Mobster (BWWM)

Chapter 32

Marco.

Things did turn out just as I had suspected. My aunt, Anna, was pushed down the stairs. I told my cousin, Sofia, to get all the footage from the surveillance ready for me and Luca so that we could see them. Aunt Anna was still in a coma. I arrived in Italy a day ago. I have been so busy trying to put the pieces together and gather all the information that I can.

I haven't called Kelly and she didn't call me, either. She called Luca and didn't even bother to call me or ask how I was doing. Before I boarded the plane yesterday, I tried to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head away and didn't even hug or wish me a safe flight nothing. She said that she can't handle the crime life anymore. Well, that was it because I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

That was one of the reasons why I didn't get into a relationship with anyone because I knew that they couldn't handle the crime life and I had no intention of stopping. Kelly was the first woman that I fell for and the fucking last. Our relationship was rocky right now and I had a feeling in my gut that she was planning on leaving me but it was what it was.

I was at a nearby strip club trying to get some information on the man that I saw on the footage lurking around my aunt's property a day before she fell down the stairs.

"What can you tell me about this fucker?" I asked as I shoved the picture of the man that I found on the surveillance footage at Aunt Anna's house to the short skinny stripper that was sitting across from me at the table.

I was told that I could get some information from her.

She motioned to me with her fingers, indicating that she needed money to give me the information that I needed.

I took out 500 Euro from the pocket of my jacket and shoved it across the table to her.

She wrote down the address and location where I could find that fucker.

"He's now working for your father and this one Whitney." She said and then took a deep draw from the cigarette in her hand.

I wasn't surprised one bit. I cleared my throat before sipping the whiskey. "Who the fuck is Whitney?" I demanded in a low tone so that only she could hear me.

"That will be another 500 Euro, pretty boy." She told me.

I took it out and shoved it across the table to her.

"She's from the US. I heard that she was sleeping with your cousin Matteo a year back." She stretched her upper body across the table and uttered to me. "I also heard that she has an estranged daughter. She and your dad were here a few minutes ago."

I slowly nodded at her. That bitch had a daughter. Even better for me if I find whoever her daughter is and torture her until she tells me where her mother is.

"What does this Whitney person look like?" I asked, anxiously.

"Black, petite, light brown eyes, short curly black hair with a tattoo of a butterfly on the left wrist." She said before taking a deep draw and then exhaling.

That description matched the same woman that had blackmailed Margaret into killing Kelly.

"Do you know where I can find Leonardo and that bitch Whitney?" I asked and lit another cigar.

She shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

"Is Romeo here tonight?" Romeo was one of the persons in charge here.

She nodded her response.

"Where can I find him?"

"That will cost you another 500 Euro, pretty boy."