☠️UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 🩸
{SECRETS OF THE DARK}
THEME: sëx AND POWER 🔞
CHAPTER 20🦋21
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
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The loud alarm rang and Mirabella groaned, turning to the other side of the bed. She let out a relieved sigh while rubbing her eyes.
“Gosh,” she muttered and sat up.
Vincenzo stood at the window frame, arms folded while staring at her. He has been like that for a couple of minutes.
“Are you okay?” Mirabella asked, seeing the way he stared at her sternly.
He smirked and walked to the bed.
He held her arms and lifted them a bit, his eyes scanning through them.
“Not gonna speak? Who shot you, Mirabella?” He asked.
“He’s dead!” She muttered and stood up.
She walked over to the wardrobe to put on her dress, when Vincenzo pulled her back by the collar of her shirt.
“Mirabella D’Angelo!” He half yelled and she turned, staring at him.
“What? You’re not expecting me to sit here like an old lady and watch them mess with my father!?” She raised her brows.
“I’m not saying that, but you need to rest. You’re hurt” Vincenzo insisted.
“I will not rest until my father is seen” she retorted and pulled out from his grip.
“Then, I’m going with you and there’s nothing you can do about that,” He said and removed his shirt.
He wore his black jacket and black face mask.
He turned and grabbed the guns on the table, Mirabella stared at him while he arranged himself.
“This is my business, don’t get involved,” She said and he glared at her.
“Shut up and let’s go,” He said and dragged her by the hands, walking out of the room.
They entered into a black Mercedes and drove off speedily.
“Who exactly are we looking for?” Vincenzo asked while driving roughly.
“I don’t know, anyone who can track down my papa”
“Rising Moon Hotel?” He asked and she nodded, while he pulled over and did a U-turn.
“Do you have anyone in mind?” Vincenzo asked, and she bit her lip.
She looked so absent-minded, while she exhaled and leaned on the seat.
“What is it?” He asked but got no response from her.
“What the Fuçk is wrong with you?” He asked one more time but got no response.
He rolled his eyes and pulled off, coming to a quick halt.
“Ahh!” Mirabella gasped out and turned to face him, with widened eyes and a hint of unexpected action.
“Are you not gonna say a Fuçking word? What is wrong with you? I’m dying seeing that face, looking so worried”
He said and she swallowed, not sure why her heartbeat suddenly increased.
“It’s…it’s nothing. Keep driving” She replied and buckled her seat belts.
Vincenzo stared at her with a smirk before turning on the engine.
~ MATRIX COMPANY~
“I do not know the right word to use. I’m deeply sorry about what my father, the president of Matrix Company and groups did to you” Isabella said, referring to a young lady who just gave her testimony.
“Second victim,” Isabella said and another middle-aged woman walked in with her head bowed.
“Did my father also molest you? Abuse you?” Isabella asked, with an evil smirk.
“I’m truly ashamed of myself right now!!”The lady said and started crying out loudly.
“Do you all see the evidence and testimony of the victims!? My father, Mr Leonardo, is a drug dealer, human trafficker!” She said and the shareholders and directors exchanged glances.
Whispers began going on, while Isabella stood at the stage with an evil smile.
“But still on that, we can’t…
“You can’t do what? You can’t make me the future of the Matrix Company? This company needs me, this company is at the edge of crashing down. The loans are getting on the neck of this company” She said, and a budget list came on the big screen TV.
“This!… This is it!” She said, pointing at the screen.
The whispers increased greatly and the room heated up.
“Fine! We will put it into consideration” the head of directors said and Isabella smiled and bowed leaving the stage.
As she walked out of the meeting hall, the workers were staring at her strangely.
“Listen up everyone, I will be the next president of the Matrix Company and groups. Please be on your best behavior” she muttered, walking away.
The workers exhaled and everyone began whispering, it even got louder.
“Oh my goodness! Who the heck does she think she is?” One of the workers asked, looking back.
“What’s happening to the Matrix Company? I can’t believe it’s going down in the blink of an eye” Another chipped in.
“True, I had rumors that Mr Leonardois was involved with drugs and human trafficking!” Another daring one said.
“Gosh, I have to resign. This is becoming annoying and stressful” one of them hissed walking away.
*****
“Not ready to say anything yet?” Vernon asked as he held Valerie’s cheek tight.
“Who sent you in here? For what purpose? To spy on yours?” Vernon asked and Valerie smirked devilishly.
He slapped her cheek hard and blood split out. She looked up with her bloody face and started laughing.
“Seriously? Do you think I’m gonna say a word?” She asked, with a scoff.
