🌹FIVE YEARS LATER 🌹🍂 Diablo sat in the living room reading something. 'Seriously, how could he just give that position to him of all people'. He was thinking of getting some new changes done, but that will be after he's gone-- he thought. But when will that come?, for how long will he wait to finally establish his plans?,he groaned inwardly. As he stood up heading to his room, a voice stopped him short.
" Be at the conference hall in two minutes time!". Commanded Don Carlos, as he went off with some guards.
" Bastardo!". He groaned as he trailed behind.
* * * By 11pm
His anger suddenly changed to surprise when he stepped into the conference hall and as he shot the door.
In the front were three girls tied up looking beated.
" What's going on here?". Diablo asked surprised as he sat.
" Well apparently, 'glam gang' as they called themselves, snuck in by reasons best known to them, and refused to answer our questions. So we beat the heck outta 'em" Patrician smiled dangerously at the girls.
" Who are you, the three of you?". Diablo asked as he stood up, but they kept mute.
" I ask again, who are the three of you?. Look I'm not like these others, when I ask you, you respond immediately. So, whatever you're thinking about, probably life after here, no need, we'll still kill you for daring to step into Velvet Viper, with no iota of fear for your life. Who are the three of you?".
Still they kept mute as he groaned inwardly then stepped forward. Realising his anger issues, Don Carlos called out---
" Stop there Diablo"
" Leave it up to me" He replied and went further. Drawing out a pen knife, he slit the arm of one of them, as she winced in pain.
" Fine, fine, I'll tell you, please don't hurt me" . She groaned tears raining down her eyes.
" Good for you, go on" He showed off a dangerous smirk, holding down his weapon.
" I'm Martina, a member of the' glam gang' that's three of us. We're spies, and came to get information, when you guys caught us".
" Okay, where do you work?".
No response.
" Who's your boss?".
No response.
" I'm talking to you dimwit, need I remind you, I'll still kill you, you'll still die, so I don't even get this foolishness you're portraying here". He said irritatedly.
" Don--- Don--- Don Adriano is my boss--".
" You're a member of a mafia clan?". Patrician asked surprised as Martina panted keeping silent .
" I don't know why I need to remind you on this tarado ( dummy ), whatever you know about us, i mean Velvet Vipers, just spill, now, else I won't hesitate to slice off your head". Diablo growled and slit her other arm again, as she bursted out crying, her arms bleeding.
Diablo stood above her, staring at her void of emotions as he held the knife firmly then rolled his eyes as she kept on crying.
" Can you just shut up, and say what you have to say, you're keeping me waiting perra!". He approached her.
" Fine, I'll say it, I'll say it, Don Adriano, my boss, is the brain box, behind the death of your father". She spilled.
He stood taken aback as he kept on panting and clenching his fists.
' Well finally, the mystery behind all these sorrows have been revealed'.
" Very good! We'll not kill you yet but keep you for some usefulness. Take them away and take care of the cuts on her skin, and give them food to eat. Don't let them die, else you'll loose your life,got it!".
" Yes bo-- I mean Señor Diablo"Domingo, a member, stuttered.
Diablo inwardly smirked. His character just displayed now showed off how good it would be, for him to be their boss and giving orders around.
On the other hand, he turned to stare at Don Carlos, who looked raging mad. He tried HARD, not to laugh as he turned away .
" You pathetic fool, he's not your boss!". He growled furiously.
" Well I would have been if not for some misunderstanding---".
" Its not a misunderstanding, but a Will---". He barked.
" That's what I meant old man, no need to rant". He rolled his eyes.
" How dare you roll your eyes at me?, you useless , disrespectful---".
" Hold it right there Mr Man, don't talk to me that way, don't you dare!. Last I checked, you were just a made man, that grew up to be a Cappo. And then stole my position as the boss---".
" Who are you talking to?". He growled and stood up.
" No one other than the red haired somebody standing before me". He shot back as a bullet flew to him, but just in time, he docked as it slid past his eye.
" Oh, you wanna play smart now huh?". As he made to walk forward, few guards held him tight.
