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《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON TWO
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Friends Over Family.
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[# Chapter Forty-Five
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“What do you mean the Don has gone on vacation? Whom did he consult before making such a rash decision?” Lady Danger spoke in her mother t*ngue, making the Soldiers hold their heads down and back away cautiously. Very rarely is a female Capo seen as threatening, but she was the highest-ranked one and her name speaks for itself. “Exactly where is the man I birthed almost twenty-five years ago? Tell me the name of the town or city. I am going to get him immediately.”
The made-men who gave their Don their word to not snitch on him eyed each other.
“No answer?” she crushed the cigar she was smoking in her hand and rose from the red leather chair she was in. “I ask one more time and if I receive no answer I am k!lling all of you.”
No one even breathed in that moment.
“Have it your way then,” she raised her leg and dropped it on the mahogany desk. She pulled the glock from its sheath and shot the man at the very end of the straight line form before her. Seeing the same response Lady Danger kept on shooting the men d**d one by one, until all were lifeless on the floor. “You have got to be kidding.”
They’d rather d** than snitch on their Godfather.
The anger she felt was indescribable.
Yet, Lady Danger had a feeling she knew exactly where her son Domenico was.
“Arkville,” she said the word through gritted teeth. “Oh, that sly son of a Bîtch. He better not be anywhere near that blonde-haired Mexican scvm.”
Outside of the lounge, Marcello was eavesdropping on the conversation and panicked. Just before Lady Danger could storm out her ran and ducked into a hall, she went the other way. After making sure she was out of sight and ear shot he continued down the hall and removed a phone from the inside of his jacket pocket. He dialed his boss’s number and waited anxiously for him to pick up. He had to call four more times before he eventually answered the call.
“Boss!” Marcello whisper-yelled.
“What is the matter, Marci?” Dom was also whispering.
“I think Lady Danger knows of your location. She may be coming to get you! Leave immediately and check into the most expensive hotel in the area!” his heart was beating fast.
Over the past few years Lord Lucifer had been with them in Italy and at the main base, he had confined in Marcello about everything – feelings and all. They had developed a close relationship. He knows just how much his family means to him, even that friend who is the son of the former Paloma Cartel’s main Kingpin.
Marcello, whose code name was MC, had pledged his loyalty and silence to Domenico three years ago. As one of his Capos, he must keep his promise even if it meant he would lose his life.
“No Sh|t?” Dom asked in a panicked voice.
“None at all boss!”
“Alright. I will take it from here. Marci, try to stall her for as long as possible!” he hung up.
MC held the phone and thought of how to distract Lady Danger for his boss, then got the perfect idea. He ran around the mansion and found her walking furiously towards the main stairs.
“Lady Danger!” he called out and she stopped, slightly turning to glare at him menacingly.
“I-I need help picking out a dress. I have a date tonight,” he pouted and played with his fingers. “W-with a really handsome guy I have a crush on.”
Marcello Corleone wasn’t burly like the other men in the crime organization. He was five foot six and had an average body size with no extra muscle. He only became a Capo because he as excellent marksman and negotiating skills. He is also an immaculate hitman who never misses his target and he knows how to get rid of people without them ever being found – he was Dom’s first appointed Capo. He saw the potential in him when no one else did.
Currently, everyone thinks Marcello is gay due to his shy and introverted nature. This is clearly a lie – but if he has to pretend to be homo in order to save his boss, then that is exactly what he shall do. And fortunately, Lady Danger is a Goddess in fashion and she adores homos£xuals.
“Are you serious?” her face lit up. “But Marci, I thought you were straight!”
He forced a blush. “I’m sorry for hiding my s*xuality. Madam, can you please help?”
“But of course!” she forgot about the whole Arkville thing in seconds and started walking to Marcello. “My dear, I have been waiting for this. Should I make a dress from scratch or just give you something from my countless closets?”
“Um–”
“Don’t answer that. We can further discuss it in the dressing room!” she slung an arm around his shoulders and started walking with him down the hall while chatting nonstop.
Marcello wanted to be deaf so bad.
He just hopes his Don manages to escape before its too late.
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Domenico, who is actually Ryat, hits the wall in frustration. He just got here about three hours ago, how could she have found him so fast? He scoffed angrily and stormed out of his bedroom, heading back to the kitchen where he previously was. A buffet had been prepared in advance for he and Neon – he hadn’t even touched the food yet he has to up and leave.
“Hey Ryat!” Venom met him the moment he entered. “What happened bro? You just left?”
“Yeah, what happened bro?” Bandit fed Austin with the baby bottle as he stared at Ryat with immense concern.
“One of my Capos just called,” he lowered his gaze that gradually grew colder.
“A Capo? What’s a Capo?” Syahla asked, looking at the others confused.