Vernon tightened his grip and pouched her twice, he grabbed her hair and started pouching his face without a second break.
“Ughh” she groaned, as blood rushed out of her nose.
“I guess you signed a death wish, bet the devil’s gonna be happy seeing a new member,” He said and she shrugged.
“How am I supposed to know unless I go see for myself?” she mumbled.
“Boss?” One of the bodyguards rushed in.
“What is it?” Vernon asked, turning as he removed his hand gloves.
“The goods have arrived,” The bodyguard said, and Vernon stared at Valerie.
“I will be right back, be a good pet,” Vernon said and patted her hair.
He followed the bodyguard going to the warehouse, the gate opened up as they walked in.
“Let’s lose,” Vernon said, hands tucked into his pocket.
They let loose the truck and the bulk of money started falling.
The other truck got closed, and military weapons came into bright view.
“Great,” He said, picking a bulk of money on the ground. He sniffed it a bit and smiled.
“The boss is gonna be back in a few days,Give me a detailed account of everything” He ordered as he stood up and walked out of the warehouse.
“Vernon!” Austin called and he turned, staring at him with no emotion.
“Vernon?” He asked, giving a slight look. He narrowed his eyes as Autism blinked his eyes, ignorant of what he said.
“Uhm. Vernon, I think we need you over at the Computers Room” He said and he scoffed.
“Ever heard about the word,’ Boss?’ ” He asked and he nodded.
“What’s wrong? Is Boss back?” Austin asked and he scoffed, ruffling his hair as he rolled his eyes on him.
“On a scale of 1-10, how dumb are you?” Vernon asked, and Austin bit his lip, looking up. Like he was thinking about something.
“I don’t know, maybe a ten,” Austin said and Vernon rolled his eyes. “But I bet I’m still smarter, even in my dumb state” He replied.
“Suit yourself,” Vernon said and walked out.
After like five steps ahead, he stopped and thought about what Austin said. “Even smarter!? Bet I’m smarter?” He murmured and turned around.
“That annoying fool!” He cursed under his breath.
***
The door opened and Marco walked into a dark-lit room, it was the same room where Mr Leonardo was killed.
The tall dark man smiled at him, he gave him a signal as he walked into another room, which was inner.
“Hey, he is’ ‘ The man said, referring to Mr Leonardo Copse.
He was wrapped in a white waterproof, and from the look of it, his body was chopped into different parts.
“Perfectly done,” Marco said, rubbing his chin.
“I wonder what’s her favorite color” The man grinned, bringing out color paint.
“I hope she likes it…” He said, unwrapping the corpse.
Marco’s phone rang and he stepped out to answer it. He looked around, before picking it up.
“Missed me already?” Marco said, smiling.
“Of course not. Can we meet up?” Isabella asked at the other end.
“Of course. Just text the address” He replied before ending the call.
“Meeting up with the she-devil” He mumbled, and opened his car.
He started the engine and drove off.
*****
Isabella sat across from Marco, her expression guarded, and she delicately stirred her cup of coffee, the clinking of the spoon against porcelain echoing through the quiet café.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, do I?” Isabella arched an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on Marco as if challenging him to question her actions.
Marco leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, and a faint smile played on his lips. “Of course not,” he replied, his voice casual. “You’re free to do wh@tëver you think is best.”
Isabella nodded in satisfaction, her features softening. “Good,” she said, her tone firm yet composed. She reached for her purse, fingers deftly finding the clasp.
The soft jingle of keys and the rustle of her wallet punctuated the moment as she continued, “By the way, how’s my father doing?” Her voice came.
“Like you care, huh? He’s dead. Body chopped into different ugly parts” He said and Isabella smiled.
“I heard you’re dating the renowned Diego Vickers. You must consider yourself quite fortunate that he’s smitten with you,” he remarked, his eyes fixed on hers, searching for a reaction.
“Lucky, you say? I’d like to think I’m the one worth catching,” she responded confidently, a spark of self-assuredness igniting in her eyes.
He couldn’t help but scoff at her words. “Worth catching, perhaps, but maybe more of a she-devil than an angel,” he mumbled under his breath.
******
“Vee! I’m slowly losing my mind,” Mirabella exclaimed, her steps marked by anxiety as she paced around, one hand pressed to her forehead.
“Calm down, Bella. We’ll locate him,” Vincenzo reassured her, his grip steady on her shoulder.
“I’m running out of patience,” she groaned, brushing his hand away in frustration.
She moved towards the window, exhaling deeply as the weight of the situation bore down on her.
Her phone vibrated, drawing her attention. Vincenzo retrieved it from the table and handed it to her.