" Its enough, don't go too far Diablo, thats our boss".
" Oh, you call me by my name now huh, point of correction, YOUR boss, not mine. Not even in your next life will you assume a position over me, I'd rather die, Vete a la chingada ( go to hell!)". He barked .
" Who are you talking to?".
" So you've gone deaf now?". He scoffed.
Don Carlos growled, trying to battle with his uncontrollable anger.
( Looks like anger runs in the family!!!!!!).
" Shoot him!". He commanded but still, they remained stiff.
" I said shoot him, are you deaf?". He yelled in anger.
Domingo let go of him and held his gun up to shoot him, as Diablo stood folding his arms staring at him prepared for the worst.
" Do it, shoot me then since your boss commanded it". Diablo said.
" I--I-- can't. My apologies Don Carlos". Domingo's hand fell down. Don Carlos stared shocked at what just took place, before his very eyes, just then, he noticed Diablo smirking at him.
" So you see ' Don Carlos' , your members, still have that strong respect and absolute loyalty solely on the previous boss, the real boss and then his son, which is me obviously". He taunted as he walked away then stepped out of the door.
" And yeah, take care of those girls like i told you to" He said without turning back then walked away, slamming the door.
Domingo sighed as he gestured two other guards that stepped forward, then they carried the girls and left.
***
Diablo walked away in total satisfaction about transpired between him and Don Carlos, but then he still thought of the matter at hand now, ' how to over throw Don Carlos', what he've been battling with for five years now. He then sighed and jogged up the stairs.
' But at least one major issue is solved' he thought as he finally reached the room. His mother had earlier given him the password to it, and then gave him the key. The password was the time, he ( Don Emilano ) got the posi of being the boss.
As he dialed it, he inserted the key, then the door went open, he stepped in and locked it from inside.
He stared around at the room, his father's room. He sighed sadly at his expensive portraits hung about, here and there. He looked at the one, of just the three of them ( him, his mother and his Dad ) that was years back when he graduated from high school. All his life, he's been an only child and he loved it that way. From the time he was little, even to when he became an early teenager, he didn't know of the clan, though he was among their mist. There was always a limit to everything he did, which always made him go mad!. Well, everything changed on his eighteenth birthday when he snuck out of his house and followed his father to the ' dark den'. The sight of the murderous death before him, made him scream and then his father saw him. He ( Don Emilano ) later ended up telling him everything and he ( Diablo ) was shocked beyond words.
There were several times he thought of exposing his father to the cops, but just the thought of never seeing him again, made him back off those thoughts.
The sight on that very night gave him series of nightmares till it slowly faded, as his father introduced and thought him their lifestyle. Thinking of how he could barely pick up a knife back then and how he just easily, slit off people's neck now, baffled him a bit on how he just transformed...
What a world!.
He thought, as he snapped back to reality. He started searching around the room, for just anything, anything against him, that could just get rid of him. He opened drawers with both keys and passwords. As he opened a drawer the over heaped files flew around the room. Just great!. He thought as he went around picking them till he was done, heaped them back and locked the drawer. As he opened the last one at the bottom, he saw a file that read ' original copy of my Will ' at the top. He just rolled his eyes, at how his father gave his position, to that bastard. But as he glanced around it, he saw something that made him gasp for air...
A Week Later.
LA BURNESSA---------. By 10pm
Tn Tn Tn Tn n..... the beat went on.
( Shakira, Shakira ).
I never really knew she could dance like this,
She makes a man wanna speak Spanish,
Cosiama sì, Bonita sí, Micasa, Shakira Shakira.
Oh baby when you talk like that,
You make a woman go mad,
So be wise, and keep on;
Reading all the signs of my body,
Oh I'm on tonight, you know my hips don't lie, I'm starting to feel it now,
All the attraction,
The tension,
Don't you see baby this is perfection,
Oh boy I can see your moving.....
The song ( hips don't lie by Shakira ) went on and on, as the girls twisted, and whined their hips, some dancing and whining on the guys.
