Chapter 2: I sold Her

Miguel's POV

 

Naples, Italy~

 

I sat in the backseat of the black sedan, smoking a cigar and sitting through the traffic.

I exhaled, veering my gaze to the window and watching the busy road thoughtlessly.

The streets of Naples were even busier today than usual, and the ride home was taking a lot longer than it should.

The exhaustion of the day was beginning to kick in, and I couldn't wait to finally let off some steam with one of my whores back home. Today had been quite a long one, and I deserved the rest. Some good news would do. It was about time.

I smirked, raising my wrist and stealing a glance at my watch. Niko should be back by now with news of his mission. It should be done.

It was almost a day, and I was eager to know the fate of that bastard.

Of course, I didn't have to wonder how it went. It was Niko. He simply never failed in the execution of any order.

He was perfect. The best man for getting rid of weeds.

But still, I was curious about one thing. I wanted to know how much pain that fool was in before he died and if it could compensate for what I had lost at his hand.

I doubted it, though. I didn't think anything could ever compensate for my loss.

As far as I was concerned, Nando's life was so valueless that I would say my favorite pistol —Killer, was far more valuable compared to him.

The black sedan edged through the iron-guarded gate and finally came to a halt in the driveway of the gigantic mansion some minutes later. It was about time. I pressed my cigar to the ashtray and dumped it.

One of the guards popped up at the door, pulling it open.

"Welcome home, Mr. Castell," he bowed, not daring to meet my gaze as he stood there.

I stepped out of the vehicle, glancing at him mutely before darting my eyes to the fancy view of the enormous mansion. It was great to be finally home.

I buttoned up my coat with one hand and tugged at its ends to straighten it up as I headed toward the entrance of the mansion. The walk was brisk —a three-minute stroll up the short staircase which led to an elegant steel door.

I opened the door, revealing a long hallway with polished wooden floors. I made my way down the hall, turning left and heading to my study, when Perez appeared.

"Miguel, you're here," he grinned.

Perez was the only one who dared to meet me with a grin. He was a friend and probably the only man I trusted more than most.

"Perez," I returned his grin. "Is he here yet?" I asked, and he nodded.

"I asked him to wait for you in the study," he said, gesturing to the room upstairs.

"Come on, then. I'm eager to know how things worked out," I went ahead of him.

We ascended the stairs, making our way to the last room in the hall.

"I got a call from Mason a while ago," Perez started.

"Mason?" I repeated.

Mason was our guy in the CIA who informed us about whatever they were up to and helped to keep his little agency off our trail.

"What did he say?" I slowed down my pace.

"We are on their Radar now."

I stopped and turned to Perez. The shock was evident on my face.

"How so?" I asked.

We had managed to stay off their radar for so long. What could have happened?

"Did Niko fuck up?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but they seemed to have spotted Niko at the venue. I haven't spoken to him yet, but he doesn't seem like he fucked up. You know he never does."

"Well, it doesn't matter much to me if we are on their radar. As long as Nando is dead, I'm good with that. Mason can cover our tracks for us."

Perez nodded, "He's doing that already."

"Good. Then we have nothing to worry about. They will forget about us eventually."

Perez held the door open for me, and I walked into the study. Niko was seated on the couch but stood up instantly the second I walked into the room.

"Salve, Mr. Castell," he greeted.

"Salve, Niko. It's good to see you," I mumbled, moving over to the bar and pouring myself a glass of scotch with ice. I poured another glass for Perez. It was like a culture now to drink with him, "Would you like a glass, Niko?"

"Sure. Grazie."

I filled our glasses, and Perez picked two glasses of scotch, handing one over to Niko. I moved over to the window, staring out for a bit at the evening sky and taking a long sip from my glass before turning to Niko.

He had taken a sip himself and was now lowering the glass on the table. "Not bad, huh?" I quizzed, moving over to my desk and sitting at the edge.

"Pretty great," he smiled and pursed his lips.

