"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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Everyone knows what happens within the first twenty-four hours of a disappearance in the mafia. Time was ticking and if I wanted Giovanni back, I needed to squeeze out as much information as I could from Dante in as little time as possible.
Taking a few steps toward Dante, my gaze was hard. Deep down I knew he was nothing but a weak boy, always ready to do what his father asked. It was the only reason Tino would never turn his estate over to his only son. For as long as Tino was alive, Dante could only accept the large allowance his father paid him every month. Dante could try and try and try and try, but no matter what he does, Tino would never look at him as anything but a burden.
I glanced over at little red. She softly placed her fork down on her plate, her eyes never leaving the gun in my hand. The girl looked more worried than Dante was.
On the other hand, Dante was unfazed, probably because he's seen the barrel of a gun more times than he's seen an empty wallet. He knew that he was untouchable because his father was one for revenge. And when Tino wanted vengeance, he would stop at nothing to get it.
I palmed my face as I shook my head back and forth, slowly lowering the gun. "What am I thinking? Tino would kill me," I muttered. Dante leaned farther back in his chair, a smug look on his face.
"Leave now and my father won't ever have to hear about this," Dante said.
Harming Tino's precious son was basically asking for war. However, little did Dante know, I didn't really give a fuck.
Grabbing the knife off of Dante's plate, I slammed it into his thigh, igniting a gasp from little red. He screamed out in distress as he reached out to grasp my hand. Quickly, I pulled the knife from his femur, wiping his blood off on his shirtless body.
"You fucking crazy bitch! My father will fucking kill you!" Dante exclaimed.
"Or..." I smirked. "I'll kill Tino."
"After everything he's done for you. When you were nothing-he helped you! Don't you dare forget that! He made you!" Dante screamed, grasping his leg to try and stop the bleeding. Tears were falling from his eyes and splattering on his stomach.
I grasped Dante by his throat, forcing his eye to meet mine. "No one made me. No one. Now, tell me about Giovanni."
"Fuck you," Dante spat.
"Angel, if I shoot my dear friend Dante in the stomach right here..." I punched him with all of my strength, forcing him to hunch over and spit out blood. "How much time will he have until he bleeds out?"
"It could be anything under five minutes," she answered.
"Hm, five minutes..." I muttered. "I could do a lot of damage in five minutes."
