Chapter Fifty Nine

She knew he would not and when he jumped to his feet pulling his gun she shot him dead without blinking,

‘Metti giù le tue pistole’ [Put down your guns]

It had all happened so fast his men had not reacted and her men pointed their guns, they did as she asked, they were all married men with children and they wanted to go home to their families.

Juliette looked at the dead man, this one had been easy, he was so predictable she had been armed and ready that was why she had chosen him as the first. The rest would not be so easy, she clicked the safety on her gun and turned to Gino her number two,

Pulisci qui e poi smaltisci la sua famiglia' [Clean up here then dispose of his family]

It was the Mafia way, she walked back out to her motorbike without once glancing back, she had just condemned a woman and two teenagers to their deaths but did not give it a second thought, Throwing her leg over the powerful machine she headed out into the night followed by her men. It had not been difficult to stand in her Father’s shoes, when his men saw her they had accepted her instantly, only his true heir could have that exact shade of eyes. She had proved herself to, apart from falling in love with that rat from the ‘other side’, Romero was the son of their deadliest enemies not that either of them knew.

They had been born outside of the family, they knew little of their heritage only about their immediate parents. Their families had been at war for so long they had forgotten what they hated each other for but each generation was fed the hate from birth so the killing continued. Their parents had been the spoilt youngest children of each family who had met by chance not knowing who the other was. A true life Romeo and Juliet’s according to Juliette’s Mother who had tried to tell her daughter their history.

Juliette did not care about any of it, at that moment all she cared about was revenge, the Mafia had taken everything from her and now she was going to destroy it.

She had learned to ride a motorbike while in the USA, Enzo had taught her because she had bugged him until he did and as she rode through the night to her next target she was pleased that he had.

Returning to her villa as the sun came up she was exhausted, parking the bike she thanked her men and ran up the stairs to her room. Stripping off she stood under the shower closing her eyes as the hot water washed away the blood. She was not hurt and only four of her men had caught bullets none of them hurt seriously not so the three Dons she had taken on. The second had tried to retaliate the minute she made her demands, he and half a dozen of his men now lay dead, the third had been a bloodbath. As soon as she entered his club the shooting started and quite a few innocent people had been caught in the crossfire, the Don and most of his men were dead. This was where her four men had been shot as they fought and killed the other Guards, she had no idea how many had died, leaving her men to ‘clean up’ as was the Mafia way. They had rounded up all those still alive and taken them out to a safe place then they had torched the club with the dead men inside. The police would know it was a Mafia incident and nothing would be said, the Mafia Council saw to that, the Family policed itself.

Carlotta stood in Romero’ office,

‘Che cosa hai intenzione di fare?’ [What are you going to do?]

She asked him running her hands through her dark, chocolate brown hair, she may have been forty but she was still a beautiful woman and looked after herself. She was wearing an tight short skirt that showed off her long legs and a matching jacket that strained across her ample cleavage, added to that killer four inch heels, silk stockings and no underwear. Her hair was loose hanging almost to her waist in glossy waves and her make up was flawless even at this early hour. Romero glared at her, she did not appeal to him at all, he disliked her intensely mostly because she had kept Juliette away from him. Her interference had prevented him getting what he wanted, if it was not for her Juliette would have been his wife by now and not tearing the Mafia apart.

Sto lavorando a un piano’ [I am working on a plan]

He sneered at her and she snapped back instantly,

‘Quindi lavora un po 'più velocemente, nel caso in cui non hai notato che persone innocenti stanno morendo’ [Then work a little fucking faster, in case you haven’t noticed innocent people are dying]

Romero clenched his fists, he never hit women, unless it was during sex and they wanted it, but he was going to make an exception for Carlotta. She had come to him this morning on the pretext of her concern for Juliette but she had quickly made it clear her real reason. She had deliberately dropped her purse and bent over to pick it up so he could see she wanted him. She had always wanted him, it was not the first time she had offered herself and he had refused every single time, she had been so jealous when he showed an interest in Juliette. This was how she repaid her friend, trying to seduce the man she loved but Romero had long acknowledged that he loved Juliette and no matter what it took he would make her see that and marry her. Now he gritted his teeth,

‘Vattene, Carlotta o te ne pentirai’ [Leave, Carlotta or you will regret it]

He snarled at her only just retaining his temper and she made a huge mistake, she thought she had a chance with him she could see his cock was straining against his jeans.

‘Dai piccola, lascia che io faccia qualcosa al riguardo per te’ [Come on baby, let me do something about that for you]