Marcello Diabolo.
The successor of Diabolo House. After a long rivalry war, he finally has the whole of Italy at the palm of his hands. He betrayed anyone that called him a friend and those he called friends, brutally butchered his enemies and even those that were his partners in crime.
"Stop being dramatic, Carlo. You of all people should have known my plans" he pointed a silver glock 17 at his partner, no, former partner.
Carlo could only smile at his friend who was pointing a gun at his head. He looked around to see his family dead. It was an unexpected attack. His father, mother, father's mistress and even his siblings were all dead. They were all killed by the one he called his friend. No, Carlo thought of him as something more than a friend.
"There was no need for you to kill my family. We've always supported each other from the start" Carlo spoke softly to Marcello.
"I know. That's the reason I'm doing this. If I need a new partner, I just have to get a new one. If you're worried, I'll give you a perfect burial, close to your pitiful lifeless family"
"Marcello!!!" Carlo yelled but Marcello pushed Carlo's head with the gun. He placed his finger around the trigger.
"You were a good partner, Carlo. If one day we meet again, probably in hell, make sure you kill me ten times over" he grinned one last time before pulling the trigger. The bullet blew Carlo's head.
Marcello's eyes had no life in them. He felt no single emotion after killing Carlo. He just gazed at the bodies in the living room as he wiped the blood off his face.
"The last family has been wiped out. Contact my father. The assignment is complete" he spoke with a cold voice. His men behind him who were also soaked with blood nodded their heads.
Marcello dropped the white handkerchief over Carlo's body after using it to wipe the blood off his hands.
"Clean the mess" he ordered as he went to the car. While he waited for his men to get rid of the mess, he stared at his phone. The cover photo was a picture of him and a drunk Carlo.
He ran his fingers through the picture and lowered his head. His shoulder was slightly trembling as if he was crying.
"Pfft"
He suddenly couldn't hold the laughter as he raised his head. He brushed his wet black hair to the back with his palm.
"Ah fuck! Carlo didn't even show any emotions till the end. His eyes... That fucking eyes.... I guess I won't see it anymore" he spoke to himself.
There was a loud blast from the Morano family mansion. The smell of blood and burning flesh filled the air. The thick black smoke that rose from the burning house was proof that the last family on his list has been eliminated.
His driver entered the car and slammed the door.
"Boss..."
"Head back to the manor" he gave an order.
"Yes boss!"
They drove off to the Diabolo manor. The Morano family has been wiped out and the Diabolo now have Italy at the palm of their hands. Marcello knew that was the end of his assignment. All that's left is for him to become the Mafia lord.
Well, that's what he thought till his father gave him a new assignment.
"Get married!"
Two Months Later...
In another country, far from Italy. A lady dressed in a short blue designer gown and a pair of red shoes. Her hair was light brown, which matched her brown doe eyes.
She was having an argument with her father and her older brother. Repeatedly, she slammed her hand on the desk as she kept on refusing to go to Italy.
"I'm not going to marry that monster, father. You can't force me!"
"Nadia, you are doing this for our family. The heir of that house can be a monster, there's no way he would hurt you if he's going to marry you" her father tried to convince her but, it wasn't working.
Her older brother who stood at the corner of the office, leaning on her wall. He folded his hands, staring at his sister. A deep frown appeared on his face because if his sister doesn't accept this proposal, it could ruin the family.
"Are you doing this because of Eduardo?" He suddenly asked.
Nadia flinched at the mention of that name. She swallowed the emptiness in her mouth and glanced at her brother. Her silence gave an obvious answer.
"Eduardo is just a guard. No, he's a slave that father bought with his money. He's a typical trash. You are a princess born of clean blood, while he's the opposite" Luca frowned as he stepped forward. He has heard of his sister's illicit affair with her personal guard. He chose to neglect it, thinking he was just a toy. But, she ended up falling for him.
"Don't speak bad about Eduardo" Nadia clenched her fist.
Her father sprung up from his seat.
"Eduardo? I should have killed him instead when I had the chance"
"Father!" Nadia yelled.
"Leave it to me, father. I'll end his life now" Luca sighed and was about to bring out his gun before Nadia screamed.
"Fine! I'll... I'll marry the heir of the house Diabolo. Only if, Eduardo comes with me"
Luca smirked.
"It's a deal then" he said. Luca was sure that if that devil sees another man lingering around his bride to be, he'll kill Eduardo once and for all"
"You'll leave for Italy in three days. Get ready, Nadia" her father uttered. She turned around and left her father's office.
She rushed outside the manor to cry and bumped into someone with a firm body. He wore a black thick pant and a black polo. He was more than six feet tall, his hair was naturally blonde and his eyes... Light blue. He's handsome, not just handsome. His physique was to die for. The polo on his body was so tight on his body, almost as if it was hanging on for its life.
He gently held Nadia who was crying in his arms.
"Ed, my father forced me. I'm sorry, I have to marry that monster, Marcello Diabolo" she cried.
He held her tighter and silently grinned. He was excited. He waited two months to arrange the marriage between those two just so he would get his revenge.
"It's alright Nadia, I'll make sure you don't get to marry him..." He spoke calmly with his thick and cold voice.
That's because I'll be killing him before you even plan the wedding.
That's what he thought.