The Mafia and Her ✔

Chapter 38 - Izan

*TW: verbal and physical abuse*

Izan 

"You watch the tape since I know what's on it. I don't want to relive that day all over again. I'm going to sleep." Vera yawned as she looked at the clock, and her words unsettled me. 

It was almost five in the morning, so I nodded without asking any further questions. I just kissed her forehead, and she headed to our room.

Zulimar, Jose, Juan, and Carlos were in the living room, waiting for me to tell them why they were here so early in the morning. Zulimar looked so tired, so I didn't bother him and kept my voice down. I knew he wasn't going to sleep, but a moment of quietness was appreciated. For all of us.

"Boss, what's so urgent that it couldn't wait another two hours?" Jose asked, yawning like a pig and breaking the silence. Juan slapped the back of his head, sobering him up. He sat properly with a frown.

"We're ending Dexter Amaryllis' life and career before he wakes up today."

Carlos narrowed his eyes. "How?" My brothers hated Dexter's guts before they met my amor. He was mixed up in shady business, but that hate had intensified with time. We all knew death was way too easy for him, so stripping Dexter of everything he valued would be ideal.

I want to see his tears.

I cleared my throat as I prepped the tape on the TV. It was easier than having five men hunched over a small laptop. I didn't want to be squashed by any of them. 

"Vera videotaped Dexter when he was talking shit to her. She told me it guarantees the end of his reputation, hence his career and life." I lowered the volume because I didn't want to disturb her sleep. 

My brothers grew anxious with each passing second.

I hesitated to press play. 

I didn't know if I had it in me not to smash the screen at the sight of his hideous ass.

"That son of a bitch!" Carlos cursed, already forming an idea of what the tape would include, and I sighed. 

I finally started the video, and we all watched Vera set the camera seconds before the door burst open and an angry Dexter stepped in.

He walked closer to his daughter until he was face to face with her. He was oblivious to the camera, falling into her trap, and she just waited for him to speak. 

The look on her face was of utter fear, and I squeezed my knee so hard I saw my knuckles turn white. She was about twenty-one in this video.

Maybe killing him wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

"You fucking stupid whore!" was the first thing he said, and Juan stood up, fuming at her father and his foul language toward his pure daughter."You fuck up at work and cost me a valuable investor!" 

This bitch!

"I'm sorry. It was a mistake," she mumbled, lowering her head. She was shaking, and I felt the need to go up to our room and embrace her, but I had to watch it. If she was able to live through it, I must hold back my fury and see it. 

The way Dexter was standing reminded me of the substitute teacher who raped me, and I cursed, feeling triggered. I didn't need to remember my trauma. It wasn't about me.

"You aren't allowed to make mistakes, you slut. I didn't send you to university so you could fuck everything up for me. What would the world say when they know I have a screw-up of a daughter? You're just a dumb bitch, just like your mother."