☠️ UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 🩸
{SECRETS OF THE DARK}
THEME: sëx AND POWER 🔞
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
CHAPTER 33 🦋34.
HAPPY CRYING 🚶🚶🚶
I’ll double the money for anything you desire,” Isabella declared, just as a man was about to exit the room.
“Hmm, make it triple,” he countered, and she readily agreed, rising from her seat.
“As long as the job gets done,” she added, and the man smirked before departing.
His phone buzzed twice; he tapped the screen to reveal Mirabella’s photo.
“So, she’s the one,” he mumbled, then hopped into his sleek black Rolls Royce, starting the engine and driving away.
*****
Vincenzo rode the glass elevator, both hands casually tucked in his pockets. He glanced up, blinking in disbelief as he spotted Escobar.
“d@mn it,” he cursed under his breath and bolted out of the elevator, swiftly retrieving his concealed gun.
He sprinted after Escobar, their footsteps echoing through the underground parking garage. Gasping for breath, he finally caught up.
Vincenzo couldn’t help but smirk when he sensed a presence behind him. He spun around, his gulevelleded at Escobar, who already had his firearm trained on Vincenzo.
“Long time no see,” Escobar greeted with a sly smile.
“And this is going to be the last,” Vincenzo retorted, his finger ready to squeeze the trigger.
“Oh, come on. I shouldn’t have to remind you who you’re dealing with, right?” Escobar taunted, tension hanging in the air.
“And it seems like you’ve forgotten who my master is,” Vincenzo said.
“Vincenzo,” Escobar began, his voice dripping with false camaraderie, “we could still settle this peacefully.”
Vincenzo’s eyes remained cold, his grip on the gun unwavering. “There’s no peace left between us, Escobar.”
With a sudden and unexpected movement, Escobar lunged to the side, firing a shot that ricocheted off a nearby car. Vincenzo dove behind cover, bullets tearing through the air.
“Running won’t save you,” Escobar taunted from behind another pillar.
Vincenzo’s mind raced as he heard Escobar’s footsteps closing in. He knew he had to act fast. Peering out from behind his cover, he fired off a series of rounds in Escobar’s direction, forcing him to take cover.
Their words had been exhausted. It was now a deadly dance in the confines of the garage. Vincenzo carefully circled, closing the distance. He knew this had to end.
Finally, as Escobar exposed himself for a split second, Vincenzo seized the opportunity.
Three gunshots rang out, each finding its mark on Escobar’s head. Time seemed to slow as Escobar’s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Vincenzo stood there, breathing heavily, the echoes of the gunfire slowly dissipating in the garage’s shadows. The bitter rivalry was over, and silence descended upon the scene as he holstered his weapon.
He exhaled and dropped the gun on his lifeless body. “Fuçk you!” He cursed, walking away.
His heart raced as his phone violently buzzed, startling him from his cademeanournor. His eyes narrowed upon seeing Lorenzo’s name flash on the screen.
“What is it?” he demanded, his voice edged with tension.
“Your precious Mi Amor’s life is hanging by a thread. Time is of the essence,” Lorenzo’s voice crackled through the phone before abruptly ending the call.
His grip tightened on the phone. Panic surged through him. “What? Where is she?” he shouted into the disconnected phone, cursing Lorenzo under his breath.
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he leapt into his sleek car, tires screeching as he peeled out of the driveway, hunting for Mirabella.
“Mira! Mira! Where the hell are you?” he growled, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, pushing the car to its limits.
His eyes darted around, scanning faces, and then, like a bolt of lightning, he spotted someone who was the spitting image of Mirabella.
His phone felt like a hot coal in his hand as he dialled her number for the fifth time, each unanswered call intensifying his fear.
“d@mn it!” he yelled, pounding his fist against the wheel.
Suddenly, his phone erupted in a cacophony of rings, and he snatched it up.
“Where’s she at? Give me the exact location,” he demanded, his words tumbling out like an avalanche, his patience worn thin. Lorenzo’s voice grated on the other end.
“Number 22, Mideast Street,” Lorenzo replied before abruptly ending the call.
He sped off, and as he entered Mideast Street, a notorious haven for those on the fringes of society, he instantly became the centre of attention.
The street was a grim place, where only drug addicts and shady characters dared to reside. As he stepped out of his car, a group of rough-looking guys began to murmur, their eyes fixated on him.
“Hey, have any of you seen this lady?” he asked, showing a picture of Mirabella.
One of the men, his face covered in tattoos, squinted at the photo. “Mirabella? What’s your business with her, pal?”
“She’s a friend, and I need to find her,” he replied, trying to sound casual.
A burly guy with a shaved head spoke up, “Friend or not, you’re in the wrong place asking about her.”
Just then, a woman with a cigarette hanging from her lips chimed in, “Yeah, this ain’t no place for good Samaritans, buddy.”
