The Mafia & The Billionaire

Serene’s POV

“Location?” I asked Enzo over the phone after calling him when the elevator closed. I received his text message saying the man who knew about my mom’s killer was in our custody.

“Building 11,” he replied, and then I ended the call and went to the basement car parking where he was. I asked one of my men to trace the man who killed my mother. I have been doing this for a long time, and this is the first time they have caught someone. I got in Enzo’s car, and he started driving.

Building 11 is one of our organization’s properties; some may call it a hideout. Unlike in the movies, our properties were full of working people. Not our people, but civilian people who work with our company. Of course, we have businesses. We also have to be strong financially so we can do everything. People who worked in the organization also had their salaries and, compared to regular jobs, earned a lot.

We arrived at our destination, and I saw our men spread around. Civilians will never notice that they are working for us because they look normal when conversing. They don’t look like the ones in the movies, wherein they make them appear scary.

One of the guards in the building opened the door for me when Enzo parked the car in front. I see everyone looking at me, and I acknowledge them with a simple nod. Simple as that. I know the people who work for me, so there’s no need to approach me. I made it a point to make them recognize each other from the highest rank to the lowest.

We trust each other, so we have no problem having a traitor. We treat everyone as family, ensuring that no one falls behind. We entered the building and went straight to the elevator for personnel. For safety reasons, we prohibited civilians from using this particular elevator. We stopped at the 10th floor, and I followed Enzo when he got out and entered a room.

It was a soundproof room, so no matter how much noise we made, no one would ever hear us. Again, this is for security reasons. When I entered the room, I saw a man sitting on a chair with his hand behind him, tied to the chair. I approached him and took a closer look.

“You didn’t hurt him,” I said, and no one answered. Although I was certain they were determined to kill the man, we could not subject him to torture unless we proved their guilt. Well, he is guilty. On our way here, Enzo informed me about everything he did. Kidnapping of women and sending them to sex slavery. Kidnappings of children only to take their organs and sell them. He is evil, and I don’t think he can live until later today. We must punish him for the sake of all his victims’ families. I looked at the man again and saw him arrogantly smirking at me. I wanted to gouge out his eyes with my bare hand, but I didn’t. I needed to find an answer from him first. Until then, I had to be patient with him.

I looked at Enzo, and he nodded and then showed the man the sketch of the man who killed my mother. “You know him?” I asked. He was arrogant, so he smirked at me and said,

“If you let me fuck you, I could.” I smiled sweetly at his response.

“He’s useless. Kill him.” Then, I turned my back. But before I could even complete my turn, he shouted.

“I’m sorry, I am going to tell you.” I looked around and inquired.

“Didn’t I already say, kill him?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“What if he knew him?” Enzo asked.

“He is not the only person in the world with whom the bastard had a transaction. We will be able to find someone else who is more cooperative. He may even be bluffing to prolong his life.”

“No, I really know him,” he said, which made my men chuckle.

“You think that it will save you from getting killed?” they asked, and I saw fear on his face.

“Boss, we have to find out at least what he knows,” Enzo said. He was rational, and I knew he also wanted to find my mom’s killer.

“You know that I hate torture,” I told him.

“If that is the only way to get what we want, why not?” he asked. I looked at him and realized that he was serious.

“It’s up to you then,” I told him, and I sat on the couch intended for me. I decided to watch them.

“Who is this man?” Hamilton, my best man, asked. When it comes to killing, he is the most ruthless and could torture anyone beyond repair.

“We had a transaction five times in a row. He was asking me about a woman I met when I went to a jewelry store.” The man replied. I looked at him and saw him glancing at me. “I told him about what I found out about the woman, and he paid me handsomely. On our next transaction, he wanted me to tail the woman and report to him everything I would find out about her. I did it, and the third time, he gave me a knife with blood on it. He wanted me to keep it or throw it somewhere no one would ever find it. The fourth time, he told me to follow the little girl, and I saw her riding on a truck, and I reported that to him,” he continued.

“What about the fifth time?” Hamilton asked.

“When he asked me to get the payment for whatever he did and then deliver it to his chosen address,” he answered.

“Whom did you get the money from?” Hamilton continued asking. The man was still looking at me as if trying to recognize me.

“I don’t know; I never saw his face. When I arrived at the place, the money was already there. Whoever it was, he just left a note at the meeting place, telling me where the money was, so I took it after I found it,” the man replied.

“From which organization does this man belong?” I asked.

“No one; he works alone, and I had an idea that he was the assassin that deals with their client through another person.” The man answered, and I held out my hand.

“Don’t kill me. I know where he was,” he said fearfully after seeing Enzo hand me a gun. “He lives in the suburbs of Portico–” he said, and I didn’t let him finish his words and shot him in the forehead. I was mad, and there was no way that he would keep his life after what I had found out. I stood up, and I handed Enzo the gun back to him.

“I need to go home now. I have a husband waiting for me,” I said, leaving the room with Enzo. We were in the car when Enzo told me.

“I am going to send people there.” I nodded in agreement. I knew that he already had an idea about who that man was. We have learned about a certain assassin hired by influential people, mostly politicians, but we never saw his face. We were driving back quietly. Enzo didn’t bother me, as he knew what I was thinking.

“Make sure to keep him alive,” I told him when I got out of his car when we reached the basement parking lot, having my mom in mind. I swear to find out who was behind her death. One thing is for sure: he was not from one of our enemies; it was from other things, and I intend to find that out. An itchy feeling surrounds me, and there’s this gut feeling that Lorenzo was behind it. He had better make sure that he was not the one who plotted that because I’m going to make sure to make him pay 100 times over.