her to push me past business to personal."
I grabbed his hair pulling him to me, his eyes widening with fear, regret,confusion ?, I'm not sure but I didn't care. Sergio chuckled
"This is not the family punishing you Vincent. This is the family standing aside and letting death deal with you herself. There are no restrictions. Your daughter and those she had conspired with will pay, and you as well because our lovely death bringer here has asked. And who are we to stop death from her work."
Sergio was telling Vincent while Giovanni called several men from Vincents immediate crew to take him next to Kelli. I looked at Carmichael as he walked up to me.
"We have news from Mikel, Vincent was in contact with the Bratva, he offered them a deal to crush the rest of us, when they turned it down he went to Clyde."
I was a little shocked that Vincent would betray the family but he was power hungry. I looked at his son who stared at me in fear
"And him?"
His eyes widened and he shook his head violently
"I have always been loyal to the family I don't not share my fathers or my sisters shame."
I looked at him for a long moment and then a wonderful idea formed and my lips curled into a hideous grin.
"I know how you get to prove it."
I motioned for him to follow, now Vincent hung from the metal beams, his wrist bound together to hang from the roof beam. His eyes held fury and fear, Kelli had stopped her banshee wails and watched as I went to the table. I found a delectable rusted fillet knife. I grab it and turn to Vincent's son with a smile plastered to my face.
"I want you to remove the crest."
Every boss had a tattoo of their crest intermingled with the Defallios .
"You-you want me to c-c-cut it off of him?"
I knew Vincents crest tattoo covered a good portion of his back. I sat back down in my chair as he stood staring at his father. Vincent pleaded with his son, tears in his eyes.
"Son you don't have to do anything like that, you can stand besides me ."
His eyes begged for his son to help him.
When he hesitated I leaned forward in my chair
"You have two choices, bring me back the crest, OR hang with your father."
Alfonzo looked back at me tears in his eyes, begging me no. My eyes showed no emotion as I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer.
He steeled himself letting a few tears fall for his father before he went to his fathers back and began cutting the fabric of the shirt.  Vincent begged him not to do this, Kelli whimpered and cried silent tears. When the shirt was removed you could hear Alfonsos deep breath and then Vincent eyes bugged out and he screamed. What a child, he didn't even make a big slice. Alfonso stopped when Vincent screamed and was having a hard time focusing. I realized he screamed to throw his son off.
"Vincent dear."I purred at him getting up and standing in front of him. He panted eyes full of hate. I got close to his ear and with my hand massaging his throat
"Vincent dear if you don't shut the fuck up and quit trying to distract your son I will disembowel him in front of you and cut the fucking crest off myself. Man the fuck up and quit acting like a bitch."
My voice was even, deadly, soft, promising him that I would do everything I said and nothing he could say or do would prevent it. I never raised my voice or let emotion tint it. I stepped back and brought his face up to look into my eyes. He flinched from the nothing that stared back. My other half was sitting in a bed fighting to come back to me because power hungry pieces of shit couldn't enjoy their place in life. They , like every other person, wasn't happy with their lot in life. Vincent wanted more power, the power that was passed to him by his father wasn't enough. How can someone feel like their pampered life wasn't enough, while so many of us struggled for some type of normalcy. I stepped back and watched Vincent hang his head and nod just barely to let me know he understood.
"Proceed ."
I said to Alfonso returning to my seat. I could hear Alfonso silently sob at what  he was doing and my heart yearned for Damien. He was always so emotionless when he worked and I loved watching him. A lot of the times I was here was spent with me watching him work. Walk in the room jacket off, rolling his cuffs up, silent as he stood in front of the cart. Assessing who was in front of him and trying to figure out the best way to deal with the person. I was brought out of my day dream by Kelli's whimpering. Everything in me said she would be of no use, that she didn't know where Clyde was, and I was curious why she had sent her daughter away. I got up and bringing my chair with me I sat down in front of her. She lifted her head up, eyes red and swollen from the tears she cries, her look is resigned, hopeless and that confirms my feeling.
"Why is your child not with you?"
She sighs and hangs her head lower
"To keep her from him. I'm his accountant, and his side fuck, I was never supposed to get pregnant. He has a wife and 2 girls by her. I lied to him and said it was someone else's kid and sent her to my parents. She just turned 5."
She smiled a sad smile at me
"For her protection or his infidelity?"
She snorts and looks at me
"He could care less if his wife knows about all those he's fucked, I sent her away for her protection. He has already tried to molest his oldest and her mother walked in on it. The lady spent 3 weeks in the hospital recovering from the beating. He isn't allowed around his girls without supervision, I wasn't going to take my chances with my daughter."
I could feel the heat of anger and disgust for this man,Clyde,rising
"Do you know where he is?"
"No.....but I know how to get to his accounts to bring him and that cunt Angelica out for you to get. Just...please don't hurt my baby girl. You can kill me but please not her."
The last bit was said as a whisper as she tried to fight the tears. I got up and took a knife from the table, she pulled in a breath and closed her eyes waiting for death. Instead I cut the ropes removing her restraints. She looked at my while rubbing her wrist
"I don't understand..."
"You are useful, and your daughter won't be harmed."
I said to her while putting down the knife. I turned to Alfonso who had discarded the fillet knife and was tugging at his fathers back, Vincent had passed out from the pain and hung there limply.