Chapter 19: Chapter 19
Adding finishing touches to my makeup in front of the vanity mirror I pause, letting my head fall back, soft sighs escapes still trying to wrap the past evident in my head. My hand caress my stomach knowing I will never forgive myself for taking my child's father away from him. I only hope when the time comes he forgives me.
Just as I wallow in my shallow thoughts in came Ella in boy shorts and a tank top, this time her braids are gone giving her a soft look.
"Hey?" Leaning back arms across her bosom watching me worriedly.
"Tell me you are okay." Dropping the lipstick on the table turning at the sound of her worried tone getting to meet her by the door. I take a hand in mine.
"I am meant to ask you that." Recalling the days event and all she passed through in the
hands of Leandro.
"Let me see." She drawls tapping her index to her chin looking away thoughtful. "I got kidnap, used as a bid to get a sexy ransom, almost got killed, twice I might add. Two syllables...
Splendid." Her face held amusement reflecting mine and soon we burst into giggles. "You really need to stop asking me that, look I grew up in the worst street in Atlanta, went through the worst form of foster care in Brooklyn uhm what else... Yeah, and I moved to Miami after highschool. So can you stop fretting for just a second. Trust me, that is not the first time I have been held at gunpoint. Okay with the exception of the whole mafia vibe shit."
"Now tell me, are you ready to do this. If you are, I'm in too." Hands on my arms she looks into my eyes with a piercing gaze. Guess she didn't find anything otherwise giving a sigh brushing stray strands off her face.
"Good. Now go show those elites, sorry elders right?" I chuckle walking past her to my ride outside.
"Later." Throwing behind hearing her soft giggles.
I was expecting to feel a sense of panicky, anxiety or maybe doubt but I didn't. Instead all I feel is emptiness knowing I have nothing to lose. I am ready to face the elders of the Italian mafia. The men who saw the end of our illegal works done in every continent, from drug snuggling to sells of arms and the rest. They are appointed to see that nothing goes amiss reporting back to my father. So it is possible to say they are ruthless, sleazy, notorious and dangerous, charged to execute under the Italian empire, under my father's rule. When we were much younger, my brother and I call them undertakers. And now, I and my brother is to face them and reclaim power under the Vatore's name.
"Ma'am." My driver and bodyguard alert me of our arrival to the one place that brings back memories. My home.
"Thank you." Another opens the door for me.
Stepping down from the car standing in front of my home brought back memories I once
buried to me. I never thought a day will come when I will be back in the Vatore's empire. My eyes scans everywhere till it got to the passageway. My crisp white outfit radiates a powerful aura, a Vatore's presence. The click clack of my white heels move into the building till it got to the room full of men whose eyes trains on the arrival of a distinct female in the room.
**********Conversation in Italian**********
"Gentlemen." My bodyguard pulls a seat at the head table for me as I take my seat looking at the men who questions my presence with their penetrating gaze. "Good to have you here at such short notice and in case you are still wondering who am I to call the plug on this meeting... I am Sonia Vatore." Ruckus starts amongst the seven men representing the Italian mafia in each continent.
"It can't be. You died. Leandro confirmed it to us all." Says Mario the north America undertaker who eyes me, the rest nod their heads affirmative to his comment.
"Well here I am and so is my brother who is unavoidably absent taking back our glory from men who seem to take over the throne from us. We have come to take our place and to have your allegiance." Meeting their alarmed gaze with a smile.
"We have an enemy within us and one or two of you might have something to do with it. Leandro Flavio." I see a few shifting uneasy, crossing a leg over the other I continue. "I want to believe you all sitting here are innocent of the conspiracy over my head." OH, you could smell the fear...so prominent. "That leads me to the event at hand, I want every transactions, deals, contracts, everything linked to the Italian mafia to be cut off with him, his immunity nullified and as of this moment he is termed a traitor and to be killed at sight." Daring any of them to defy me with my piercing hazel.
"Conspiracy? What conspiracy? The ones who should be on our death list is the Russians. They started a war with us by killing the our head, your father." Andrea the European undertaker counters.
About to reply, one whom I suspect works for Leandro chuckles taking my attention to him. "Why must we obey the woman who rumor carries she slept with the Russian wolf?" Another uproar with him having a grin on his face. Slowly I uncross my leg sitting up, my hands on the table looking at him as the others grew silent watching me.
"You dare challenge me Giuseppe." Taking my eyes away from him to the rest of the men I'm this close to blowing the wits out of their brains. "In me is the Italian heir and the Russian heir. Elijah Vladimir Ivanov is dead."
"You lie." One counters causing them all to laugh.
"I killed him myself. I killed my baby's father and don't for one second think I won't give the same fate to you." That silence them immediately. "So hold your tongue or you won't have one next time." Looking daringly into their eyes waiting for any of them to raise a voice against me, then they will see the devil I have become.
"My father entrusted you all to serve him and I hold that oath tied with the Vatore's name. He was trusting to you all, provided for your families, kept them safe under his name but that got him killed by Leandro and the Russians. He died as a result of love but I. Am. Not. My.
Father." Letting an obvious meaning to those deep words.
"If I killed the father of my child, I won't hesitate to bring down anyone going against my late father's empire." This time my eyes slowly follows theirs before it lands on Giuseppe giving my own satisfying smile watching him gulp looking away.
"Find me Leandro or suffer the same fate as the Russian wolf but worse." I command watching their stunned faces. Satisfied by the looks I got, I step away from my seat walking out of the room confident, proud and more so thirsty for blood.