As tension hung in the air, the street seemed to close in around him. The group of guys exchanged glanglancepicionsion growing with each passing second.
The thrill of the moment was palpable, and he knew he had to tread carefully to get the information he needed.
“Twenty million dollars. Where is she?” Vincenzo demanded, his eyes locked onto the man in front of him. The man, a stranger in a dimly lit room, burst into laughter.
“I love this guy! Who the hell are you?” he asked, taking a leisurely drag from his cigar.
“Vincenzo Salvatore,” he replied, and those gathered took a step back, recognizing the name.
“Go upstairs, to the third floor,” the man finally answered, and without wasting a moment, Vincenzo sprinted off.
His heart pounded as he ascended the dark, imposing building. With each step, the anticipation grew thicker. The stairs seemed endless.
Reaching the third floor, he kicked open the door and burst inside. The room was dimly lit, and he could barely make out the figures within.
Vincenzo retrieved his gun, handling it with the utmost care. He moved silently, keen not to attract any unwanted attention.
As he slowly pushed open a door, he spotted Mirabella tied to a chair, her face displaying an unexpected smile. His heart skipped a beat.
On the other side of the room, two menacing figures gripped AK-47s. Vincenzo swallowed hard but couldn’t let fear paralyze him.
“Hey, Bella,” he called out softly, catching Mirabella’s attention. She raised an eyebrow in surprise, her eyes locked onto Vincenzo.
How on earth had he managed to find her in this perilous situation?
“What are you staring at, you little punk?” one of the guys sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance as he gave Mirabella a sharp slap on the cheek.
She clenched her jaw, a defiant smirk forming on her face. “I’m just admiring the view, buddy,” she shot back, a mischievous glint in her eye as the guy clenched his fist.
Vincenzo swiftly stashed his gun in his pocket, then leapt up onto the ceiling with cat-like agility. He moved silently, gun in hand, and fired a shot into the shadows before gracefully descending to the floor.
“What the heck!” The guy facing Mirabella cursed, his eyes narrowing as he swung his weapon around. Vincenzo acted fast, delivering a slick kick that sent the gun clattering away.
“Oh, no!” the guy muttered, stepping back nervously. He pulled out a hidden pen knife and lunged at Vincenzo, but Vincenzo was quicker. He expertly twisted the attacker’s arm, making him drop the knife.
With a swift push, Vincenzo sent the man sprawling to the ground, groaning in pain. Vincenzo asserted his dominance, planting a firm foot on the man’s head before pulling the trigger three times, ending the threat in style.
“I didn’t ask for your help,” Mirabella stated arrogantly as Vincenzo began to untie her. In a swift, thrilling motion, he pulled her close, embracing her tightly.
She stood frozen, taken aback as he gently kissed her forehead. “I thought I was going crazy!” Vincenzo exclaimed, holding her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he muttered.
Mirabella forcefully pushed his hands away and took a few steps back. “Stay away from me,” she retorted with an eye roll. She made a move to leave, but Vincenzo swiftly pulled her back and pinned her against the wall.
With a firm grip on her shoulders, their eyes locked in an intense exchange. “What is the name of Crazy is going on?” he inquired calmly, though anger simmered beneath the surface.
“Let go of me!” she whimpered, but Vincenzo’s hold grew tighter. “Mira, please tell me what’s going on! What the heck is happening? Talk to me!”
“I don’t…” she murmured, her voice wavering, and attempted to speak but found herself unable to.
“Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me. Look into my eyes, Mirabella!” Vincenzo demanded, but their connection was abruptly severed by the sound of gunfire.
Vincenzo firmly clasped Mirabella’s hand as they hurriedly exited the room. As they attempted to leave the building, they found themselves surrounded by a horde of menacing gangsters.
“Be careful,” Vincenzo cautioned, but Mirabella accidentally struck her hand against the wall, wincing in pain.
“Just hand over the girl and leave!” the apparent leader of the gangsters sneered, spitting on the ground.
Vincenzo quickly assessed the distance to the adjacent building and glanced at Mirabella. “We’re going to jump to the other side,” he declared, causing her eyes to widen.
“Never!” she declared, swatting his hand away.
“Like you have a choice,” he shot back. In a thrilling twist, he drew his gun, propelled her to the other side, and took cover behind a pillar.
With remarkable precision, he fired at three assailants simultaneously before making a daring leap to the other side, prompting the gangsters to give chase.
However, his gun clicked empty. “d@mn it!” he cursed, tossing aside the useless weapon.
Snatching a nearby bottle, he shattered it on the ground. With a swift, adrenaline-pumping motion, he used the broken bottle to strike one of the gangsters, who screamed in agony as it pierced his bald head.
The guy dropped dead, Vincenzo picked up his gun as the others were fast approaching.
