𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 | 18+

Chapter 13

"I think that's good idea, capo." Roberto, one of my fathers trusted men said.
(Translation: boss)

I sat in the living room talking to my father's people about mafia business. I don't usually do dirty work. However when I came to my hometown, my father asked me to do a few things. I agreed to help him.

He wanted me to take over the power after him. Father is still the capo, but he's coming down soon. I was going to be the next leader of the Martino's Mafia. Nevertheless I'm not sure if that's right decision. I wanted to build a family, even through I can't imagine putting them in danger and life full in violence. I grew up in this lifestyle, so I know the fear.

I didn't really like the fact that these ruthless people were in my house. With the thought that Valentina was alone in her the room. Although I didn't know something would happen.

I had no desire to sit here with these bastards and deal with my father's affairs. However I promised him, and I consistently keep my word.

Santiago had to arrange a few matters in the city related to our client with whom we have a meeting in two days.

"Help!"

When I heard Valentina scream I immediately ran to the kitchen, not knowing exactly what had happened. Although I didn't expect the worst.

As I saw what was happening in front of me, I felt my veins tense with anger. Francesco held his hand on her the throat, and the other was touching her breasts. She looked helpless with her eyes closed, as if she thought no one would help her. His hands rolled up her dress, I quickly ran to him, tearing him away from her and pinning to the wall.

Not thinking completely straight, what I totally regret. I shouted to Valentina, she quickly ran out of the kitchen crying.

Merda.

I gave him a few punches in his face, he looked disgusting, covered in blood and bruises. I brought him to a state where his lips were burst. I called out the rest to take him to the basemant.

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"Who gave you the right to touch her!" I raised my voice, as I stabed him with knife in his knee. He keep screaming in pain, and laugh escaped my mouth.

I wanted to rip off his hands and painfully torture him. Let him suffer as much as possible, so that he would beg. I'm not a violent person, but if someone would dare cross me. They would be regret the day we're born.

I was pissed off, I didn't even recognize myself.

I didn't want to be a heartless monster like my father, become exactly like him. I had the opporunity to see him many times killing and torturing. He didn't do it without a reason, usually if someone betrayed him or didn't pay the debt. People knew to not challenge him, but there were those who had balls for it.

I hated myself who I became while torturing people, even though I can't help it. I hoped that Valentina will never have the chance to see me in this state.

It would destroyed her innocence.

I don't care how my father will reacts to the fact that I will kill Francesco. He knew it well that he shouldn't tease my patience, and break the rules.

At the thought of him touching Valentina make me clench my fists in hands. I can fell my blood starting to boil.

Now all I want is to comfort her, say that she doesn't have to be afraid anymore. Cazzo I didn't know if it was a good idea, maybe she would rather be alone now.
(Translation: fuck)

She probably hates me now.

In front of my eyes I have the image of her terrified face. She looked so lost. One by one, I began to rip off his nails, causing a horrible noise to come out of his mouth.

"Answer me!" I gritted my teeth. As soon I saw his eyes, there were full with horror and that gave me satisfaction. Seeing people groaning in pain, begging for my mercy.

"I-I'm s-sorry I-I didn't know s-she was yours, I s-swear!" The tears were running down his face.

"I-I beg you p-please stop!" He gasped.

"Did you stop, when she begged you?!" I grabbed the knife in my hand and began to tear pieces of skin from his body. He kept fidgeting and screaming in pain, yet I totally didn't care. His screams were melody to my ears.

His clothes were covered with blood and ripped off. When he was practically unrecognizable, I poured fuel on him. Then I took the lighter out of my pocket, and throw it on the floor, setting him on fire.

I completely didn't feel anything. I didn't feel sorry for him. He deserved it.

It's not the first time when I lose control. I take a few breaths with narrowed eyelids trying to control the beast inside me.

I tortured him for w couple of hours. I told the rest to clean up this mess, and I went clean up to the bathroom.

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I looked at my reflection in the mirror, covered in blood around my entire body. I didn't want Santiago or Valentina to see me like this. I got into the shower, cold water was running down my body, slowly the blood was disappearing. I take a towel and wrap it around my hips.

Heading towards my bedroom. I pass by Valentina's room, all the memories come back to me. I cleanched my jaw fighting with myself as my body started to burn.

I guess now she doesn't want to see me, I shouted harashly at her. I won't be suprised if she would yell, and tells me to leave.

I enter her room, seeing her peacefuly lying on the bed. I approach her carefully, her eyes were closed, but she was awake. The cheeks were dried with tears, her plump lips swollen. Even though she still looked beautiful, cosi fotyutsmente perffetto.
(Translation: so fucking perfect)

Her silky brown hair brushed over her shoulders. I feel that she knows that I'm here, but she pretended to be asleep. Bending down I kissed her forehead gently, I'm sure I will be regret doing this later, giving her mixed signals. But I can't help it.

"Mi dispiace così tanto piccola. Non permetterò mai a nessuno di ferirti di nuovo. Lo prometto." I stroked her cheek with my thumb.
(Translation: I'm so sorry it happened to you, darling. I will never let anyone hurt you again. I promise)

Right after that, I leave the room and make a phone call to my father to tell him what happened.

"Padre, I killed Francesco." I hear him take a deep breath, and immediately I know he's furious.
(Translation: Father)

"Che cazzo ha fatto guesta volta." It's not the first time since Francesco has screwed up. Although this one gone too far.
(Translation: what the fuck did he do this time)

"I will explain everything to you when we'll meet, but you know. I didn't do it without a good reason." I tell him, as I ran my fingers through my dark hair.

"Take care figlio." He replied shortly.
(Translation: son)

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