Chapter 8
CHANT
I was burning up with rage. Genesis had vanished, and my control over the situation was slipping fast. It wasn’t just about losing her; it was about the power she represented—and that power had to be reclaimed, one way or another.
I slammed my fist on the table, sending papers and empty bottles crashing to the floor. My men flinched, but I didn’t give a damn. “I want answers, and I want them now. Find out everything you can about Dante DeLuca. He’s tangled up with Genesis, and I want to know exactly what that bastard’s planning.”
My men scrambled, terrified. Good. They needed to be afraid. Fear makes people work harder, and right now, I needed results.
I pulled in every contact I had, digging into their connections with the DeLuca family. I threw money and threats around like candy, squeezing every last bit of information out of them. They knew I didn’t play games—either they delivered, or they’d face my wrath. I didn't care about the bodies piling up either. It was the consequence for standing against me.
The more I learned about Dante, the more infuriated I became. He was one of the DeLuca siblings who’d managed to stay clean of the family’s criminal filth. A so-called general surgeon who’d kept himself separate from the dirty business. But now, he was mixed up with Genesis, and that was something I couldn’t tolerate.
I decided to turn the heat up. I spread rumors, stirred up trouble. I wanted Dante on edge, rattled, desperate. I started making threats that would put him on high alert. The more chaos I could create, the easier it would be to find Genesis. I wasn’t interested in subtlety; I wanted to hit him where it hurt.
I had my men track Dante’s every move, every interaction. I wanted to know his routines, his weaknesses. It became clear that Dante wasn’t just hiding Genesis; he was wrapped up in her life. That made him a liability and a target.
I began to plan a direct confrontation. It had to be brutal and unmistakable. I wanted to force Dante into a corner, make him reveal everything he knew. I was going to expose him and use it to my advantage. It had to be a high-stakes showdown that would leave him no way out.
The details of my plan were falling into place. Dante and Genesis had made their choices, and now it was time for me to make mine. They were about to learn the hard way that hiding from me was a mistake they’d regret.
I wasn’t just going to sit back and wait for my men to gather information. I needed to be closer to Dante and Genesis, to see their lives unraveling with my own eyes. I started shadowing them, blending into the shadows and following their every move. The thrill of watching them, knowing they were just out of reach, fed my fury.
I lurked around their usual spots, from Dante’s medical practice to the places he visited with Genesis. Every time they stepped out, I was there, watching, waiting. I kept my distance but made sure they felt my presence. My eyes were everywhere, ensuring they couldn’t take a step without me knowing about it. The frustration of being unable to act immediately only heightened my anger.
The DeLucas had been so careful, so smug in their little world of secrets and lies. I wanted to tear that world apart. I wanted to see the look on Dante’s face when he realized that his efforts to hide Genesis had only fueled my obsession. I reveled in the thought of cornering him, making him face the full brunt of my wrath.
I would catch them slipping, make them vulnerable. I had my men watch the streets, the parks, and every other place where Dante and Genesis might go. No matter how careful they were, I was more determined. I left no stone unturned, no lead unpursued.
Every interaction, every gesture between them, was scrutinized. I took notes, compiled data, and prepared for the day I’d make my move. It was a game of patience and control, and I was more than willing to play dirty to win.
In the midst of my stalking, I got a text from one of my informants. They’d spotted Dante meeting with Beniamino DeLuca. It was the perfect opportunity to escalate my plan. I needed to use this to provoke Dante further, make him feel the pressure. The more I could unsettle him, the easier it would be to break him down.
I would force their hand, drive them into a corner, and watch as their world crumbled. Genesis and Dante had underestimated me, and that was a mistake they would soon regret. The hunt was on, and I was determined to make them pay for their defiance.
And what do you know, suddenly, I remembered that they had family. They'd taken away mine, it was their turn to see how that felt.