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The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin

Elena’s life shatters when her father’s massive debt forces her into the hands of the city’s most ruthless crime lord, Dante Moretti. Claimed as a mere pawn to settle a score, she is dragged into a dark world of violence and obsession. Dante intends to break her spirit, yet an unexpected, dangerous spark ignites between them. As enemies close in, Elena must navigate a treacherous path where love and ruin are two sides of the same coin.
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Chapter 9

Brinda

As we stealthily made our way into Fernandez's hideout, we slaughtered his men to clear our way into the underground apartment.

When we finally reached the tunnel to the underground, Bullet instructed me to be very cautious as more secrets would be revealed.

I braced myself for whatever is to come.

We faced the apartment, four guards were there. Their eyes clearly opened to catch every glimpse of unclear activities. Without wasting time, knowing we can't go round them, Bullet and I sprung into action.

The men, alerted by our hideous presence, brought out their guns but we prevented them from using it as we all battled to gain the upper hand. I knocked one of them out when he tried to stab Bullet from behind while I punched another in the nose. I was less worried if he had a broken nose or not. Bullet's words were already at play as I sought only for survival.

The guard with a broken nose held onto his nose for a while before he attempted to escape into the apartment. I went after him and he also tried going toe-to-toe with me. I defeated him after I delivered a painful knee strike to his jaw.

Too cool that I still had it in me — The energetic spirit.

Turning around, I saw that Bullet already silenced one of the men she was in a fierce fight with while the other man fought relentlessly. Given his huge stature, it would take time for Bullet to defeat him.

I charged towards them and called Bullet to step aside before I plunged a knife into the man's chest. He was about to let out a loud cry but Bullet was quick enough to cover his mouth with the blood stained gloves that shielded her hands.

“That's more like it,” she said, beckoning at me.

We jumped into the apartment through the back window. The apartment was as silent as a graveyard. We walked carefully ensuring our boots did not make the least of a noise as we surveyed the area.

Realizing there was no single soul in the building, I and Bullet separated so we could find the crypt key as fast as possible. On my side, I searched endlessly to get my hands on the crypt key since my life kind of depended on it.

After a thorough search, Bullet hurried in. Her breath was fast. Really fast. “What's wrong?” I asked, curious.

“I couldn't find the key. I guess you couldn't find it either. But right now, we need to leave.” Before she completed her last statement, she already dragged me away. I kept on looking back, stretching my hands around the room we were in.

In a jiffy, we were out of the room then back to the spacious living room.

We trespassed the dead bodies of the men we killed earlier and went out of the underground. Judy then, a series of headlights shone brightly as cars made their way into the compound.

I pulled Bullet in time and we hid behind a parked car. Our breaths heightened as we tried to keep a low profile. We watched as men cladded in a black suit made their way out of the cars which after two of them made their way to the most-looking luxurious car of them all.

Bullet's almost manly voice pierced through the air. “Isn't the Don of Fernandez's family dead?”

I threw a quick glance at her. “How do you know that? And if the Don is dead, who is the man or woman the guards are about to escort out of the car?”

Bullet ignored my questions with a face full of disapproval. Whether she wanted it or not, I knew I was going to get to the bottom of the whole issue.

I returned my head to the left and tapped my right leg on the floor anxiously waiting for the person to emerge from the car. Then, I saw a leg which another followed before a man exited the car.

His presence alone exuded power and dominance. He was dressed in a black suit which complimented his figure perfectly. However, I couldn't see his face because of the darkness that shrouded the area.

“Who the fuck is this?” Bullet cursed under her breath.

I was about to reply to her but I was stopped by the deep male familiar voice that cut through the air. Not only did it cut through the air, it reverberated in my ears.

My chest tightened and I was forced to accompany the pressure by placing my hands on it. My legs shook vigorously and the air got more tense. All of a sudden, I found it difficult to breathe. As I gasped for air, to my surprise, Bullet used her hands to apply a little pressure on my back.

“Is it all set?” The man asked another question after a long silence.

If I am not mistaken, this man is Peter, my boyfriend whom I almost pushed down the cliff days ago based on Francesco's request.

“How come he's still alive?” I asked no one in particular with a heavy pounding in my chest. “No, it can't be.”

He is the one I love. The one I can die for. Maybe not anymore.

All I want is to run to hug him. I just want to be in his arms to tell him how much I have missed him but probably, that has come to an end.

I ended up cursing myself repeatedly as I asked myself why I obeyed Francesco's demand.

Then Peter and his men marched towards where we hid since their last destination seemed to be the underground apartment. Behind Peter is a man who carried a golden box — Very small. Just a few inches compared to my pinky finger.

“That is the box that contains the crypt key.” Bullet whispered.

“Don Marshall, we were unable to find information on the lady, Brinda, and the other man.” One of his men reported.

Don Marshall? Did he switch his name? Is he a twin? No! It can't be. Peter's voice is the same. Though the looks have changed as he now has a plaited hairstyle.

“Francesco can't run for long, nor can Brinda. Find them both. Even if it is their dead bodies, I want to see it.” He ordered shortly before they got to the tunnel. He stopped and smiled. That was when I saw his bright face for the first time since the incident.

His deep blue eyes glinted with happiness. “I changed my mind. As for Brinda, get her back no matter what it costs. If she's alive, my revenge will be much more intriguing because I will watch her suffer for the rest of her miserable life. Isn't that fair… boys?”

His herd of men laughed in response which showed they were satisfied with their Boss’s intentions.

A volcano erupted within me and I almost scampered towards them but Bullet who was almost irrelevant in the scene pulled me back and that came with a grace cost.

Her hand hit the car's rear window resulting in a loud thud that caught the attention of Peter or Marshall and his men.

“Make sure you skin them alive.” Peter's commanding voice echoed, sending shivers down my spine.

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