Just like that, they strode into the house and head straight to the basement where Marcel has been kept.
Alejandro was seen with black tape in his hand, one would think he was using for something that does not make sense, but that was how Alejandro works, he was a beast in human's suite.
"That tape what is Alejandro using for?".
Crystal asks trying to avoid contact with her father. She was not ready yet.
"Well, he uses when shit is about to go down. But guess what, right here, he would place the tape to cover Marcel's mouth and then remove it at an unexpected time. That sit really hurt if you try it". Klaus answers and they both came into view as the men in the room finally perceive the cold aura of no one else but Nicklaus Rasario himself.
"Wassup bitch" was what Nicklaus first staring directly at Marcel Gerardo.
"It is Vincenzo son. I have heard a lot about you. Vincenzo really gave you some shit." Was what Mercel replied with. Spitting out the blood that has managed to form in his mouth during Alejandro's little torture.
"Only good things I am assuming."he shoots back. "Everybody that talked shit about me is dead".
Nicklaus was a man that does not need to go back home to his momma for replies. He got his own words, savagely on the tip of his tongue.
"Yep. Definitely Vincenzo's boy. I am impressed".
Marcel answers still boldy. Before passing his glare back to the little frame near Klaus.
She was his daughter, the daughter he didn't give a shit about.
"Red". Was what Marcel called her. Crystal was not sure why he called her that, but she knew he was speaking to her. His gaze was upon her, boring daggers at her.
"Red?". Crystal whispers clearly confused. Even Klaus.
"You haven't seen her pussy hair then. Klaus hasn't fucked you yet. You wanted her as your main bitch?".
Marcel asks. Hoping to get some infuriating replies from Klaus.
But his features didn't falter. His face remaining stone cold.
It was like he felt no emotions. He did a very good job at keeping his emotions at bay.
But not Crystal she felt embarrassed. The man- who was her father -spoke of her indecently.
"Let's get straight to the fucking point. I am here not to talk shit about your daughter's pussy colour. Which you have no decency to speak of. Well, I have come to think these. Since your life and your daughter's life is at stake, I suggest you work the math out quickly".
Nicklaus pauses for a while before he continues.
The said man watches Klaus with a curious look. Before it was replaced by a look of lost.
He could not wrap the math together. He looked lost.
Nicklaus groaned.
"Orméta bitch" He utters, before hissing.
Alejandro chuckles. He liked the sound of the plan.
(A/N---. Just to clear thing, Orméta simply means "Manliness". To buttress, it is Literally, the word "manliness"--the implication being that it is not manly to go to legally established authorities to settle disputes. A more popular and more simplified definition of the code of omertà is: "Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
😁😁. So Nicklaus was no coward nor is he a fool. Nicklaus is a smart ass😁😃🤭☹️).
Marcel's eye grew wide. The code was only used by one person.
"Bloom" he muttered. Bloom is Crystal's mother's name.
"SÌ. Bloom. Mi ha pensato bene, cazzo. Mi chiamo Fantasma per un motivo, mi conosci bene, cazzo."Nicklaus retorted in Italian, leaving Crystal out of the loop. She was the only one who did not understand the freeking language. Italian language was so sweet she could swear she wanted Klaus to keep speaking it.
(In English: " Yes. Bloom. She thought me the fuck well. I am named fantasma for a reason, you know me the fuck well.")
"Fa-fantasma is real?. No fantasma is a myth."Marc argued. But the look on Klaus was not in for an argument. Or correction.
He carries a no nonsense look.
The man quickly composed asks.
"Fa_famtasma, What are your terms?". Marcel replies shakily, yet the fear was not obvious in his eyes.
Klaus lean further to Crystal, almost like he wasted to kiss her.
But the look in his eyes was saying otherwise.
"What I am about to do is the kindest thing I have ever done. I don't usually give a shit about people but I promised Bloom. She was my back bone. Your mother is the reason I sparing the nit-wit. So Orméta I go with". He explained to Crystal, yet she did not yet understand him.
The whole thing about Orméta, she did not know what it meant.
But one thing she knows was that it was a mafia code.
And her mother usually uses it. And Nicklaus took over, his own name is "fantasma".
And that her mother was an hired assassin who worked in the shadows who had brought Nicklaus up in the same way. And whose name was "Bloom".
She didn't need to think much of it. She still have much time to ask Nicklaus about these things she didn't know about. The Mafia was indeed complicating.
And it gave her chills.
"Your father here, he will live in the shadows. He would work under me. Protect me from every bitches. And Alejandro would work for him. And in return, he gives me my armory. And then I have Crystal. Simply put,code of honor and vow of silence. No body knows how my shit runs". And just like that, Klaus brought out a gun and shot the man in the leg.
And he faked a sorry expression. "Oh my, my hand sliped".
"Fuck" Marcel screamed at the excruciating pain he was experiencing.
"Bam" another gunshot on the same fucking feet. Marcel's voice went high-pitched.
Blood gushing down the man's right leg.
Crystal winced. The only thought on her mind was why her father called her "Red".
"sei un coglione. Fantasma" Marcel cursed loudly. (In English: You're a dick fantasma)
Marcel hollared as he winces against the pain on his leg.
"Your daughter with red-haired pussy already called me a dick. She must have been obsessed with it." Nicklaus answered and winked at Crystal who was following him closely in the side. She had kept quiet since.
He could see the blush on her sheejs when he winked at her.
"He thinks you're a myth?" Crystal asks a way of defending the blush that had crept up her cheeks.
"No one ever fucks with a myth. Fantasma to the underworld is a myth love. But I live" Nicklaus replies and like that, they had a change of plan.
Marcel did not have to die, it was just a matter of code.
"Orméta"