Chapter 25 : They Danced
Chapter 25: They Danced
Angelo
I got out of the car, buttoning my suit jacket before climbing the giant porch of our mansion. Not that we lived here much and I walked inside, passing through the giant black double doors which were always opened. Santoros smirked at me from where he was sitting on the couch with some naked woman kneeling by his feet with a gag in her mouth. He was on his laptop, not looking at the woman. Lucas preferred slaves instead of submissive and he had many of them. And to think my brothers and I could barely handle Sophie and she was not even our submissive.
“Where is Adriano?” I asked
“Dungeon.” He replied, standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
His slave crawled behind him, I rolled my eyes. Did he have to do that in my mansion? I had planned on bringing Sophie here on the New Year, she would like the paintings on the walls. But instead, I spent my new year drowning myself in alcohol and she spent hers at some party, dancing with a small college boy named Caleb.
‘They danced,” that was all her bodyguard had told me.
It is good to know that she was having the time of her life with little boys. I felt like an idiot for telling her about that butterfly shit. I doubt she knew just how much I thought of her. I walked out of the mansion through the back door into the large garden which had a giant rectangle in the middle of it and called it a dungeon. Adriano was standing there, at the entrance of it, leaning against it. The place was somewhere Adriano liked to play with his victims, he made them run in there, promising freedom if they managed to get out from the other side. There was intense darkness inside it as it was covered, the large slabs of marble that it was made of moved continuously but the victim could never keep a track. No one has made it out alive.
“Did she call you?” I asked him, and he turned around to look at me. He was dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt. I guess he came here straight from the gym. He shook his head.
“Where is Luciano?” He asked
“In the library.” I replied.
He was at some library in the city where he once met Sophie. He liked that library and I knew was wishing he had run into her there again. I heard a scream coming out of the dungeon.
“Callan is in there.” he said, smirking.
“He wanted to play.”
He could come out, we all could have easily come out of the dungeon. It was simple, all you had to do was listen.
“Do you think we should call her?” He asked over the continuous screaming coming from the dungeon. Ridouan Taghi was taking a toll on him, it seemed.
“I don't know,” I shrugged.
Should we?
“This is all we could find on Raphael.” Max kept the file on the table.
Max is one of the sons of an underboss, wanting to take his father's place but we did not follow hierarchy like this other mafias do. To get something, you had to prove yourself to be worthy.
“Get out,” Adriano said to him, and he walked out.
Luciano snatched the file away before I could get it. Sometimes I wanted to knock his teeth out.
“He is just twenty-two now.”
“He is a child,” Callan murmured, his knife twirling in his hands. He was sitting by the window wall on a chair with his brothers beside him.
“He had a sister who died in the fire.” Luciano continued.
“We killed his sister, father and everyone in his childhood house.”
He had a sister? Everyone in the room looked equally surprised. We had set their mansion on fire when we left, almost ten years ago. He was twelve years ago back then and we didn't know he had a sister. We saved him from the fire and left in a safe place because he was just a child. If he was the one doing all of this, I would burn him alive.
“That is a shit ton of motivation.” Adriano said from where he was sitting across from me, drinking from his glass. His drinking was never a good sign. I didn't mind my office being destroyed again.
“Is there a picture of her?” Lucas asked.
“We need to know what the fúck he looked like.”
Luciano took a picture out of the file and set it down on the desk. The Santoros' got their asses off their seats and walked closer to look at it. It was just the face, he had a scar crawling up his neck, the scar had a tattoo of roses surrounding it, curly hair, tanned skin and brown eyes. The picture was blurry, probably because it was taken from a distance. On the other side of his throat, I could see their mafia tattoos and I could see the resemblance between him and his father. Same eyes, same jaw and their death was going to be the same. We had spared him once, we were not going to make the same mistake twice.
There was a small hesitant knock on the door, I looked at the monitor on my desk, Sophie was standing on the other side, wearing a giant black hoodie.
“Come on, Sophie.”
The knob twisted and she entered, wide eyes looking at me and then to the others in the room, fear flashing in her eyes when they fell on the Santoros' especially Logan. She had been drunk at the party so her fear had been diminished, right now it was clear.
“Hello, Sophie.” Lucas smirked at her. Fucking bastard like being feared, I did too but she was the only one I never wanted to scare of me. I stood up and walked towards her.
“Are you okay?” I asked because she looked like she was crying.
“I..” she looked at the Santoros' and shifted to me. I wrapped an arm around her.
“Guys,”
“We are going,” Callan said, she shifted away from the door as Logan walked out. Callan waved at her like you would at a child, my eyes narrowed. She was not a child.
“Bye, Sophie.” She waved back.
“B..bye,” her voice was shaky. She was too scared of them, Callan grinned and walked out with Lucas. They shot the door behind them and Luciano picked her up and crushed her against his chest