Her Mafia Lord

Chapter Ninety EightAll content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Buddy and Amore had relocated to Mexico, in a bid to get a perfect plan ready for the election. Amore knew that by all means possible, he needed to win this election. Despite concealing Buddy in the dark, he knew the moment he would be elected as President, he would take over the table once again.

While they sat in silence, watching the daily news, a loud sound shook the foundation of the building and it forced everyone to go down on their knees. Amore rushed towards the window to check what was happening. He stared in disbelief as the soldiers guarding the gates laid dead in the pool of their own blood.

“What in the world is happening?” Buddy asked as fear slowly crept into his skin as well.

“I have no idea. But we need to get out of here at once.” While he attempted to use the back door, a group of men burst through the door, leaving Amore going to the floor. The moment he looked up, he was horrified as his step brother came into the room.

“Hello there brother.” Giovanni said with a smile.

“You must be out of your mind, barging into this place like this.” Buddy interrupted and got a nerve cracking slap to the cheek by one of Giovanni’s men.

“How did you find us?” Amore asked as Giovanni, casually walked to the couch and grabbed a seat. He pulled out a ciger from his pocket and lite it up, blowing the smoke into the air.

“You seem to forget one thing brother, this isn’t New York city where you could easily hide and I would not trace you, this is Mexico; the home to the elite and being the head of the table, I have my eyes and ears around this country.” Amore looked around the room, hoping there could be any means to get out, but none was available.

“For staters, I came to inform you that Bianca, Alonso and my daughter are back in my care.” Amore gasped, hearing those words.

“You won’t dare take her away from me. She doesn’t love you, she sees you as a weakling.” Amore yelled out. Giovanni got up from the couch and pulled out a gun from his pocket and aimed it at Amore.

“Why don’t you let her decide herself.” Amore closed his eyes as the trigger was pulled. Slowly his heart pounded as he believed he had been shot, but was surprised to realize he was still breathing. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see the gun had gone off on Buddy.

“I told you how it would end from the beginning brother. You have been a menace to me, the table and to my family. You got so consumed by your quest for power and desire for Bianca that pushed you into doing several abominable things.” Giovanni slowly walked closer to him and leaned down to his level “But right now, your time is up. You cannot stop the Elite. Tina will win the election solely and I am already the head of the table, which leaves you with nothing.” Amore stared down at his brother and knew that he spoke nothing but fact. Everything he had at the back of his head had been flipped to his disadvantage.

“So what are you going to do now, kill me?” Giovanni chuckled and got up to his feet. “I won’t be so wicked to kill my brother. I want to watch you suffer misrably, I want you to see how pain looks like. This is why I already have Ronson bringing Interpol to Mexico. You would be arrested and the moment Tina is president, you will get to know the true essence of hell.” Giovanni spoke the last word in disdain.

He turned around and was about to leave, upon hearing the siren of the police, when Amore called back to him and forcing him to stop right on his track.

“I will be back to give you hell.” Amore said with rage.

“I don’t think that would ever happen.” Giovanni said, smiling in satisfaction, before leaving the mansion. Right as he stepped out of the mansion, the police cars came to a halt as they all rushed inside the mansion.

Giovanni leaned on his car as he watched the men cater Amore away in their van and in that moment, he knew that the long epic war with his step brother was over.

Months Later

Bianca sat on her comfortable window seat, watching the bright white moon lighting up the midnight sky and a slant of light which lit up part of her room. A warm air swept across the room which caused the double doors to rattle, making her wraps her Persian shawl closer around herself. She couldn’t sleep and after lying in bed wide awake for the past two hours, she had finally got up.

The thoughts of the things that had gone down in her life over the years kept hitting her like a brick. From having to be taken by the most ruthless mafia boss, to being his wife, to even being in the claws of Amore.

There was no explanation as to how peaceful she felt at the moment. Finally being in the arms of the one she loved, the one she cherished and above all even her son and daughter were safe.

Giovanni had brought intimacy to a whole new level, the evening prior. He had made her dreams of having a wonderful home a reality. The road was tough but in the end, they had been able to conquer.

