*A large Mansion*
At ever corner of the mansion, stood a man in Black suit, holding a gun in hand. The exact number of men with guns would number up to fifty, the rest were either helps or...
"Are you stupid?!" An angry voice scolded, the speaker slammed his fist against the gambling table in front of him, not caring about the chips that fell to the ground.
His anger was directed at six men, whose remorseful gazes was enough to soften anyone's heart.
"How could you let Vitto leave like that?! The main Don will kill us all if anything happens to that bastard." The angry man went on to say, running his frustrated fingers through his brown locks of hair.
He pulled out his shiny silver gun from his breast pocket and emptied all the bullets into their heads, killing all of them in a flash.
"Idiots." He cussed, still not satisfied after taking the lives of his own men.
"You can't blame them, they haven't even laid eyes on Vitto yet, they're new hires." An unequivocal voice spoke up from a side of the room, which had about four gambling tables.
The voice belonged to the same man, who had been saved two days ago from an abandoned warehouse. He had in one hand a bottle of liquor, and in the other, a handgun he clutched tightly.
Too tightly.
"That bastard is going to be the death of this family." He cursed, rolling up his sleeves to reveal some whip marks on both arms.
"Where the hell do you think Vitto went?"
"Where else, that stupid hospital!" The angry man replied, pinching his forehead, a weary look on his face.
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The CEO dropped the cup of coffee hard on the desk and raised his gaze to meet that of the security guard.
"What was that?" He asked in a hard to read tone of voice.
As the security guard parted his lips to speak, the intercom in the office rang.
He wasted no time to answer it, both his hands folded across his chest, one of his thick long legs crossed on top of the other.
"Sir, there's a bunch of men in Black suits holding guns marching through the lobby downstairs. For some reason, they've requested to see you, and only you. The entire hospital is under siege as we speak, no one is allowed to come inside or leave." The panicked receptionist cried out, explaining the situation at hand.
"Let them come up, and don't do anything suspicious like trying to call the police." The CEO issued in a calm manner, "have they taken any hostages?" He asked.
"No." The woman replied.
"Just comply with their demands, and don't piss off anybody." And with that being said, he ended the call and rested his chin on his palm.
"Sir, do we call the police?" The security guard asked.
"Don't bother, it'll just lead to a shoot out and our patients will die." At that moment, Lucia popped up in his head, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was safe.
"I'll handle it, you can leave" He gruffly said not mincing words. The guard, who was unsure how the young CEO was going to deal with the situation, quietly scurried away.
He happened to meet Lucia, who stood at the elevator, waiting for it to open. Judging by her calm expression, she had no clue about the siege which was currently taking place.
The security guard made for the emergency stairs, with the intention to escape. Leaving behind the woman, who was busy day dreaming in front of the elevator.
A ding sound from the elevator snapped Lucia out of her thoughts and back into a harsh reality.
In front of her, stood about ten to fifteen men, all in black suits, brandishing a gun in their hands.
"What..." She mouthed under her breath, too afraid to move a muscle.
"Move." A man whose blonde hair was packed into a tight bun, roughly shoved to the side, sending her crashing to the floor.
"Agh." She closed her eyes and winced in pain, sure she had hurt her high maintenance body.
The men advanced, walking in sync as they headed for the CEO's office, like loyal dogs who just returned to their master.
Lucia, who barely grasped the situation at hand messily stood to her feet, and pulled out her phone to call the police for help as she rushed into the elevator.
Meanwhile, inside the office, the men neatly filed into the CEO's office, taking up more than half of the room space.
"So this is where you were hiding?" The man with a blonde bun asked, standing in front of the others. His strict gaze never left the CEO, till he helped himself to the nearest sofa.
"You gave us a hard time finding you." He went on to say, pulling a liquor holster from his breast pocket.
"And just who exactly are you?" The CEO asked, using his eyes to count just how many men were in his office at the moment. His prickly tone showed he wasn't being friendly with any of them.
Just as the assumed leader was about to say something, the men who blocked the door, parted away, allowing somebody to walk inside.
All the men in Black immediately put away their guns and bowed their heads. The man, who had sprawled across the office sofa rose to his feet, and pulled open a chair for this person.
"Who the hell might you be?" The annoyed CEO asked, burning into his memory the appearance of the person in front of him.
A woman, with high cheekbones and dark brown eyes that complimented her high ponytail. On each ear, she had on a golden earring, shaped to look like a bullet.
Hanging carelessly on her shoulders was a wine red designer suit jacket. She had on a black V-shaped crop top that exposed her big breasts.
A large tattoo on her right breast stood out, just as much as the white ripped trousers she had on. On each on her thighs, there was a gun holster, which she did not care to hide.
She slumped carelessly on the seat and placed her heels on his desk, knocking over the plaque that spelt CEO. Then crossed one leg over the other, a satisfied grin on her face.
"I'm Vittoria Moretti" She took a pause and picked up the coffee which Lucia had brought in. She pushed it to her lips and gulped all the coffee inside it in one go.
"But you can call me Vitto."