☠️UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 🩸
{SECRETS OF THE DARK}
THEME: sëx AND POWER 🔞
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
CHAPTER 35 🦋36
★★LOVE AND LOST★★
The hospital room was filled with the strong smell of medicine, and even though Vincenzo knew he was in the hospital, all he could think about was Mirabella.
“Mirabella… love,” he whispered unconsciously.
“Really? He’s still thinking about her?” Lorenzo scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“That’s true love,” Grace replied, smiling.
“True what? Oh, please,” Lorenzo rolled his eyes.
“Mira…” Vincenzo murmured as he slowly fluttered his eyelashes.
He groaned and opened his eyes, looking around and sighing.
“You’re awake,” Grace said, helping him sit up.
“Thank goodness you didn’t meet our ancestors,” Lorenzo grinned.
“Mirabella. I need to find Mirabella. I need to make sure she’s okay,” he said, trying to remove something from his hands.
“Yeah, why don’t you just stay put!” Lorenzo said, glaring at him.
Vincenzo put on his black slippers and attempted to leave the ward when Bruno rushed in.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“Somewhere,” Vincenzo replied, trying to leave, but Bruno blocked his path.
“Get back in there.”
“Easy, boys… Easy,” Grace said, stepping between them.
She held onto Bruno, trying to calm him down.
“Never. I’m not your puppet to follow your orders,” Vincenzo said, attempting to leave the room.
Bruno forcefully pushed him back, and Vincenzo clenched his fists. “You won’t like what happens next,” he muttered, while Bruno’s expression remained cold.
“I know, and it won’t change a thing,” Vincenzo replied with a smirk.
“Oh, feel free to go and die,” Bruno said, as Lorenzo injected a liquid into Vincenzo’s neck, causing him to pass out.
“That wasn’t necessary, boys,” Grace rolled her eyes.
“You know that crazy guy would have run out to find his love,” Lorenzo replied with a hiss.
“Renzo, that’s called true love. So, please, stop all this madness. I suggest you find someone who makes you feel the same way,” Grace said, patting his shoulder.
*****
Are you gonna say something?” The young nun asked, looking at Mirabella, who hugged herself tightly.
“Are you sure she’s okay? Maybe she got out of the hospital,” another nun suggested, and the others chuckled softly.
“She doesn’t seem mentally challenged,” the first nun replied, still gazing at Mirabella.
“Are you hungry?” She added, and Mirabella slowly looked at her, her brown eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow.
“He’s dead!… He died because of me,” she cried, and the first nun hugged her, gently stroking her hair.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” the nun whispered, kissing her hair.
Two hours later, Mirabella decided to step out of her room.
“A church?” She mumbled, looking around. “I don’t think people like me deserve to set foot in such a holy place,” she said, and the nun shook her head.
“Nah, that’s not true. Besides, what’s your name?” She asked, and Mirabella sniffed.
“Mirabella,” she murmured as she wandered around the church grounds.
She went to the seashore, staring at the sea.
“San!? San I know you can hear me, right?”” She called out.
“San, if you can hear me, I just want to tell you I love you,” she whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but you were my childhood crush,” she chuckled through her tears.
“It’s only been a day, and I can’t fathom what life is all about. How can I keep going?” She asked, looking around.
“San, please come back to me. I’ll wait for you! I’ll wait for you until you come back to me,” she sobbed and fell to the ground.
She kept crying, biting her lower lip as blood rushed down. She looked far beyond the word ‘terrible’. Almost immediately, heavy rain started falling down.
“The heavens even now despise me”She thought inwardly and looked up.
Tears streamed down her face, blending with the pouring rain. She let out a heavy sigh and sneezed, her vision blurred, and then she fainted abruptly.
She lay motionless on the wet ground as the rain continued to fall relentlessly. Night had fallen, and Mirabella remained unconscious.
Two nuns searching for her finally found her and rushed to her side. They carried her back to the church and placed her in a warm bath.
“Oh, dear Lord! I hope she regains consciousness,” one of the nuns exclaimed, rubbing Mirabella’s cold arms.
“I don’t know. Should we call a doctor? I’m so scared!” the other nun whimpered, pacing nervously.
“You must calm down!”
“Calm down? What if she doesn’t wake up? She’s been out for nearly three hours, lifeless on the seashore! What if we hadn’t found her in time?” she asked, her hands trembling.
The door swung open, and a female doctor entered.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re here!”
The doctor inquired, “How long has she been unconscious?”
“I don’t know, maybe three hours,” a nun replied, her eyes fixed on Mirabella.
The doctor checked her pulse and then her forehead.
“She has a fever… This is not good,” she muttered, rushing to get her medical supplies.
~BLACK MANSION~
In a dark warehouse, Marco exploded in anger at his bodyguards.
“Are you kidding me?”
“We’re sorry, master. We arrived late,” one replied, and Marco’s frustration boiled over.
He grabbed his gun and shot the tardy guard twice, splattering blood on the other’s face.
