Demionos Mortales De la Mafia- Part 1

Part 1: People get ready

Val's P.O.V.

I got up to find Dante wasn't in bed. I slipped into his shirt lying on the floor, and I walked through down the white halls to the living area to see him shouting down the phone.

"Prepare il fottuto Aereo" (Just get the fucking plane ready) he shouts, and when Dante shouts in Italian, you know he is mad. I walk up to him.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Arrivederci!" (Bye!) he barks, throwing the phone towards the brown couch.

"The Jamaicans raided our warehouse. Luckily they all died before they could take anything..." he says, rubbing his hands through his hair.

"..... but we have to go home and pack a case for leaving to Jamaica in 5 hours" he smiles lightly, and I nod. These bastards played with the wrong people; I see in Dante's eyes the anger and frustration.

"Sure, I'll get changed now, and then we can leave" I smile, and he nods. Hugging me tightly and kissing my head, running my back in a way to calm himself.

"I need to find Enzo; I'll see you in a bit" he smiles and then leaves. I pick up his phone, seeing all the messages from his men about the crates at the warehouse, switching it off. I went back to our room, grabbed my and Dante's clothes off the floor and packed them into the suitcase. I went for a shower before I packed the clothes I was wearing. I quickly shoved on some leggings and Dante's jumper before I packed away the rest of his clothes. I quickly grabbed our shower gels and toothbrushes before zipping up the suitcase. I left the suitcase by the couch and went to Cenia's room.

"Cenia, we have to lea-" I say, walking in, but then I see a sight I did not EVER want to see.

"Oh my Gosh. Put some clothes on," I shout, and I see Cenia stark naked with an unknown man trying to get his pants on

"Excuse me", the blacked hair man smiled lightly, trying to make his way towards the door, and I quickly moved out the way so he could leave.

"We have to leave Cenia. So hurry up," I laugh, and she wiggles her eyebrows. Laughing at me as I cover my eyes with my hand.

"Fine, but did you and Dante do it last night?" she smirks as she puts on a PJ shirt.

"No, we had an intruder who ruined the moment, unfortunately," I smiled lightly, still saddened by the mood that was ruined last night.

"Oh, Okay. I need a shower. Will you pack my case for me per favore" (Please) she smiled playfully; she knows I'll say yes.

"Of course", I smile, and then I start rushing around to get her stuff. After about 20 minutes, we were ready to go. I walked back to mine and Dante's room to see him frantically running around.

"What's wrong?" I ask, and he looks at me, anger and frustration through his face.

"I can't find my watch," he says, stressed, and I go into my purse, and I bring it out. Shaking the silver watch in front of him.

"I knew you left it lying. So I picked it up" I smile, and I put it on his wrist. Stroking his hand.

"Stop stressing. Everyone is ready to go. Come on," I say, taking his hand in mine. We left the hotel and went straight to the airport. We all quickly boarded the plane, and the aircraft left straight away. Soon as it took off, it landed in Italy.

"Yes, What do you mean our best spy girl is ill? No, that's not good enough!" Dante shouts down the phone as we enter the limo to return to the house.

"Fanculo" (Fuck) he screams, turning off his phone.

"Our best spy is ill really badly; we need a new one", Dante states as he looks between all 5 of us. Luckily he just so happens to know the Spanish Mafia who had the best spy in the world. I smile at him, and he looks at me, confused.