Chapter 82: Chapter Eighty Two
*Elena*
She sits in the driver seat of her black 2024 Lincoln Navigator with dark tinted windows watching the doors of the restaurant across the street. She had wanted Ivy to join her on this little expedition, but the girl had disappeared again. Probably to one of her many fuck buddies she had waiting on her hand and foot. She admits her daughter had become quite the whore lately. She was going to have to slap some sense into her and teach her some dignified class once she marries Dario in the near future.
She was sick and tired of all the gossip and whispers about how Ivy was such a slut that she would open her legs to any man who threw cash at her. For too long she and her daughter were the butt of the joke to the wives of the higher society. And she was sick of it. Soon she was going to be richer than all of them and be married to one of the most influential names out there.
It was too bad that Enzo Giordano didn’t like the game. Being on the highest rankings of the mafia warlords he could have it all if he so much as put his mind to it. Not only did he have the name, but he had the statue of a true man who was the most handsome and sought out bachelor out there. But his heart was too weak, too soft just like his mother’s.
A car pulls up in front of the restaurant where her husband and some of his men were dinning. A place that was well guarded and not well known to his enemies. But just a slip of the tongue could change all that as she watches two more cars pull up and a horde of men rushing out of the vehicles clad in black wearing face masks as they barged in the place. A loud commotion starts followed by instant gunfire that lit the place up. Screams and cries rent the air as bystanders rush out of the place. All within minutes the shooting stops and fewer less men than had gone in came rushing out, slamming in the vehicles and raced down the street.
Elena smirks as everything was quiet when loud blaring sirens were heard in the distance. Putting her car back in drive she drives away from the curve and heads back home where she will be the grieving wife when she finds out her husband had been murdered while eating his favorite pasta.
As she turns on the main street her cell goes off. Seeing Dario’s name on the screen she smiles and answers right away. “Is it safe for you to even be calling me right now my dear?” she asks sweetly.
“The phone is a burner, so no need to worry about that. I have confirmation that Alejandro is dead. Shot multiple times in the face and chest. You are now a widow my dear.”
She chuckles with glee. “Perfect. And when we get married everything he owns will now be yours, my love.”
“Yes about that were you even aware that your late husband owns the bank quite a bit of money?”
She frowns at the tone of his voice. Making a left onto another less busy street she tells him, “The bank has no grounds to take his late wife’s assets and estates left to her. They can’t touch it. By right they now belong to me through Gabriela as her stepmother until I find her a husband, or her death occurs.”
“You really are a stupid woman aren’t you?” His tone becomes hard and emotionless. “Do you honestly believe I’m stupid enough not to know that Gabriela holds more than just a few estates and lands? I know all about her grandfather’s inheritance and his will that stipulates that her first born child inherits the entire fortune. You have nothing to offer me Elena.”
Anger slowly seeps into her bones at his implication. “We made a deal Moretti. I kill my husband, and you marry me to get his fortune.”
“Fortune? You’re broke Elena. After the bank takes everything you won’t even have a penny to your name. The Russo name is done for. No longer in the game. All the men that backed him will flee or beg me for employment. Ivy has nothing. But Gabriela, who was promised to me since the beginning, has everything to gain. She can bare me children Elena…you can’t. Now why would I marry an old hag that’s withering in the sun when I already have a flower ready to bloom?”
Squeezing the wheel tightly she bares her teeth in rage. “You bastard! How dare you use me like this! I will not be cast aside like some washed out hag! I won’t let you get away with this you fucking prick!” She screeches.
He then chuckles. “Oh sweetheart, but I already did. Tell your husband in hell that I said hello.”
Just then bright headlights flash on the side of her as a huge dump truck smashes head on into her vehicle. The loud sound of crunching, skidding, and metal breaking rent the air causing her car to fly several feet as it rolled over multiple times. Once it finally stops the door of the tuck opens and a man jumps down. Quickly walking to the damaged wreck he checks to see her eyes wide open and blood everywhere. He bends down and picks up her broken cell phone and heads back to the truck and drives away into the dark night where not a single witness was around.