Chapter 3 A defective package
Alessandro was the devil's incarnate
He was heartless, cold and brutal in all his dealings. It was with these features he successfully ran his organizations - legal and illegal.
Alessandro hated delay. He hated debtors who stressed the shit out of him and Draco happened to be one because why the hell was he traveling all the way from Italy where he dominated solely, to New York City just to collect his money?
“He’s leaving the house, Don.” One of his guards announced, reviving the engine. They had been taking Draco.
“With a girl in the truck.” Another guard added. Every detail was important to Alessandro.
“He must not suspect we’re following him.” Alessandro ordered, filling his gun with bullets. He was going to kill him and whoever was with him if he had nothing tangible or money's worth for him. He had given him enough time to pay.
“Shoot.” Alessandro ordered, watching closely as the bullet slashed the tyre of the van, making it screech to a stop. “Get me my money.”
He relaxed back, tapping his gun on his knee, a bit impatient, as he watched his men brutally pulled Draco out of his van, knocking out his men.
Seeing Draco alone spiked his blood. He was going to make this snappy. He stepped out of his vehicle, walking towards the scene.
As he approached, he could hear their conversations faintly. One of his guards spoke into his ear pod, explaining further about how defiant ‘the package’ was.
He stopped right in front of the opened van, staring up at the girl, his eyes void of emotions.
"No?”
Alessandro never took no for an answer and he made sure anyone who told him that, received it hot and ate back their words.
Madison’s body tensed, her chest heaving up and down. Still, she managed to do the only thing her body permitted her to do -
Shake her head.
Alessandro rolled his eyes, taking her by her hand, roughly pulling her out like she weighted nothing.
"What's the name?" Alessandro asked, holding her still.
Just when she was about to reply, the dog began to bark wildly, interrupting.
Alessandro frowned, flexing his arms, pulling the trigger at it. Madison gasped, her whole body frozen.
Though she managed not to bat her eyelash or blink but she could tell what had happened. The strong smell of the gunpowder that lingered in the air told her a lot.
The man had shot the dog.
"So?" Alessandro turned his expression back to Madison, releasing her hand from his grip.
"I..it's Madison Turner." She said, her voice small and shaky.
Alessandro raised his eyebrow at her, moving her chin a bit to the center. Her eyes wouldn't move to his face.
"Look at me." He growled lowly. Madison swallowed, still staring far into space. Her heart was racing wildly, her head shouting at her to just do as she was told before he'd kill her too.
"I.. I don't know how to do that." She responded, tugging at the hem of her top.
Alessandro scoffed, taking a step back. His eyes roamed her body up and down, slowly accessing her.
He didn't believe her.
He turned to Draco, his face had gotten pale. He didn't know how the Don was going to take the news of the girl's blindness.
"I believe you don't know me." Alessandro cleared his throat, arranging his expensive tailored suit, staring into her dead honey eyes.
How could such a bright colored eyes look so dead?
"Don Alessandro Bianchi, Leader of the entire East Coast City of Italy." He introduced himself, hoping the word Don would make Madison retrace her steps.
Of course Madison have heard of the word Don but she knew not so much about them except that they were brutal leaders. More like, tyrants.
"So Madison, when I talk, you fucking look at me." His voice raised up. Seeing she was being uncooperative, he raised his gun, placing it on her head.
Madison bit her lips, sucking in a sharp breath. Her eyes stayed stoic. How she was pulling it off was even a mystery to her.
"She's ... She's blind." Draco spoke up immediately. "But it's just a minor -"
Alessandro shifted the gun to his forehead, his guards holding Draco at a place. "Minor? Her blindness is a minor defect?"
"She... She can do anything. If.. if you don't like her, you could put her up for auction." Draco tried. This was the only way he could pay Don Alessandro for all the cocaine he had been taking on credit.
"A defective package." Alessandro scoffed, pained. "You offered me a fucking defective package, Draco."
"Please!" Draco begged, tears slipping down his cheeks. "No man has fucked her. You.. you could be the first."
"Fucking her cunt wouldn't fetch me my money." Alessandro screamed. He didn't need women to fuck, they flocked around him, begging him day and night to fuck them.
Madison should've felt relieved hearing that Don Alessandro didn't want her at all but somehow it seemed like all wasn't over yet.
Alessandro walked up to him, placing the gun under his jaw. Draco's eyes went wide, his body trembling. "It's my money or nothing."
"But the ...the girl -"
Alessandro turned his face to meet Madison. She was thin, malnourished even. There was no denying she was beautiful but a blind girl was just going to be a liability to him.
"I'd get rid of her for you. She knows a lot already." Alessandro pushed him away roughly, into the hands of his guards.
They were not done negotiating.
First, he had to handle Madison.
Madison gasped when two hands grabbed her hands, pushing her. She struggled, trying to break free.
"Please. Please don't kill me." Madison cried, her voice losing its strength. "Alessandro!"
"Stop." Alessandro roared. He held her chin, pulling her close. She smelled of sweat and coconut.
She became cautious, not wanting to breath too much in case it was something that'd anger him.
"It's Don Alessandro." He corrected. "Say it."
She hesitated a bit before repeating. " Don Alessandro. "
Alessandro liked how obedient and easily controlled she was. He took a step back, away from her, raising his gun.
He placed his hand on the trigger. "A virgin cunt can't be measured to money."
He paid close attention to Madison's eye movement, hoping to catch them twitch. Maybe he'd give her a chance if they did.
Unfortunately, they didn't.
Madison braced herself up, praying for something to happen.
Anything.
"Wait."