𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 | 18+

Chapter 49

Lorenzo

I sat in the car thoughtfully. On the way I could easily change my shirt, which I stained with the blood of a traitor, whose name had disappeared from this world forever.

Nevertheless something was bothering me. The closer we got to the goal, the more I felt inner uneasiness. Antonio parked in a designated area in front of the building.

"Check the grounds." I ordered and jumped out of the car myself, as if it was on fire behind me. I took the gun out of it's holster, and did my driver. He stayed outside while I ran into the wooden house.

"Marcelo!" I shouted. There was a deafening silence.

"Valentina!" Nothing again. I quickly headed upstairs, where I had left her recently. The door was open and I pushed them gently.

Heart if you could call it something that's beating in my chest, it blew up with a big fucking bang. And I failed again. Giovanni body is laying on the floor in a stain of red blood.

A small gun was laying in the corner of the bedroom. It was Valentina. I knew she had it with her, and I don't know where she got it from, nonetheless if it made her feel safer, I let her have it.

I walked slowly over to the gun and picked it up. I checked the magazine, she fired three rounds. Then I approached the body, yanked it to knock it over onto my back. Three gunshot wounds to the chest, that means she only fired at him.

The question is, how the fuck did he manage to get all the way here, to the bedroom where my woman was. Where the fuck are they?

"It's clear, boss." Rocco's voice in the bedroom doorway caught my attention for a moment.

"There's only a small problem, Mattia and Roger have collapsed underground. There's no communication with them."

"How the fuck did he break into my house!" I growled under my breath.

"Get in touch with Armando. He has to be on standby and he has to get the fucking whole squad on his feet." I ordered and pulled out my cell phone.

I dialed Marcelo's number, I hope he didn't give a fuck up because I'm gonna tear his head off. Each signal was like a bomb ticking. Every second without it brought me closer to self-destruction. I fucked it up, fucked it up completely. Nobody is to blame for it, nobody but me.

"Pick up you motherfucker!" I shouted.

"Hello Lorenzo." Finally Marcelo voice echoed in the receiver.

"You've lost something again." He teased himself. His words hit me like a concrete left hook. If I hadn't been standing firmly on my feet, I'd be already lying next to Giovanni fucking corpse on the floor.

"What the fuck is going on? Where's Valentina?" I hissed. He snorted a derisive insincere laugh. Fury flooded every cell in my body.

"If you hurt her..." I started.

"Give it up." He interrupted me suddenly.

"Since you're calling, you have probably already seen Giovanni." He chucked.

"What the fuck are you doing Marcelo?!" I questioned him. All I wanted now is to tear him for betraying me.

"You've something that should have been mine for a long time." He says and I feel my blood staring to boil.

"What do you want?" I asked on the exhalation. For the first time in a long time, I got lost in it all. I don't know what happened, and I don't know what was driving hum who had been my friend, my right hand, my fucking brother from time immemorial. I didn't understand any of it, and I hated it more.