"How did it go with Nando? Is he very dead?" I asked smugly, dropping my glass on the table.

"He is. I shot him myself. He's dead," he said confidently.

"Good. You brought the proof, right?"

"There was no need to. I got a pretty good shot at him. Shot him twice."

My grin disappeared. Doubt grew inside of me. There was no need to?

"And his corpse? Did you bring it?" I asked.

It was the order I had given, that they must bring back his corpse or any proof that would confirm his death.

"W-we couldn't get—" he stammered. "The cops were on their way, so we had to abandon it and flee the scene."

I paused, hoping I had misheard him. "You what?" I scrunch my nose, clenching my jaw tightly. "What did you just say?" I questioned sternly, glancing at Perez and then back at Niko. "My order—"

"Mr. Castell, I shot him," he interrupted and that was his second mistake.

Nobody interrupted me when I was speaking, and my blood boiled.

"There's no way he can survive it. Rest assured he's—"

Before he could finish, I reached a hand in my coat, and yanked out Killer from the inner pockets of my coat. I took off the safety and aimed the shot at his leg swiftly.

"Fuck! Ah!" he groaned, clenching his teeth as blood began to ooze down his leg. I couldn't care less about his pain.

Perez didn't move.

Niko's groan filled the room as he fussed over his wounded leg. His expression was laced with fear, and I could see him trembling now as I moved toward the couch with Killer clutched in my grasp.

"I gave you one direct order. Kill Nando, confirm the kill, bring proof of his death, and you failed."

"I shot him, Mr. Castell—"

"I just shot you, too. You're not dead yet, are you?"

He swallowed hard.

"Inutile!" I shouted.

"Mr. Castell—" he began.

I pulled the trigger again. This time, I hit the couch instead of him —intentionally.

"Not a word, Niko, or I will shoot you," I enunciated, and his face turned white. I sighed. "Although, I can't promise I won't shoot you after such a massive failure."

"He's dead. I'm sure of it."

"And what if he's not?"

Niko didn't respond, and I continued. "You failed the mission, and not only that! You put the CIA on our backs! Tell me why I shouldn't hand you over to them now or kill you myself," I enunciated, and silence echoed through the room. "There's no reason, is there?" I cocked a brow.

I moved over to my desk, punching a number into the phone.

"Since you're so useless, I guess I'll just hand you over to the CIA. At least then, you'd be useful enough to get them off our backs," I spat, pressing the call button. The line began to ring, and the panic burned through Niko.

"Mr. Castell, please," he begged, but there was no point to that.

Mercy wasn't a character I was taught to have. If anything, my father had taught me that a true Mafia Lord never showed mercy.

"The girl!" He suddenly yelled.

Two words he assumed made sense. It didn't.

I glared at him blankly; "What, girl?" I asked.

"Niko's bride. I brought her with me," he gushed. "She might be useful to you. You can have her."

I frowned. It sounded like more nonsense to me. At this point, I was irked to the fucking brim.

Forget about delivering him to the CIA I would rather just end a fool like him here.

"And what the fuck do you expect me to do with her, huh!" I yelled, pointing the gun at him as I marched to him, ready to end him.

My hand was on the trigger. "Miguel, wait," Perez declared, and I stopped, swirling my head to Perez.

"What?" I snarled.

"I think you should take the girl," he continued.

I cocked my head to the side, giving him the 'You can't be serious look.'

"I know how it sounds, but think of it this way. You get to do whatever you want with her and enjoy torturing her, knowing what she meant to Nando. It will be pleasing to kill her, too, if you want. And if Nando is still alive, then you'll have another chance to kill him when he comes to save her, which Is very likely. If he's alive, that is..."

"Exactly," Niko agreed, sounding hopeful.

"Hmm," I pondered on Perez's suggestion for a minute. "Doesn't sound like a bad idea," I mumbled and faced Niko. "Where is she now?"

"Uh," he winced. "There might be a small problem with that?"

"What!" Perez and I blurted simultaneously.

"I sold her."

"Bastardo!"