WURAOLA

FIFTY SEVEN

I stared at Gianni as he slept. I felt so incomplete. Was I being selfish? Was everything going to go back to normal?

I didn't expect it to but I didn't expect Fiore to hate us.

Gianni probably hated me too.

The pictures Gianni had painted of our little Fiore filled the room.

I ran my fingers over the silver pistol on the table. My initials engraved on the side of the gun, a gift from my father.

One I had never used before. Guess that'll be changing today.

I walked out of the room, walking towards the library. It was probably 2A.M. Everyone was asleep. Well, Fiore and Gianni.

Stepping into the library, Kick was lying on my table and grinning at his phone while he kicked his feet like a giddy child and Vince leaned against the wall, legs and arms crossed with an expression of boredom on his face.

Lucia was bound in a chair while her father was beat up in the chair next to her.

"I was informed that you and your men were supposed to watch Miranda. Yes?" I wondered aloud, clearly startling all the three people in the room.

"S-Si" Hunter stuttered and I nodded, walking towards my table. Kick who noticed I was walking towards the table jumped off and stood next to the table.

With a sigh, I sat on the table.

Hunter's eyes were teary as he glanced back and forth from me to his daughter.

It was almost liberating. I almost imagined it was the feeling a serial killer got when he made his first killing.

"So tell me why Vince here mentioned that Miranda had taken both of them to a basement in her house" I shrugged and glanced at Lucia who still seemed innocent in all of this.

I was still suspicious of her. After all, it was her father who was responsible for all this.

"Capo, Let her go and I'll tell you" Hunters voice shook and I laughed, shaking my head. Not because it was funny. No.

"Last time I checked, you weren't and still aren't in the position to make demands. If you tell me, I might just ensure that Gianni cuts your little bambina up and sells her organ on the black market" I wasn't joking and he could see that I wasn't.

He nodded furiously, ready to save his daughter by all means necessary.

"I'd rather we went straight to the point. You mentioned that Miranda did not leave her house and no one came in. So, tell me how our girl mentioned that she was involved in this kidnapping"

"Capo...ple-"

"Answer me!" I yelled! My anger was asking me to pull the trigger. However, I needed answers.

"It was Miranda's plan. She-she told me that it she...that s-she she'd let me take my daughter. My little butterfly. I had to. Miranda's basement has another exit. Like a tunnel, in the greenery behind her home. When we got your woman and her bodyguard..." he trailed off with a sigh, glancing at his daughter.

"When we got them, we got off at a highway that led into the tunnel. It was the only way they'd go in undetected. She also called the girl's brother...she said she'd let him pick her up when she finished with her" he spoke, eyes darting from me to his daughter.

I wanted to hurt her the way Wura had been hurt but she was an innocent.

So was our Fiore!

She stared at her father like she didn't know who he was. Like she couldn't believe what he'd said.

"Papa!" She cried in disgust. It was apparent that she didn't know what her father's job was. Pity.

"I did it for you, little bird" he tried to reach towards the girl but of course, his confinement wouldn't let him.

"So you're telling me..." I trailed off, holding a finger up and staring at the red rug to piece the implication of his words together.

"That the reason my girl wasn't found was because...she was taken in through an underground entrance?" I picked my words carefully. I had never felt so angry before.

Not only had he broken Gianni's trust, he turned us into fools.

"Take the girl out of my sight" I grunted out. Kick nodded and untied the girl. I sat on the table, legs crossed.

I sat, swinging my legs back and forth as I stared at the man who broke down, crying and begging for his life.

"Gianni certainly made a mistake keeping you alive. I won't make the same mistake, Hunter." I told him, fixing the silencer into my gun.

"I might not be as merciful as Gianni..." I tilted my head, smiling at him.

He shook his head violently, blubbering and begging for mercy.

"But I'm certainly not as ruthless. I'll make this quick" Pointing the gun at him, I pulled the trigger. The silver bullet lodged itself right above his forehead expertly.

I gave myself a pat on the back.

His blood dripped on the floor, matching the rug perfectly. Didn't mean I'd keep it. Gianni and Wura would smell it.

Maybe I failed at protecting the people I loved before. I hurt Gianni and I couldn't protect Fiore either.

I promised myself that I'd only do better.

If they'd let me.

Sorry it's a late update! My seasonal depression is back. I hate it here. ✨🌻✨

Good news is...my website is a work in progress. I'm hoping to have it up by March-April? Idk.
I'm a mess rn.

Wuraola doesn't speak Italian. She's been living with men who speak Italian for months and she's picked up a few words and phrases.

And yes, just because you ask me to change something in my book because you don't like it...I will not change it.

As Nigerians say, problem no dey finish (problems are never ending). Take a chill pill, hun. Don't give yourself a heart attack.
-Aduke💛