“I don’t care how long it takes! Find Mirabella!”
“Search everywhere. Every d@mn corner in Italy must be checked!” he ordered before lighting his cigar. “Do you understand?” he growled, and they nodded before leaving.
He exhaled, his anger palpable, and clenched his fists.
“Diego!” he called with a smirk. “You don’t mess with my affairs,” he muttered, his expression darkening.
He exited the underground warehouse within his mansion, grabbing two guns from his dressing room before leaving in his car.
*********
“d@mn it!” Diego cursed when he spotted sensitive docvments on the table.
Panicking, he grabbed them, crumpled them, and flushed them down the toilet.
“How did this leak?” he wondered aloud, pacing with his hand on his waist.
“Surprised?” Isabella asked, entering with a mischievous smile, her arms folded, and a deep frown on her face.
“I underestimated you,” she muttered. “You’ve been drugging me!” she accused, shouting.
“Like you weren’t already addicted,” Diego retorted, and she bit her lip.
“I thought for once I would find true love,” she laughed, slapping herself in the face.
“Get over it, Isabella. No one wants to be with a crazy jerk,” Diego declared, and she responded by cutting his cheek with her penknife.
He swiftly grabbed her by the neck, slamming her against the wall, causing her to gasp in pain and clutch her stomach.
“Please, let me go!” she pleaded, tears in her eyes.
A loud slap came from him, sending her stumbling toward the bathroom.
She staggered backward as Diego entered, grabbing her head and smashing it against the mirror. Her forehead started bleeding.
She tried to fight back, but Diego held her hands and twisted them painfully. She screamed in agony.
Desperately searching for a way out, she glanced at the bathroom sink. Fortunately for her, she spotted a pair of scissors, and she grasped them, stabbing Diego in both eyes. He screamed and stumbled back, blood pouring from his wounds.
Isabella grinned, her satisfaction evident.
Suddenly, the door to their room swung open. Marco, his suit stained with blood, walked in.
He shot Diego in both legs, and Diego fell to the ground, howling in pain.
Marco dragged a chainsaw into the room, its menacing roar filling the air. He looked at Isabella, and with a swift motion, he beheaded Diego, blood splattering across the room.
The chainsaw moved to Diego’s stomach, creating a gruesome scene.
Grabbing his gun, Marco aimed it at Isabella. She shook her head in fear, tears streaming down her face.
“I didn’t know about that,” she whimpered.
Marco rolled his eyes and pulled the trigger, shooting her twice. He dropped the gun and calmly walked out of the house.
He tossed his lit cigarette, igniting the entire house in flames.
Putting on his sunglasses, he sped away in his car, leaving destruction in his wake.
~SALVATION MANSION~
The chilly breeze swept across Vincenzo’s face, ruffling his hair as he gazed up at the gray, overcast sky. He reached into his trousers, fishing out a cigarette, and was about to light it when Grace intervened.
“Vee, that won’t help,” Grace admonished, taking the cigarette from him and grinding it beneath her heel.
Vincenzo sighed deeply, his troubled thoughts etched on his face. “I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he confessed, turning to face Grace. “It might sound crazy, but I’m not sure I can make it through another day without her,” he added, his voice trembling with emotion. Grace held his hand tightly, offering silent support.
“I believe in you,” she reassured him, her eyes filled with empathy.
Vincenzo shook his head, a sense of despair washing over him. “I don’t even believe in myself, d@mn it!” he exclaimed, frustration building as he slammed his hand against the wall.
Just then, Bruno entered the room, his presence commanding attention. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll have all the guards searching for her,” he declared, addressing Vincenzo with a mix of annoyance and concern. “Are you satisfied now?”
Vincenzo’s anger flared. “How could you drug me?” he demanded, his voice rising in accusation.
Bruno retorted, “You should be thanking me, @$$hOle.”
“I don’t know, I feel like something is wrong right now” He muttered, ruffling his hair.
Bruno offered a reassuring pat on Vincenzo’s shoulder. “It’s not as big a deal as you think, trust me,” he said, attempting to quell Vincenzo’s fears.
Little Rico burst into the room, his infectious grin brightening the atmosphere. “Hey, Uncle!” he greeted Vincenzo.
Vincenzo scooped up his nephew with a warm smile. “How are you doing?” he inquired.
Rico chuckled mischievously. “I’m good, but now, with all due respect, put me down!” he playfully demanded.
Vincenzo obliged, lowering Rico to the ground with a laugh.
Suddenly, Lorenzo entered the room, his face etched with urgency. “Guys!” he exclaimed, waving his phone in the air. “You need to see this,” he urged.
For a moment, he stopped breathing. His hands felt frozen, and his heartbeat didn’t respond.
“Vee,” Grace gently called.
She held his hand tightly and rubbed his back.
“We need to go,” Bruno said, and Grace nodded.
“I’ll go with you guys,” Grace offered, but Bruno shook his head.
“No, it’s too dangerous out there,” he said, walking away.