As she scrolled through her messages, she came across one that read, “HOPE YOU LIKE MY PRESENT” from an unknown number.
She rolled her eyes, recognizing it was Marco’sh usual antics.
“Who knows what prank he’s planning this time,” she muttered wearily, heading into the bathroom.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang loudly, and one of the maids rushed to answer it with a friendly smile.
“Good evening,” the delivery guy greeted her. “Please sign here. A package for Mirabella D’Angelo.”
The maid looked puzzled. “Did someone order something?” she inquired, and he nodded.
After signing for the package, the delivery guy hopped back on his bike and drove away.
The maid closed the door and ascended the stairs. She lightly knocked on the bedroom door, and Vincenzo opened it, surprised to see the box in her hand.
“I didn’t order anything,” he stated, eyeing the package.
“It’s not for you, sir. It’s for ma’am. It says Mirabella D’Angelo,” the maid explained, and he accepted the box from her.
He shut the door behind him as he entered the room.
“Amore, your delivery has arrived,” he called out, his voice carrying a touch of confusion.
“Delivery? But I didn’t order anything. Vee, this is not the time for surprise packages!” she protested, emerging from the bathroom.
“Surprise package? Why would I plan something like that?” he replied, pushing the box towards her.
She sighed and began to open it slowly.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she reached inside and pulled out a letter.
“To you, Bunny,” she read aloud, tearing open the waterproof envelope, only to come face to face with her worst nightmare.
“Uhh!!” She gasped out and froze instantly.Her hands began shaking, while she shook her head in a slow motion as tears rushed down like a waterfall.
“What’s wrong? What is the present about?” Vincenzo asked, coming to see the package.
He got pinned as he laid his eyes on Mr Leonardo, chopped face, which was arranged like a puzzle.
He had funny make-up and a balloon in his mouth .
Pa…pa,” Mirabella mumbled, her voice trembling, hands shaking like leaves in the wind.
Her body quivered as she collapsed onto the cold ground, wrapping her arms around herself tightly. Tears flowed relentlessly down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the unbearable pain inside. Her heart raced wildly, like a frightened animal.
Swallowing hard, she shifted her gaze to the ominous box before her. “Papa!!!” she screamed, pounding her head with her trembling hands.
“Ahhh!!!” Her scream pierced the air, a desperate cry of anguish, her eyes squeezed shut as if trying to block out the unbearable reality.
Vincenzo’s arms enveloped her, holding her close, but her cries were deafening as she surrendered to the torrent of emotions crashing over her.
“No!!!! No!!!!” She wailed, her fists pounding against his chest, as if trying to fight the cruel truth.
Tears streamed down her face, and she thrashed on the ground. Vincenzo clung to her, his grip unyielding. “Mirabella! Look at me!” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion.
“Tell me it’s a prank!!!” She screamed, tears staining her cheeks as she clung to him desperately.
“It’s okay!” he whispered softly, his words an attempt to provide solace in the midst of the storm.
She stared at him, her laughter tinged with madness. “It’s okay?” she echoed, her laughter growing more hysterical. “It’s not okay!” she shouted, her voice trembling with anguish.
Vincenzo held her close, his heart breaking for her, and gently carried her to another room, away from the haunting box.
He guided her to the bed, where she sat, a lifeless doll with vacant eyes.
“Give me a few minutes, amore,” he murmured, his voice tender, “I’ll be back. I’ll be here for us.”
****
Honey, have you seen my bag?” Isabella’s voice echoed from the bathroom as she entered the room.
She pivoted, her gaze landing on a bottle of medication. She picked it up, cracked it open, and inhaled deeply, using it to clear her nasal passages. With a sigh, she shook her head and set it back down gently.
“Honey, is this the medicine you picked up for me?” she inquired as Diego emerged from the bathroom.
“Yeah, the doctor said it should help you with the stress,” Diego replied as he slipped on his boxers.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” Isabella murmured, a hint of gratitude in her voice.
Diego’s attention shifted to his laptop, which he casually placed on the bed. “Oh, come check this out,” he suggested.
Isabella peered at the screen, her curiosity piqued. “The true truth behind the famous D’Angelos,” she read aloud. “I like the headline. What about, uhm…”
“What about, what?” Diego prompted, eager to hear her idea.
“What about ‘The Dirty Life of the D’Angelos’ or even better, ‘The Dark Secrets of the D’Angelos’?” She grinned as Diego leaned in to kiss her.
“I love it,” he declared, retrieving his laptop.
“Goodnight, honey. I have a long day ahead with Matrix Company tomorrow,” Isabella said, settling down beside him.
“I wish you the best of luck,” Diego responded warmly.
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