Marcello's father's eyes darted upwards, and he began sweating profusely. He grabbed hold of his collar, his face going stone-white in shock, looking like he'd just seen a ghost, as he stared at me with a terrified look in his eyes.
"Who the fuck are you?" he swallowed. "How the fuck did you get in here?"
"I know you," Aurora murmured, narrowing her eyes. "You're part of the Cosa Nostra. I've heard of you."
She balled her hands into fists, seething.
"Get the fuck out of here, you bastard. Before we call the guards in, and have you shot down dead," she threatened coldly.
"I mean, you can try," I scoffed. "I've already shot them down dead."
Her face went eerily pale as I said these words.
"It's just me, you and your father, baby girl," I rasped, yawning sarcastically.
"W – what do you want?" her father cried out. "Is it money? I can give you money."
He rummaged through his drawers desperately, gathering paperwork together.
I chuckled, amused.
Amused at his cries.
Amused at his offerings.
"I already have far more money than I know what to do with. What I want-" I trailed off my sentence, bloody murder written in my eyes. "Is Zara Amelle's freedom."
He swallowed down a lump in his throat, as he continued to sweat profusely. He was just as much of a pig as Marcello was. I guessed the saying 'Like father, like son' held fucking true in this case.
As soon as Zara's name was mentioned, Aurora's face screwed with disgust.
"All of this fuss over that disgusting fat ugly bitch," she snarled bitterly. "Look at how many fucking problems she's caused us, Dad. She's been trouble from the start. Now look what the fuck's happened. I despised the bitch from the start. I should have snapped her neck while I still had the chance."
I cocked my head to the side, my blood boiling to the point it almost dried up, becoming overtaken by fury and rage…
Just hearing this bitch speak about Zara like this, when Zara was the most phenomenal woman I'd ever met, the most phenomenal woman I'd ever fucking laid eyes on.
This horrid bitch had some nerve. Just hearing the way that she spoke about Zara, was enough for me to know how ill she'd probably been treating her whilst Zara was forced to live and stay here with her in the house.
And the rage overcame me, causing me to shake with anger, and act on impulse.
I pointed my gun straight at her face. Her hands leapt to her face in terror, as she screamed bloody murder, her life flashing before her eyes. Before I had the chance to change my mind, I blew her brains out all over the floor…
Before I cocked my head and turned my attention to her father, who was convulsing in his seat.
About to have a fucking heart attack.
"Now, now, Amato," I drawled, folding my arms. "Do you want me to put a bullet straight through your brain too… Just like I did to your daughter?"
"No, no!" he cried out, shaking. "Please, I'll do anything you say. Absolutely anything!"
I scoffed, the corners of my mouth curling upwards into a smirk. I took steps closer to him, closing the gap between us. Being able to visibly smell his foul stench and odor reeking from his body.
"I hear you had your son kill Khalid Amelle so that you could take over his Oud fragrance business," I whispered, my words strung with venom.
He convulsed in his seat, hardly able to keep himself upright.
"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I got greedy. I…"
"ENOUGH!" I roared, cutting him off his sentence.
Not wanting to hear his whining bitch-ass complaining anymore.
"Sign all the rights of the business back to Zara Amelle," I ordered sternly, my voice dropping to barely below a whisper. "You won't be owning that business anymore."
"O – okay…" he trembled.
"DO IT NOW!" I roared. "In front of me, so that I can see it with my own eyes!"
He nodded, shuddering, as he began typing away frantically on his computer. I watched him conduct contracts for Zara, signing all of the rights for the enterprise over to her.
I knew that Zara didn't have her father with her anymore…
But at the very least, she had his memory.
Everything he'd worked so hard for…
So that she could continue with his legacy.
Ensuring that he didn't die in vain.
"D – Done," he quivered.
"Good," I shrugged, and before he had the chance to scream or protest, I brought my gun up to his face, blowing his brains out all over the floor.
Letting the disgusting bastard bleed out and die.
"That's for allowing your son to forcefully marry Zara, motherfucker," I snarled, and spat on his body, as it completely emptied itself of blood, pooling around him like a damn river.
"You bastard…" came a low voice.
The corners of my mouth curled upwards into a smirk, as I felt a barrel being pointed straight to my head.
I slowly moved my face anti-clockwise, knowing that I'd hit the motherfucking jackpot.
Knowing that I'd saved myself the trouble of having to look for him.
Knowing that I was going to come face-to-face with none other than…
Marcello.