Vincenzo took a deep breath before following him.
“What about you?” Grace asked, folding her arms and staring at Lorenzo.
“What? You don’t expect me to go with them, right? Come on, I’m not a lover boy,” he rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.
********
“Detective Conan,” a tall guy showed his ID. The police removed the tape from the bridge where Mirabella’s car crashed into a truck.
“Looks bad,” Detective Conan said, taking off his glasses. “Hmmm.”
“Any bodies found?” He asked the police lady next to him.
“Yes, an unidentified man, maybe in his thirties,” she said, opening Santino’s body bag.
He took a photo with his phone and wiped his nose.
“According to the CCTV, there was another person in the car, but no other body.”
“What about the truck drivers?” Detective Conan asked.
“They got away, I think,” she replied.
“Hello, Mr. Conan, I’m James, taking over the investigation,” a middle-aged man arrived at the scene.
“And who are you?” Detective Conan raised an eyebrow.
“I just introduced myself,” he replied casually.
“FBI agent, in charge of this investigation.”
“It’s not a crime scene; it’s a regular accident.”
“That’s what you think until you find out the second person in the car is Mirabella D’Angelo, the supposed mafia queen of Blood Castle,” he said, pointing to the car and Santino’s body.
“Mirabella D’Angelo? How did you know that?”
“The news is all over the state. There’s a huge reward for her capture,” he showed his phone to Detective Conan.
“Well, with that said, I guess it’s goodbye,” he smiled.
Detective Conan nodded and left the scene.
******
“What’s happening?” One of the nuns asked, shutting the door behind.
“I don’t know, there has been gunshots for hours already” Another replied and immediately Mirabella knew it must be connected to her
“Gunshots? For how long?” Mirabella asked, dropping the glass water on the table.
“Since yesterday” The first nun replied and laid on the bed.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” the second nun said, rubbing her hands.
Mirabella bit her lip hard and went to the window. She looked around the little city and sighed.
“I can’t… I need to leave” she muttered, and turned to face the other nuns.
“Leave to where exactly?” The nun asked.
“I don’t know” She replied.
She changed her dress, wore a black jacket and facecap before leaving the church premises.
As she walked the streets, she tried to keep a low profile. People stared at her, perhaps due to her unusual attire or the fact that her face was plastered on posters all over the area.
Flagging down a taxi, she headed to the airport. Her heart raced as the prospect of leaving everything behind overwhelmed her.
She glanced back one last time as a tear trickled down her cheek, inhaling deeply before stepping into the airport.
A heavy weight lifted from her shoulders as she sank into the seat. She closed her eyes, leaving everything behind.
The sweet memories, the sad moments, his scent, the way he called her name… All of it flooded her thoughts, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
She clasped her hands, feeling like the whole world was crumbling beneath her feet. Life just wasn’t being fair.
Perhaps she was never meant to find love and peace in this world.
Mr Leonardo, her father was no more, she lost her properties, she lost the one who sacrificed for her along and now…. she’s leaving him behind.
Is better than bringing bad luck to him, right? You’re nothing but a waste! Her subconscious mind whispered as she looked at the plane’s Window.
~BLACK MANSION~
What do you mean by that?” Marco demanded, delivering a fierce slap to one of the guards.
“I’ll behead every one of you if I don’t see her!!!” he roared before storming out.
Returning to his tequila, he gulped it straight from the bottle.
“If I can’t have her, then no one has the right to!” he shouted, hurling the tequila bottle against the wall in a fit of anger.
“Bella is mine, and mine alone!” He growled and stared at himself in the mirror angrily.
~SALVATION MANSION~
What’s wrong?” Grace leaped to her feet as soon as Vincenzo and Bruno entered the house.
“We couldn’t find her,” he replied, and Grace scrutinized Vincenzo’s face.
“Could it be…?”
“No, Mirabella is stronger than we think,” Bruno reassured, kicking off his black leather slippers.
Bruno slouched into a chair while Vincenzo climbed the stairs, closing the door behind him, struggling to accept their current reality.
“It can’t end like this! There are so many memories we haven’t shared yet,” Vincenzo thought, her voice echoing like a morning bell in his ears. Her face was all he could see.
He sighed deeply as he lay on the bed, closing his eyes and allowing his thoughts to consume him.
A faint smile appeared as he envisioned her, but then she slowly faded away.
“It’s just my imagination; she’s gone,” his subconscious mind reminded him, and he scoffed. “She’s strong, I trust she’s safe wherever she is!”
A knock on the door, and Bruno walked in. “Want a drink?” he offered.
Vincenzo shook his head firmly. “Not when she’s still missing,” he replied.
“She seems to have enchanted you,” Bruno commented, pouring a drink for himself.
Vincenzo clutched his glass tightly. “I can’t let her go. She’s my addiction.”
“I’m addicted to her,” he added, downing the contents of his glass. “I don’t mind waiting for ages just to see her face. I love her more than I even know my own name. She’s my life, and I won’t watch it crumble at my feet.”
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