Meeting Merciless again.

Three years later...

I walk into the club at night, nodding that the bouncers who paid their respects to me. The place is lit and filled as it should be with the loud booming sounds echoing through my ears. Everyone around me and my guards are dancing and gyrating their bodies against each other but I pay no attention to them as I walk by, my clear destination is heading towards that black door that is far within my sights. 

One of my men opens the door for me and a man with blonde hair approached me and bows his head slightly and I nod in response. On a normal day, I would be smiling with Frederico, my second-in-command but tonight was not a night for pleasantries and he knew it. "Where is he?"

Frederico tipped his chin to the direction of our prisoner and takes a step back. I grab the chair that is offered to me and then I sit opposite my prisoner. "Emiliano, you have some explaining to do. Where is my money?"

My prisoner tries to open his swollen eyes as his whole face is a bloody mess. He used to be my manager handling this club but I just learnt that he has been stealing from me.

No one cheats me. No one.

His lips tremble as tears leak out of his eyes. "Capo...I-I didn't steal from you, I swear!"

"Well...That's not what the account books are saying, Emi." He is at his limit, seems to me like he just held on so he could give his last chance in convincing me to spare his life. "Last chance to say the truth."

"Please have mercy. It was a mistake.." He pleads with me, admitting his crime and finalizing his death sentence. 

I get up from my seat since my work here is obviously done and turn to Frederico instead. "You take care of him and get me back my money."

As I open the door and leave the soundproof room, Frederico comes after me a few seconds later with my phone. "Capo, I just got a new message from administration. You need to go see this."

I reach out and take the phone from him as I stare at the message. As I look up to see that it is the Underboss who sent me this little mission, I resist the urge to swear but I fail badly. "Ma che cazzo! He knows I don't like doing stuff like this. Why didn't he reach out to the other Capos?"

Frederico shrugged lightly. "Because we are the ones closest to the location. If you don't want to, I can go instead-"

I raise my hand to stop him. As much as I want to relax right now, this club is the last place I want to be right now. "Never mind, I will go myself. You should stay here and complete the task I gave you."

My second-in-command bows his head in response and returns to the room while I drive out to the location that he sent me with some of my men. I step down from the car and bring out my favourite gun that is tucked under my shirt, Colt M1911 and I walk forward. 

It doesn't take my men too much time to get rid of the first line of defense so I stay at the back and let them do their job. When I see a familiar tattoo on their wrists, I finally realize the true reason why the Underboss sent me here. 

The people who stole our shipment is none others than the Californian War Lords. 

I say to the person who I suspect is the captain in charge. "Where are my goods?"

The place is dead silent with several men pointing their weapons at each other and this person doesn't respond. It only gives me more reason to be the first person to shoot but my finger which is stationed at the trigger trembles when I watch someone walk forward from the other side. 

Dante "Merciless" D'Angelo. 

I can't fucking believe my eyes right now. He looks at me with the same shock that I am feeling right now and says to me. "Marcella...what are you doing here?"

"Where are my goods?" I repeat the question again, unwilling to even say his name from my lips. I refuse to call the name of the man who betrayed me and our child.

Dante signals his men to lower their weapons as he walks forward in my direction, stopping only a few feet away from me. I force myself not to retreat but meet his gaze head on as I order my men to move back. He looks at me silently as if he is contemplating something and finally says to me. "How is our child?"

I could tell that he had that question at his mind for a while with the expectant glint in his eyes. But I want to hurt him. I want to hurt him badly just as he did the same to me years ago when he walked out of our lives. "What child are you talking about? You mean, the one I aborted back then?"

His eyes widens with shock and disbelief from my words. He tells me with a strained voice. "You are lying, Marcella."

I raise my eyebrows. Yes, I am but I am going to make sure he doesn't doubt me. I don't want him in my life or my son's. "Am I? I don't understand why you are looking so shocked about it, I warned you that it will happen."

Something about my words must have utterly convinced him because Dante clenches his fists as he tries to restrain himself but I can tell that he is losing control. Because I can even blink, he raises his gun and shoots the person behind me. 

I hear the sound of the gunshot as the person drops on the ground and my eyes widens...