The door opened and her beloved darling was standing right before her shirtless, with only a towel tied to his waist.

Bianca would never get enough of his enticing body; he was perhaps the definition of the art crafted by Picasso himself.

“You know, you should stop looking at me like that” His husky voice brought her back to reality. Bianca didn’t know she had been staring for way too long.

“Sorry babe, its just that I couldn’t fathom how lucky I am with you all the while. Its like the feeling is on a whole new level again” Giovanni on the other hand chuckled and approached his wardrobe, where he had kept his pyjamas, before having to take his shower.

“I understand how you feel babe, trust me the feeling is totally mutual from my end” Once he was done wearing his pyjamas, he approached the bed and laid beside her.

“So what is going to happen to Amore right now?” Bianca asked the one nagging question that had been bothering her mind for quite a while now.

“You shouldn’t bother yourself about Amore anymore. With Tina still the president, he would not escape from prison” He pulled her to his chest and caress her hair.

“Even if he does escape out of prison, I would have the boys finish him in the most sadistic ways possible” His words were like a still water unto his soul, they were refreshing to hear.

“About the table….” Bianca was about making a statement, when Giovanni shushed her up with his hands placed on her lips.

“Don’t you worry about the table, I am the legitimate head of the table and that alone shows my prowess for the rest of the time to come… Why don’t we just lay down and sleep, tomorrow will be a long trip to Mexico”

Bianca couldn’t wait for the trip herself, tomorrow she would be watching as Giovanni is reinstated back to the table and nothing would be more satisfying to watch.

***

The waves crashed relentlessly on the jagged black rocks in the middle of the northern Atlantic Ocean, a thin layer of ice covering any surface out of the water’s reach. The private jet managed to land safely on the Mexican asphalt pad even though the wind had picked up and seemed to be the start of a violent storm.

Lucifer, watched as the door of the jet opened, revealing the one man he had risked his life for many years, step down to the floor.

He had the boys stationed on each side of the car as Giovanni and Bianca made their way out of the jet and towards the car.

“I must say its good to see that you are adding weight now mi lady” Lucifer commented on the appearance of Bianca first, who smiled and rushed to hug him tightly.

“Thank you very much for all you do Lucifer, I can never stop being grateful” Lucifer chuckled and released himself from the hug and turned his attention to Giovanni, who had waited patiently for the duo to have their moments.

“Everything ready I presume?” Giovanni asked.

“As things should be boss” Lucifer replied with a knowing smile, with Giovanni reciprocating one of his own, before heading into the car with Bianca.

The penthouse had indeed gone through so many renovation, one that Giovanni was grateful about for coming to reality.

So many cars were parked as their own cars pulled over. It was a clear indication that everyone still abide by the rules.

The door was opened and Giovanni held Bianca’s hand as the boys walked in their front as guide towards the round table.

After passing through the hallway, which now had a picture of the so many men that had rule the Elites family, they all came to a stop at the big door and before it was opened, Giovanni took one last glance at the picture of his father Marco and smiled in content, knowing that wherever his father was at the moment, he would be proud of him.

The door opened and the entire people at the table stood up as a sign of respect for their leader, as Giovanni made his way to the big chair.

They all took their seat, the moment he sat down. He looked from left to right and forth again, happy to see the people, who had been of great importance to his life.

He had informed everyone that a special toast will be done in accordance with the custom, when a change has occurred in the table and so, he was given his own glass cup as everyone else had theirs with them.

After the expensive Hennessey wine was poured into the cup, he raised it up to the air and others did the same also and he said:

“A toast to a new dispensation, a dispensation that knows no trouble, a dispensation that would see love being the ultimate force in this family” and with that, the all made the toast and everyone took of the cup.

Giovanni turned to look at Bianca, with the latter already staring at him and he said in a low tone to only her hearing alone;

“With you by my side, we will rule this table and conquer the world together….. I love you” Bianca smiled and in return asserted.

“I love you too”