“In the Mafia there’s the highest ranked member, the Don. Beneath him is the Underboss, the second-in-command. Between the Don and the Underboss is the Consigliere, the Advisor. Then there are the Capos: Basically Dons who rule the Soldiers or Made-men. They’re official members of the Crime Family. In short, there are sub-gangs within a Mafia Gang and the Dons of those are called Capos, but the Capos answer to the Underboss and the Godfather,” Neon very calmly explained as he leaned back on his chair.
Everyone was left stunned by his response, especially Ryat.
“How do you know that?” his voice deepened. “I hardly understand the ranks when I’m a Godfather.”
“My training to be a Kingpin was intense. I had to study every Mafia known to earth for five years, and I had to study the law. I also had to know how to differentiate between G*ns, what to do when I or someone is injured, how to shoot without miss, among countless other things,” he l**ked his lips and briefly raised his brows. “That’s all I can tell you from the top of my head, but trust me, I know the Mafia like the back of my hand. Weren’t you taught about the different Mafias, too?”
All eyes moved to Ryat, he flatly replied, “No. I was taught Finance and Politics. They taught me about G*ns as well. How to take what apart and put it back together swiftly.”
“I know you Füçking lying,” Neon dropped the chair on the ground and poured himself a glass of grape juice. “There is no way on earth I had to spend days and nights reading big heavy books when you just learned about Politics and Finance. No way. Nah-ah.”
“S**ks to be you,” Katniss smoothed her hair down.
“I thought Cats meowed,” Neon eyed her sassily.
Her mouth dropped. “What? You!”
“Guys. Stop,” Ryat intervened before things could escalate. “One of my Capos just called and said Lady Danger knows where I am. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming, except for a few of my trusted Sgarriste, so I’m certain she’s on her way here.”
“What?” the cheerful air flew out the window and a more panic-filled one entered.
“So does that mean…” Meira looked up at sadly at Ryat.
“We have to go,” Neon stood up and tugged his cufflinks into place. “As soon as possible.”
“He’s right,” Ryat looked at Neon knowingly, he returned the same look. “We don’t have a choice.”
“Wait! Both of you?” she stood up and looked at Ryat then at Neon over and over again. “You two can’t go and leave me. Please, please stay,” she sniffed and blinked. Her eyes becoming watery and was soon glassed over with tears ready to spill. It’s as if they’re taking them away from her all over again. “Don’t leave me. I don’t wanna be alone again. Please stay, f-for one more day.”
Her state broke both Neon’s and Ryat’s hearts.
“Guys, give us a moment,” Ryat said.
They nodded and gave Meira a pitiful look before leaving and closing the door behind them.
Neon placed Meira on the dining table as sobs wracked her frame. A lone tear forced its way out of her eye and meanders down her cheek, more followed suit soon after. The boys looked at each other not knowing exactly what to do, but comforted the woman they loved regardless. The two covered her face with chaste reassuring kisses and rubbed her back while cooing words of encouraging.
They’ve never been the best at consoling people.
“Dove, c’mon. Look at us,” Ryat lifted her chin.
She raised her head with wobbling lips, tear stains on her cheeks and tear-filled eyes. “Yeah?”
“Ah, Sh|t,” Neon cursed. “Snow, we’ll be back. In some days. We just have to sort some things out. Don’t cry, you know we h@të it when you do,” he glanced at Ryat who nodded in confirmation.
“If it were up to us we would stay, and you know this. Dove, stop the tears,” he held her face and wiped away a tear that crested her lower eyelid. “We’ll come back occasionally to see you, okay?”
“But…but when?” her teary eyes bounced between them. “I don’t want you to go. What if you don’t come back?”
“Hey, don’t say that. We will come back,” Neon swept a hair strain behind her ear. “You have to be a little reasonable and patient. It’s hard on us too.”
Meira miserably hopped off the table and ran out, ignoring the desperate calls behind her – she was overwhelmed with emotions and needed time to cool off and gather her thoughts.
“Damnit,” Ryat angrily banged his fist on the table.
“Easy, bro,” Neon massaged his shoulder. “It’s Füçking me up too. Snow just needs some time. It’s hard on us and it’s hard on her too.”
“It’s hard on all us, but we must pull through and be strong. We need to leave this Mafia and Cartel b*llSh|t behind,” he turned and leaned on the table. Arms folded across his chest in a dominant stance. “This is absolute Füçkery. I didn’t sign up for this Sh|t.”
“Don’t know about you but the only way to leave a Cartel is by d**th. Even if I step down as Kingpin I’m still involved in the activities taken. We’re stuck,” Neon plops down next to him and rests his head on Ryat’s shoulder. “I’m tired of fhe Füçkery and burden this life brings. I wish it could end.”
They sighed on cue and closed their eyes, drowning in each other’s comfort before realizing they don’t have much time left. The pair exchanged contact numbers and left their numbers with everyone in the household with strict warnings not to call them unless permitted. Before leaving they readjusted their expensive outfits and wore fake expressions, they shook hands and hugged before walking out to separate gangs. Their men had been boredly waiting.
“Boss, how’d it go? What did you two talk about?” Slayer asked him but El Santé’s mood was so off he felt chills when he walked by. “Oh, uh, never mind.”
