Envious Desire
7

Dominic

“Did you really think you could fucking steal from me and I wouldn’t notice you FOTTUTO LADRO (FUCKING THIEF)!” I laid another solid punch to his jaw.

“Con chi pensavi di fottere? (Who did you think you were fucking with?)” Blood splattered on my shirt connecting with his nose. Fuck!

“Boss, your 11am is here,” Antonio enters the cellar.

“My 11am?” Squinting my eyes, wrinkles lace my forehead in puzzlement.

“Yeah, that chick, Dane’s ex and her male friend,” he throws his hands upward.

Throwing my head back, “Ah, yes.” Facing Marco, I proclaim my orders, “Finish him!” Reaching for the glock on the table, tossing it at Marco, I reach for a towel to unsully my shirt with the other hand.

Doubling back, I give a slight head nod, “Take them to my office. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Strolling out of the cellar, a thunderous bang ricochets off the walls triggering the edges of my lips to curl.

Refreshed, I wander into my office viewing Jade accompanied by a male, Axle, I’m told. When I was informed of this meeting, they stated she was here about the money she stole. I was stupefied, it was news to me. Had I known she stole any of my money, she would have been dead when it first transpired.

Strolling behind my desk, it’s visible she’s nervous. Her leg is springing like a kangaroo running through the open plains, clutching for her necklace.

Finally seated, I glare at her, she’s wide eyed. I could smell the fear oozing from her pores. Good! She should be scared shitless, stealing from me, ends the opportunity to breathe.

Switching to the man beside her, he’s fit, tattooed like me but I’m intimidating, he’s just a pretty boy. Gripping two bags, Antonio stated it was money. It appears they desire a deal. I’ll listen… for now.

“Ciao Bella.” (Hello beautiful). I’m told you have something to tell me about Dane and $20,000 dollars,” one eyebrow reaches my hairline. Waving my hand in a horizontal line granting her the floor. I lay it on the davenport awaiting a response.

Watching her clutch her necklace, it’s evident she’s out of her comfort zone. Good! I want her to be fearful, she may not escape with her life.

She’s unable to maintain eye contact, her eyes boomerang around the room.

“Um, yes. For about 5 years Dane… his crew… they…”

Eyes watering at the recollection flooding her mind. Her hesitation triggers my eyes to slice. What could they have done to her?

“They, they tortured me... for hours, mental and physical abuse.”

She pauses with glossy eyes, leg bouncing out if control, “It wasn’t the first time.” She pushed and pulls the pendant on her chain.

“They killed him in front of me,” her jaw quivered.

Raising two fingers I usher her to cease an explanation. I can surmise what that vile piece of shit did to her. I may be a mafia boss but the mistreatment of women and children is not something I tolerate… EVER!

Redirecting to the conversation at hand, “And what does this have to do with money?”

Expelling an exaggerated breath, “I took it... I grabbed the $20,000 to run away from him after 5 years of abuse. I had to start over!”

Her high-pitched voice, now barely audible, “My disappearance was critical to my survival.”

Her eyes focus on mine for the first time, fractured, “But he found me somehow and sent me to the hospital… again. He sent his goons for me Monday. He said you would kill him if I didn’t return the money to him but Axle,” she twisted her head to face the man beside her, “said he would only relinquish it to you… personally.”

Pondering his reasoning for coaxing her into returning money is troubling to me. My ship is tight! No one dares to cross me unless they have a death wish. Why would he use me to convince her? Something is not right, I need to probe into this.

Giving a stern look at Antonio, he’s aware of my intention, strolling out of the door. They both turn their heads, observing him disappear from the doorway.

Returning their eyes to me, I address the man accompanying her. “And what exactly are you here for?”

“I have a favor to ask.”

Releasing a thunderous, diabolical chuckle, I stare right into this fuckers burning orbs, “I’m not a fucking genie. I don’t grant wishes.”

Reaching for the bags, he extracts two envelopes, tossing them before me.

“That’s 200,000 grand all in 100′s. $100,000 to cover Jade and any interest from her escape from Dane and another $100,000 to find someone.”

Jade’s head whipped in his direction with wide eyes. Her legs ceased twitching.

Grabbing the two envelopes, I inspect them, taking note of the $100 dollar bills, crisp and clean. I’m taking his money, but I’m going to make it that obvious. “What makes you think I have time for such trivial actions,” I bobbed my head in his direction.

“You’re a businessman. Why waste an opportunity for effortless money.”

Chuckling, this fucker is right! $200,000 is an rudimental opportunity. “Who is this person whom you seek?”

Reaching inside the other bag, he withdraws another envelope rising to full height handing it to me.

“She disappeared three weeks ago at Mt. Sinai Hospital. This is the police report and everything the private investigator has so far but they’ve come up short. I need her found, sooner rather than later.”

Taking out the information, a picture cascades to my desk capturing my full attention. Her eyes, astonishing, they’re mesmerizing, captivating even. She is beyond beautiful. In moments, it’s obvious why he craves to acquire her. Ruffling through the papers, I keep him in suspense of my response.

“I’ll see what I can discover of this Chloe person. One of my men will be in touch once we have something.”

“Don’t you need my information to contact me?”

“Do you really think I didn’t have everything on you before you stepped foot in my office?” I raised my brows in a matter of fact manner.

His fixated eyes are unwavering, dead set with mine. “You can take your leave. I have other business to tend to,” I shoo him away with my hand, placing the money and documents in the drawer.

His jaw locked, set in place, rises staring at Jade who follows suit.

Once my door shuts behind them, I withdraw her picture… so… you’re Chloe Knox?

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