He hid at the pillar and shot two on their foreheads, the remaining four more gangsters.
“Stop running, face us man to man” One of them challenged, playing with his axe.
Vincenzo came out, folded his shirt with a swift move, kicked him on his head, used his elbothe centree centref his head and he fell, like a bag of rice.
The remaining three ran away, while he pursued them.
*****
Mirabella sprinted as fast as she could, with three armed men hot on her heels. To make matters worse, she was unarmed.
She halted abruptly, realizing she had reached the end of the building. Gasping for breath, she turned to face her pursuers.
The three men, exhausted and panting heavily, tried to speak. “Those legs…need a break,” one of them managed to say before Vincenzo’s gunshot silenced him.
Mirabella swiftly kicked one of the remaining men and shoved him off the cliff’s edge.
As the third man met the same fate, Vincenzo grabbed Mirabella, and they made a hasty escape.
Their sprint came to an abrupt halt when they spotted more gangsters closing in on them.
Vincenzo quickly shifted into reverse, dragging Mirabella along with him. He tightly clasped her hand as they retreated.
Mirabella suddenly stopped, her chest heaving, and sweat streaming down her forehead. “Oh no!” she exclaimed.
Gunshots pierced the air, and the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.
“Bella!” Santino called out, rushing to her side. He took hold of her arms, earning a menacing glare from Vincenzo.
“Come on,” he said and pulled her to his side.
Vincenzo forcefully yanked Mirabella back to his side, while Santino scoffed and attempted to pull her back as well.
Vincenzo gripped Mirabella’s waist, drew his gun, aimed it at Santino, and simultaneously, Santino aimed his gun at Vincenzo.
They stared at each other dearly. Vincenzo tightened his grip on the trigger, and Mirabella gasped.
“No! Keep the d@mn gun!” she shouted, turning to face Vincenzo.
“Tell that to your lapdog,” he replied, and Santino frowned, his eyes locked on Vincenzo.
Vincenzo’s lips curled into a wicked grin, and with a swift, menacing motion, he squeezed the trigger. A gunshot rang out as the bullet struck Santino in the stomach, causing him to wince in pain.
Santino, his face contorted in agony, retaliated by firing two shots at Vincenzo’s arms. Both men crumpled to the ground, leaving Mirabella standing bewildered in the centre of the chaos.
Fear gripped Mirabella as she scanned her surroundings, first to the left and then to the right. She rushed to Vincenzo’s side, pulling him close. “Vee!!… Vee!!!” she cried desperately.
A dry smile crept across Vincenzo’s face. “I knew you’d choose me,” he smirked, earning an eye roll from Mirabella.
Santino groaned in pain, and Mirabella turned her attention to him. He coughed up blood, and she quickly shifted her focus, gently laying Vincenzo down to tend to Santino.
Vincenzo clutched her arms, shaking his head as she tried to move away.
“San!… you have to stay with me!” she pleaded, her voice filled with anguish.
Tightly holding Santino, Mirabella managed to navigate down the stairs, opened the car door, and helped him inside. “I have to go get Vee! I’ll be right back,” she said, but Santino grabbed her hand.
“Even at the brink of death, all you can think about is him? Really?” he rasped, coughing up more blood.
Mirabella gazed at the building and let out a soft sigh. She started the car’s engine and sped away, tearing off her top to cover Santino’s bleeding abdomen. He held her hand and kissed it.
“If I… if I ever had a chance to fall in love, it would be with you, over and over,” he whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
“No, don’t say that… Santino! I love you. Please stay awake for me! We need you,” she sobbed, her eyes darting between him and the road ahead.
Ah, d@mn it!” she shouted, desperately attempting to swerve in the other direction. Unfortunately, she was too late and lost control, causing her to lose her balance. The truck crashed into her car.
The truck, moving incredibly fast, shoved her off the bridge’s edge, and the car plunged into the water.
When Mirabella finally opened her eyes, she realized she was in the water. She glanced around before attempting to open the door.
Struggling with all her might, she grappled with the stubborn door until it finally yielded.
With all her strength, she pulled Santino alongside her as they swam to the surface.
Clinging tightly to his waist, she attempted to ascend, but her efforts fell short. Desperation filled her as she locked eyes with Santino, trying to lift him, but he shook his head, offering a feeble smile.
Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, followed by a tender one on her tummy. In a silent sign, he communicated, “You should go first.”
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, and she felt an overwhelming urge to trade her life for his. She vehemently shook her head, but Santino gently cradled her cheek.
“Please, be strong,” he conveyed in sign language, slowly pulling away.
As he gradually sank, Mirabella reached out her trembling hands, but Santino willingly closed his eyes, finding solace in the depths below.
She held her heart as she felt like screaming out. She felt a bit dizzy, shutting her eyes, she passed out as she reached the surface.
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