The bar was dim, and even though people couldn't really see through it, he noticed some ladies staring at him, as he turned away gulping down a bottle of alcohol.
" Hey handsome, buenas ( hi )". A girl slightly waved as Diablo turned to her.
" Uhm, do you mind us.....". She started blushing.
" Back off lady, before I shoove this bottle down your throat". He said trying to keep his cool. She walked away slightly disappointed as he rolled his eyes..
Desperate bitches, he thought.
Just want nothing than getting on your bed, enticing your bed, enticing you and then demanding for high amount of money like it just grew on trees.
" Hola ( hello )". He turned as a familiar baritone voice got to his hearing.
"Mucho tiempo sin verlo Diablo ( long time no see Diablo )".
Diablo turned back to see....
" Espera un segundo... Esteban ( Hold on... Esteban)".
" Yeah it's me, the better and new me". He smiled as they both shook hands.
" So, it's been long man, how have you been?". Esteban asked.
" Terrible, like awful these past years". Diablo rolled his eyes.
" I heard Señora Graciela, our english teacher in highschool had an accident last two months and has been in a coma since----".
" Wow, mm, so you still pay attention to all those, i mean keep in touch with them?". He gulped down his drink.
" Yeah I do. Are you okay, why are you drinking like this----".
" Like how?". He smirked and drank again.
" Urgh you arsehole. You drink like a maniac, like your life depends on it. Stop it!".
Diablo rolled his eyes and kept on drinking.
" And then, I heard your father, -----".
" Passed away. Yeah, yeah". He sighed deeply.
" I'm so sorry for your loss, -----".
" Don't mention, just don't wanna remember that". He groaned and left the bottle accidentally, as it crashed on the floor.
He exhaled deeply and stood up.
" Are you leaving". Esteban asked as he stood up too.
" Yeah, anything?".
" Not much, can we switch contacts?".
" Sure". He replied and told him his, as Esteban then saved his ( Diablo ) in his ( Diablo ) phone.
" See you later Diablo".
" Yeah".
He staggered out and drove home back to the estate.
*****
After freshing up, he got dressed in his PJ's then slowly went to his mother's room.
" Mum, momma?". He called and opened the door and looked around, she wasn't here.
After searching in some places, he finally headed to the family's bar and barged in.
Don Carlos, and his mom sat down drinking red wine.
" Come join us in-law , to make a toast on our achievement and growth of the clan".
He smiled as Diablo faked one back, glanced at his mother and got to the wine rack , selected a white one, then came to sit down.
" Why not drink this?, It has a nice quality taste". He raised a brow.
" I'm okay with this".
They drank as silence swept across the room, a very uncomfortable one.
" So Señor Carlos Perez, you thought you could just come in, like the awful gold digger you are, and inherit a wealth that's not yours?". He clenched the drink in his hand.
" What's that supposed to mean?". He growled.
" Oh, you have the audacity to bark at me---".
" Diablo--".
" Hold it right there mom, I don't wanna yell at you. You're yelling at me, in my father's house you shameless old pauper". He barked.
" How dare--".
" Just keep it and read this". He flung the paper to him as he read in shock.
" So you had the audacity, the effontery to fake my father's will just to swoop in and take that position. I just always doubted my father passed that down to you, even some times I acted rebellious, he never acted mean to me".
Don Carlos then growled tearing it up.
" The Will is fake, everything about it".
" Just tear it up , idiota, that's photocopied. But trust me when I say, I will deal with you and that poor wretched imbecile, you scoundrel-----".
" Enough Diablo, stop it, stop disrespect----". She suddenly felt a terrorizing pain, grip her belly as she started puking out blood in torrents, shaking violently.
Diablo stared at her confused.
" Mum are you alright?".
She kept on puking blood as he panicked. Just as he made to approach and rush her out, he noticed Don Carlos smirking, a very evil, cunning one. ' Wait, hold on a sec....'
" You poisoned my mom?". His voice laced with authority, worry and anger all at the same time.
"Carlos , you poisoned my mother, and then intended to do the same to me?". He growled but he ( Don Carlos ) couldn't stop laughing evilly.
