CHAPTER 11
Alessandro's POV
"You have any idea why people like you end up fucking dying like this?"
I was in rage as all I could see was red; I was going to fucking kill this mafankulo. My fists were rolled into a ball as I grab hold of my gun and move his head upwards with it so he could face me. Right now I was facing a snake, a mole, a fucking traditore.
"Giuro su Dio I had no idea I was associating with one of them! Had I known, I wouldn't have considered them a partyor shared any of the details with them."
My fucking ass!
I watched this man with bitterness and anger that I was so ready to place a bullet into his fucking head!
We were working on selling a piece land for months so he had multiple amount of times to recognise or smell a fucking rat, but he clearly didn't do that because everyone in this room knew that he was working for them.
He did this on purpose and I was so going to send him to his grave right away.
"Lies upon lies Roderick! You fucking liar!
" I grab his collar and yank him towards me while my gun was positioned under his chin, "You caused a huge loss to my business; because of you, I have fucking lost nearly a million dollars.
You knew that that fucking son of a bitch Elio was working with our enemy but you still went and made sure the land was open to him!
Not to mention the fucking business that he does gives us more reason why we shouldn't work with him. "
"I'm sorry Alessandro, give me a second chance please!"
"You know what you are? You are a fucking traitor and I don't like them so I definitely need to do something about it!"
"You wouldn't have to do that if you listen to me!" He began to panic as he struggled out of his chair, "Salvatore, help me out!"
"Shut the fuck up!" I growl, "No one is going to help you right now because everyone in this room knows what you exactly did.
In fact, we have proof of what you did." I move away from him and continue to glare him at as he suddenly watches me and the boys with wide eyes, it was like as if realization had dawned upon him that there was no way out of this. He was going to die today.
I glance over my shoulder to see Salvatore standing there with his arms crossed while a tired look was occupying his face, like as if he knew that this Roderick bitch was going to fucking die any minute now.
Bruno just yawned and rolled his eyes as leaned on the table.
We were all tired of his excuses and he was one dumb motherfucker for thinking that he could get away from something like this.
"Tell me why the fuck you did what you did? We fucking fed you, helped you, heck even kept you despite knowing your fucked up past!"
He was silent for a few minutes before he glared up at all of us. Rage filled his face as he clenched his fists and then began to yell like an animal.
"To hell with your help! If anything, you made my life a living fucking hell!" He yelled, "All this time I worked for you, you did not do absolute shit for me. All you ever did was cause me grieve and everyone around you who works for you. Alessandro you're a piece of scum, you know that!"
I clenched my jaws and targeted him again with my gun as what he had to say was all bullshit! My hands secured the gun while my fingers were ready to pull the trigger.
"Then I shall end that hell of a life you say you have. Good-fucking-bye Roderick, we'll soon meet in hell."
I finally pull the trigger putting that first bullet into his head and instantly, he stopped squirming on the chair.
Blood spilled out of his head as he lay on the chair with both his eyes opened; there certainly was no life in them.
I hurl the gun to the other side of the room and roar as this was not enough justice for me.
Killing this motherfucker does nothing at all, it will not get me back my money that he purposely gave away.
Keeping Roderick was a huge mistake because it cost me a fortune, because of his sticky rat-ass, I've lost a lot so I had to do something about it.
If I didn't, Elio would be coming back for more, but this time it could be something else.
My blood was boiling in my body as I watch his dead body for a few second before I turn away and walk towards the other direction.
––––––––
"Ragazzi! Get to the office immediately, leave this for the others to clean up!"
I headed for the office, feeling Bruno and Salvatore fall in step behind me.
Once we were inside, I slammed the door shut, crossed the room, and planted both hands on the desk.
The frustration burned through me — everything felt like it was slipping out of my fucking hands.
If that really happened... if I was losing control. .. then my whole empire was screwed.
“Alessandro, I think you should lay it off for a while,” Bruno said carefully. “You’ve been on this for weeks. Let us handle it.”
I looked up, glaring daggers at him.
“This is my future, my mafia — our mafia,” I snapped. “Of course I’ve been on this for weeks! You think I can just rest? You out of your goddamn mind?”
Before we could start tearing into each other, Salvatore stepped in.
“What Bruno’s trying to say,” he said, stepping closer, “is that you can’t do everything alone. You’ve been like this for three years, Ale. You gotta let it go. She’s moved on. Time you did too.”
The words hit like a punch to the gut. My jaw clenched, eyes burning as I shook my head and pulled away.
“I don’t care about her. Or anyone connected to her,” I bit out through my teeth. “I just can’t wrap my head around why...” My voice dropped to a whisper.
Truth was, I didn’t give a damn about Ariana anymore — not the way I used to. She chose to leave, so she left. I wasn’t chasing her. But my mind never stopped chewing on the same damn question: why? What the fuck did I do that made her walk away? I gave her everything. She gave me nothing.
Sometimes I still wonder what life would be like if she hadn’t walked out that day — if she hadn’t made me believe she was dead. That kind of betrayal? That’s a wound that never heals. And I hated her for it.
As for D’Angelo... he wasn’t even worth the thought anymore. For years I blamed him for what happened, for taking her from me, for breaking what was mine. But it wasn’t him. It was her. All of it.
It was all her fucking fault.
And when I saw her again — because I would — I’d make damn sure she regretted every breath.
“Alessandro—”
“I called you boys up for another reason,” I cut him off, steadying my tone. “New recruit. Name’s Andrés. He starts tomorrow morning. Be ready to meet him. He’s good.”
They both nodded. I gave them a short nod back — dismissal. They turned to leave, but Salvatore paused, then shut the door again and faced me with that look — the one that said he wasn’t done.
“Help me.”
“With what?”
“Come on, Alessandro,” he growled. “Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve known you too long for that shit. I’m asking for the last damn time — what do you want me to do with those files and tabs?”
My jaw flexed. I’d buried that thought deep, but his words dragged it back up. The files. The tabs. Ariana. Her family. All the ghosts I didn’t want to deal with. They were useless now — dead weight.
“Bin it.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure, Salvatore! Throw them out! Are you dense or did you miss it the first time?”
He hesitated, eyes narrowing. “You really don’t want to know where she is? What she’s up to?”
I bit my tongue hard, forcing myself not to answer. We’d been tracking her and that twisted family of hers ever since we found out she was alive — three years of silence, three years of me pretending I didn’t care. And maybe I didn’t anymore. Maybe I just didn’t have the strength to look.
“No,” I said flatly.
“It’s been three years... don’t you want to know if she’s alive or dead?”
That made me look up — glare sharp enough to cut. “Bin the fucking files,” I said coldly. “Bin everything. I don’t care.”
Whether she was alive or buried didn’t matter. What mattered was this — my family, my men, my mafia. I was holding this empire up with my own two hands, and no one else was gonna do it for me.
Ariana was a ghost. And ghosts don’t deserve space in my world anymore.