THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

Sin’s pov.

The party had gone great despite the little hiccup we encountered, and I was able to show them who the new Donna of the Violenta mafia family was.

Waking up with Mani in my arms was amazing, but then I had to leave even when I didn’t want to because I had a situation to handle. I could only wait until after breakfast before stepping out.

Getting into my car, I slammed my door shut, infuriated at leaving Mani alone, but I had to deal with a bunch of idiots who couldn’t deal with a shipment alone. What the hell was I paying them for?

“Give me details, Carlos, and it better be worth my time if you have to pull me out of my home.” I growled at Carlos through my phone, which was connected to the car.

When he called, he was interrupting my time with Mani. I knew she was about to say something serious. I know my men, and they know I hate being disturbed by irrelevant things. Despite their sometimes lacking competence, they have never dragged me into something useless. It was very important.

And that pissed me off more because now I have a problem to deal with.

“Since then, one of our cocaine shipments has been intercepted again at the dock. We managed to subdue one of the men, but the others either escaped or got killed.” Carlos responded.

I closed my eyes, clenching my jaw. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself. I can already feel the headache. “Who do you have in mind?”

“I don’t think it’s the Romanovs; whoever is doing this is trying to make it look like they were involved.”

I had the same suspicion too. It might be true that we didn’t get along and Giovanni Romanov came to New York, but I had a talk with him, and it showed they had no idea what was going on.

“I’m going to kill whoever this person is,” she mumbled.

Within an hour and a half, I was able to reach the dock. I got out of the car and tried to handle everything as fast as I could so that I could get back home to Mani.

“I followed Carlos to where they were keeping the man. We entered the warehouse, and I was met with the metallic smell of blood. It filled the air. I looked to my right to see a pile of ten dead bodies packed on top of each other, and beside them were guns laid out on the ground. In the center of the room was a bruised and bloodied man, kneeling on the hard concrete floor, surrounded by six of my men.

I walked over to the man, bending down to his level, and he looked up at me; the fear was evident in his eyes. His face was beaten beyond recognition.

“Why did you and your men try to steal from me?” I asked, and my hand grabbed his hair. He looked no older than nineteen.

He gritted his teeth before looking the other way, avoiding any eye contact with me.

“I believe I asked a question, and I expect an answer,” I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

“Go to hell; you’re just wasting your time. If you think I’m going to snitch and tell you anything,” He spit at me. I’m surprised by his French accent. This was one more reason to rule out the Romanovs; they only deal with the Russians.

My brain racked through trying to figure out who was calling the shots, but I came up blank. I had no idea who was pulling this kind of game, or maybe they were small gangs like the last one, but still, how were they maybe getting information and everything? It all comes down to one thing, as Luca and I concluded. There was a traitor within, and I am so damn sure it was someone close.

“Who is your leader?” I asked the boy, trying to get more insight into what was happening. The kid was really stubborn; I admire his loyalty, but this really wasn’t the time for that. The more he refuses to speak, the more time is wasted before I can get back home to the embrace of Mani.

“I don’t have time for this; Carlos handles it. If he doesn’t talk for the next hour, you know what to do. I said this to Carlos while looking at the little kid. I could see the tense expression on his face.

“I….. you. ” He was stuttering, but it soon changed into a smirk. “I think you should be the one scared,” he said. I raised an eyebrow at this, wondering what he meant.

My hold on his hair tightens. “And why is that?”

“I heard about your little queen that has you wrapped around her little finger,” he smirked. “Too bad she is going to die and you aren’t there to save her.”

I landed a hard punch on his face repeatedly. How dearly does he threaten my queen? How freaking dare he? I was snapped out of my rage by the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at the screen to see Mateo calling.

I swiped the answer, bringing the phone to my ear. “yes. ”

“Sin, la casa è sotto attacco. Credo che stessero prendendo di mira Mani. Riesco a portarla al sicuro nella tua stanza,” he grunts out in pain.

I was furious; I needed to get home soon. “Portala nella stanza antipanico, sai dov’è. Le impronte digitali di Mani sono già registrate.”

“Ok, la portera en salvo,” he says before ending the call.

I brought out my gun, not washing it for a second. I shot him in the forehead. “Take care of the body; it reeks.” I got out of the warehouse and raced to my car. I drove as fast as I could before telling Luca to meet me at the house.

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Translations

“Sin, la casa è sotto attacco. Credo che stessero prendendo di mira Mani. Riesco a portarla al sicuro nella tua stanza – Sin, the house is under attack. I believe they were targeting Mani. I managed to get her safe inside your room.

portala nella stanza antipanico, sai dov’è. Le impronte digitali di Mani sono già registrate – take her to the panic room, you know where it is. Mani’s finger prints is registered already.

ok la porterò in salvo – okay I will get her to safety