30 ~ The Devil's Dark Side

Brinda 

I held onto the briefcase in my right hand like my life depended on it as I moved around the people finding their way to their different destinations on the streets. 

The past few days of my life have been nothing but hell. Francesco wouldn't control the devil inside him and I had been a pawn to his dark side. All he did was to punish me just for trying to seduce him. 

I am bothered with two things though. One, he hasn't asked for the crypt key nor has he taken a step that is hideous because I have kept my eyes on him the whole fucking time. Two, there has been no attack or signs of Marshall even while I tried to track him down. 

Where could he be hiding? 

I glanced at the timer in my head. Just five minutes left. I have to deliver the goods in the briefcase and leave the area quickly. 

As I turned to the street on the left, I was greeted by the faint smell of alcohol that rented the air but I kept a straight face and remained vigilant. 

I noticed a bungalow with a red door as Francesco had informed me. I darted towards it like I was being pursued. I knocked on the door for some time before there was a response from the inside. 

A few minutes later, a man's head popped behind the slightly opened door. “What do you want, woman?” 

“F.B 248.” I replied to him. 

He stretched his neck further outside before he fully opened the door and let me in. Stepping into the house, the sight was disgusting — My stomach literally convulsed. 

“Take me to your leader.” I ordered the man who was still locking the door after I looked away from the couples or whatever they were involved in — Sexual activities to be precise. 

“Follow me,” the man replied and led me to a shadowy room. A figure was seated at the far end of the room. His voice came out hard as he greeted me and told me to drop the briefcase on the table. 

The man who led me in was commanded to confirm the package while the figure kept smoking heavily. “All set.” The man announced and the figure laughed wholeheartedly. 

“Dante never misses a step. Nice!” His voice echoed through the walls of the room. The man opened a locker a few steps from where I was and handed a briefcase to me. 

My gaze was fixed on him while I checked if the money was complete. Seeing that it was, I left without a word. As I exited the house, my legs willed faster and faster away from the streets. 

I couldn't afford to be crossed, at least not when I'm with such a huge amount of money and when I have no details of Marshall.

I stopped a taxi and went back to the Dante family's mansion. Getting into the building, I was welcomed by the lurking eyes of Francesco's men. 

“The Don wants to see you. He is in his room upstairs.” One of them said jokingly. 

I climbed the stairs quickly and knocked at Francesco’s door but there was no response. I believe it could be one of his ways of testing me again which he had done several times over the past few days. 

As the door creaked open, I saw a lady in between Francesco's thighs while he sat on the bed with a naked butt. The lady was none other than Bullet. She was sucking him off again. 

Francesco is a whore. A typical bastard!

“Make me cum, Bullet. Pull the trigger in me. I'm loving this!” He cried in pleasure while Bullet continued to massage his dick with her right hand, rubbed his balls with her left and her mouth circled the tip of his manhood. 

With a final grunt from Francesco, he emptied his seeds into Bullet's mouth who gulped it all the way down her throat while she choked a little. 

“Welcome to the party, Brinda.” Francesco called after he rode out of pleasure. 

It's now Brinda? Not even ‘Damsel’?

I snapped out of my thoughts and told him that his men said he wanted to see me. Bullet stood from in between his thighs and stepped backward making sure to avoid eye contact with me. Though, she was pretty much comfortable with what she just did. 

Francesco stood from the bed, his manhood dangling left and right. The pink tip still had sperm on it. He slowly pulled his pants up while he locked his eyes on mine. He added a wink after. 

If only I could kill him right now. 

I can't be more pained. I haven't given him the shards of glass for the past few days as I had used it all and I haven't found a perfect time to grind more. 

“Yes,” he said before he sank to the black sofa on his right. “You have a new mission. This time it's going to be you and Bullet. If you can't fulfill this mission, we will all die.” 

“Why will we all die? I am not the one who committed a crime, right?” I asked him.

“Laughing out loud. Are you a fool? I expected you to be much smarter. We are together already. Whatever happens to me, you will also share part of it. Moreover, we live or both die.” He said without a trait of humanity left in him. 

“Yes, Don.” I retorted and kept my gaze down like a puppet which I wasn't. 

“What is the new mission, Don?” Bullet finally spoke up. 

“Liam Parker. Fifty-six years old. Marshall's associates. He is lodged in Satellite hotel, room number thirty two. That's the target. Kill him!” Francesco ordered. 

“Francesco… We should also stay low just like Marshall. We do not even know where he is. Imagine killing one of his underlings and causing trouble again. We better remain calm and attack later.” I confronted him. 

I just felt that urge. Something isn't right. We should not be impatient and cause some trouble for ourselves. 

“Things are always calm before a storm. I know Marshall well… You do not know him. He is cunning, smart and intelligent. As we speak, we do not know what he has planned. Before he can do anything, I will eliminate all his sources.” 

“Francesco…” My voice turned low. “I don't have a good feeling about this. We can't take any risk.” 

“Just like you listen to me, right?” He stood up from the sofa and rolled his eyes at me. “You are still not changing despite my efforts. I want the real YOU back. Can't you think? Or did you lose your sense after your mother's death? You do not know Marshall at all. The only side of him that you know was the side he revealed to you. He was my childhood friend…” Francesco lashed out, his words spiralling out of control. 

“Childhood friend?” I gasped. 

Francesco and Marshall knew each other? Did they both plan to make me a fool? What is happening?