Suddenly, anger and hatred, gripped his soul, enticing his heart, taking the better side of him .
He felt betrayal from the Cappo Carlos, as pain stung through his chest. Totally forgetting his mother's condition, he gulped down his wine, smashed half of his glass cup and approached Don Carlos. Just as he stopped laughing, he realized he was held on the shirt by Diablo, as he chocked when he forcefully gripped his neck.
" I promised you i was going to deal with you right? now let me just give you a simple death invitation. You know I've always despised you, but you just turned out to be my useless uncle, my dad loved, one i never believed would think of harming me. As you rot in hell for the rest of your pathetic life, always know that I Perez Diablo would forever despise you with all my heart till I breathe my very last!. Good bye Carlos". He gave an evil glare.
" Di--a--blo don't---".
" Save that speech for your entry words into hell, bastardo!". He cursed beneath his breath.
" Di--a--blo don't d-do this". Without thinking, he raised the half broken glass cup, and stabbed his neck forcefully. He shoved it deeper and deeper on his throat as he ( Don Carlos) chocked, then he withdrew it, and stabbed him again and again as blood splashed on his face, his white hair and then his shirt. But nevertheless, he didn't mind and kept on stabbing him with hatred and anger in his eyes. He had to end his life once and for all,
No obstacle, no hinderance in his way to prevent his actions.
By the time he was done, as he panted, Don Carlos sat on the chair, eyes wide open, mute, moving. No breathing, no pulse felt.....
He was dead!
Gone and about to be dusted off!.
Suddenly, his mind cleared off as he noticed something....
He gasped as he rushed towards his mother and held her.
By the time he rushed her to their hospital inside the clan, she was already dead. He groaned and buried his face in his palms in utter dismay.
Why didn't he save her life first? Why does anger always have to take over him? He thought. It's just coz he was dared. He hated competition, being dared against his wish. Sadly he returned home after his mum had been placed in the mortuary.
*****
He stared disgustingly at the body there as he yelled out;
" Domingo!".
By the time Domingo arrived, he was shocked to the bones, by the figure that lay dead there.
" Call Luis and Abrààm . You three should do away with that body now, before I loose my temper. How can I leave here and return seeing this pathetic thing, I mean you guys didn't even notice?".
" I'm so sorry boss, my apologies". He bowed slightly as he looked at Diablo's face blood stained.
" Stop staring at me that way. Secondly after doing this, you guys should go on a search for that imbecile, who goes by the name ' Cayetano Lopez '. By tomorrow gather our members at the conference hall by noon for a brief discussion".
As he ( Diablo ) was about to leave, he turned.
" Oh yeah, once you've gotten the so- called lawyer, keep him in hostage at the ' dark den' . You know how we treat enemies, I don't need to remind you".
With that, he tucked his hands in his pocket and left.
*******
As he lay in bed, his mind drifted to Carlos and the fake Will. How could he be so stupid, as to bring an outsider INSIDE the clan and then just let him go out, like that, unharmed, even without leaving him dead?. He sighed. As he was about to drift off to sleep, his phone rang.
' Oh fuck it!'
Who's that person that wanna take away sleep from his eyes. As he saw the caller , he frowned and reluctantly picked it.
" Hey babe". The voice went over the phone.
" What d'you want Isla?".
" Just you honey boo, besides I wanted to ask you if you're gonna be free tomorrow".
" I'm not gonna be, good night". He cut her off and activated his phone to silent drifting off to sleep.
******
The Next Morning
" So everyone's aware of Don Carlos death, am I correct?". Diablo turned, around his hands in his pockets.
" No Señor. Why did you kill him, with all due respect?". Patrician asked confused.
" Don't worry Pat. Once the time comes, you'll know my reasons". He said and turned away.
She nodded and sat.
"The main some for gathering you all here , is to tell you, we have an appointment in the next one hour, so everyone should be prepared.we'll all leave by exactly 1pm.
Reunión desestimada ( meeting dismissed )" He concluded and left.