Lord Lucifer’s men weren’t so bold as to question him, seeing his stoic-faced expression and the terrifying icy aura he emitted was enough to make them back away and not breath too loudly to disturb him.
“Drive,” was the only were he uttered. It was cold and held no emotions.
Once all the black vehicles had left the place, the white ones too drove away. Even though it broke the boys’ hearts to leave, it wasn’t up to them – in their hearts, they hoped their beloved would understand and forgive them. Until then, its back to faking smiles and happiness for both of them.
Both were on their way to Falkon City but turned different directions as their hideouts were at different parts. When El Santé reached his at some hours later, he wasn’t surprised when he met El Diablo and his brothers waiting for him.
“God, give me a break,” he groaned as their angry faces became clearer and clearer.
The vehicle hardly stopped when the three opened the doors and waited for him to climb out.
“Really, El Santé? Have you learned nothing?” Zamora had his arms crossed as he glared at his brother. “Why on earth did you go back there? You have everything in Mexico; Mansions, money, woman, properties, and so much more. You have everything. Why did you return to a place that has nothing for you? Answer me El Santé!”
With cold eyes and even icier glint in them he glanced at his brother and said emotionlessly, “I have everything, except for happiness, so I went to find it.”
The men side-eyed their boss but didn’t comment.
“What do you mean, El Santé? Because I don’t understand,” Zamora placed one hand on his hip and held his face. “Please Füçking elaborate.”
El Santé noticed the white heals he was wearing along with his suit but didn’t comment on it. He’d already gotten used to his femboy dressing. One thing is for certain, hidden in those heels are sharp knives he uses to cut countless of throats.
“Of course you don’t get it, ’cause you’re Füçking happy,” he hissed, already tired of the conversation. “You have everything you want. You’re married to the love of your life, you’re a feared Kingpin, you’re limitlessly rich and have a family. You’re living the life you want with everything you want but I’m Füçking not so of course I’m unhappy, hop off my back and give me a goddamn break.”
“Hey, watch it. Don’t talk to him like that,” El Diablo stepped in. “Lower your tone, boy.”
“Or else what?” he sized up with his superior. “If I don’t have some manners and respect what will you do? Hit me? Man, I’m so numb to everything I doubt I’d feel any Füçking pain. I feel emotionless. I feel empty. I feel like I don’t have a heart, or a liver, or lungs or even a goddamn soul. I’m uncomfortable. I just can’t seem to feel at all, sometimes. So please, be my guess Mr. Devil, Füçking hit me. See if I give a Füçk much less two.”
He walked away, but not before making sure his shoulder collided with El Diablo’s. As he angrily entered the mansion he ruffled his hair and shrugged his jacket off. “Roderigo!” he yelled.
“Boss!” the man he was looking for replied in seconds.
“You’re off duty. I’ll take care of chopping the bodies to pieces and getting rid of them. No one should disturb me,” he threw his jacket down as he took large strides to the Torture Room where men from the Ravenhood gang were chained to walls, chairs and operating tables.
Meanwhile, Ryat reached the Crimson Cross Hotel and entered with the hopes of booking a penthouse. He barely reached the counter before Lady Danger made her presence known, and she was not alone. Standing with her at the entrance he just came through was his biological Grandmother, two uncles and one more Aunt. And they were his superiors in the Mafia, with his Grandma being given the “Capo di Capi Re” or “King Boss of all Bosses” title since she stepped down as the Godmother years ago so Donata, his mother, could take over.
Next to them was Marcello with one of his eyes bandaged and his arm in a cast. He looked up at Ryat but quickly looked away – ashamed that he failed his Godfather.
“Domenico. De Leone.”
His Grandmother, Gianni Larussa, called him.
With an icy glint in his eyes he stared at them pointedly. “What the hell do you want from me?”
“That’s not how speak–” one of his uncles tried saying.
“Shut the Füçk up, Davide.” he said. “Why are am I being followed? Am I not the Don of the Ravenhood Crime Syndicate? I already have an entourage so do return home before night falls.”
“You broke the rules. I forbid you from coming back here and speaking to that boy and don’t even think about lying to me because I know you did. You are undisciplined even after all these years of training. That boy is not your friend, he is an enemy. He’s fooling you can’t you see!” Lady Danger held onto one her soldier’s hands as she came down the stairs. “He is going to betray you one of these days, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. He doesn’t care about you, he is just obtaining information so that in the future he can use it against you. Have you learned absolutely nothing Domenico?”
He gritted his teeth, about to angrily reply when he paused and remembered something about earlier. Neon knew the ranks of the Mafia and explained it in seconds. He’s Mexican, and Cartels run entirely differently. Why does he know this information?
Could Lady Danger be telling the truth? Will Neon someday betray him – stab him in the back?
‘No. Impossible. Neon would never do something like that to me. We’re brothers for life!’
But then again, Friends Are Never Your Family.
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