No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 11

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I spit out, glaring at the trembling man standing before me.

"N-no Don," he stutters, "At least half of our gear is gone," he says, his eyes darting anywhere but mine.

"And how did this happen?" I ask in a scathing tone, my hand forming a fist on my desk.

I woke up this morning to the news that our new estate had been raided, with every room gone through and ransacked.

More than half of our new shipment has been taken, costing us thousand of dollars.

And to make it worse? The cameras were empty, no one seen coming in or out of the property.

"None of the doors were broken, or the windows, the cameras were blanked and there was so disturbance outside the property," Alessio says from where he's sitting on the couch in my office. "Meaning it was planned and by someone who has inside knowledge of the property,"

"We're looking through the cameras to find who it is Don," the man says.

"They've been blanked you fucking idiot," I snap, his body practically jumping out of his skin at my tone.

"Just leave before I lose my temper," I say to the man, running a hand down my face as he stutters a "yes" and hurriedly exits the room.

"How the fuck did this happen?" I groan, looking at Alessio as he sighs.

"I've looked over the blueprint of the property a thousand times, there's no entrances that are on it which have any signs of a break in," he says.

"So what? It was a fucking ghost?" I snap,

"Take a guess at who it could've been," he says in a dry tone.

I narrow my eyes at him before I groan.

Anastasia Mancini.

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I hear a knock on my office door and look up from my laptop, "Come in," I order. The door opens to reveal one of my guards, all colour draining from his face as his eyes meet mine.

I can't help but roll my eyes as he stumbles over his words, the stupid man practically shitting himself. His eyes fall from mine as I grow impatient. "Spit it out," I snap, my gaze hardening as I look at the incompetent man, getting sick of the idiots who work for me.

First the idiot this morning, and now this one.

"Th-there's a message for you Don," he stutters, holding out an envelope for me. I raise my eyebrow and put out my hand, watching as he hurriedly walks to me and hands me the envelope. "You're dismissed," I say in a bored tone, not bothering to look at him as he stutters another "Yes" and rushes out of my office.

I look at the back of the envelope to see Vincenzo De Santis neatly written on it.

I don't recognise the writing and quickly open it, reading the letter.

Vincenzo De Santis,
It is my great sorrow to inform you of a hit on your Mafia. Anastasia Mancini has been targeting you for some time now, and has recently informed me of her plans to now target you and your family.
I tried to discourage her as you have been nothing but good to her and her parents in the past, but alas the poor girl is blinded by rage. She believes that it is your fault her parents are dead, and is consumed with a desire for revenge.
She is the one who has killed your men, and I fear will be the one to kill you too, unless you get her first,
My greatest sorrows,
Leonardo Rossi.

I read the letter over and over again, until the ink is encrypted in my mind, the words replaying

I lean back in my chair and let this information sink in, unsure of how to take it. Her own fucking Grandfather basically just exposed her entire identity. Her identity as The Fiore Mortale.