Mafia Lord's Possession: Chapters 1–5

Alessia's eyes fluttered open the moment the front door was pushed open. Having lived with her uncle for so many years, she already knew it was him coming into the house.

She yawned, also stretching out some limbs as she got down from the old-looking bed.

She walked out of the room and just as she expected, her uncle was already seated on the couch.

"Welcome back," she muttered, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Simone Rizzo stared at his little niece who had grown into a woman overnight.

Suddenly, he felt his lower region twitch as he watched her perfect long fair legs that stretched on for miles.

Subconsciously, he licked his lower lips that suddenly ran dry on seeing her sexiness in her red shorts and black top.

"What have you been doing, kiddo?" He finally voiced out, masking the lust in his eyes with a blinding smile.

Alessia grinned and shook her head.

"Sleeping as usual, I have to get back to work soon." She replied with a yawn.

Simone Rizzo nodded in understanding and smiled again.

"You look good tonight." He said, his thick Italian accent becoming stronger when he said, 'Tonight'

Alessia's smile faltered as she looked into her uncle's eyes. She glanced down at her outfit and back at him.

"Zio, there's nothing special in the outfit. I'm dressed homely. Well, let's forget about that, what would you like to have?" She waved her hands, dismissing his suddenly weird attitude.

"Oh, I wish to have you." He whispered.

Alessia who didn't hear what he said asked again, "Zio?"

"Oh, I'll have whatever you made." He replied with a sigh this time other than a smile.

"Alright, I made lasagna and gelato. I'll get you some." She offered before turning to walk out of the living room and into the kitchen.

While she busily prepared the meal, Simone stood to his feet and walked into the kitchen to find her. He could barely contend with his inner desires as he watched her perfect legs in the shorts.

He reached into his pants to stroke his already hard member as he envisioned her lying on his bed with her legs parted before him.

'Fuck!' He murmured and kept stroking harder.

Alessia felt a presence behind her, but she chose to act ignorant as she dished out his meal.

She felt movements behind her again and she couldn't hold it this time as she turned to face whoever it was.

"Zio?!" Alessia let out a scream on seeing her uncle masturbating while staring at her.

His cock was already out in the open as he watched her with his lustful gaze.

"Lessy, I know this is wrong, but no one cares about these types of things here in Reggio Calabria. Just let me have a taste of you, I promise not to tell." He pleaded as he took three steps closer to her.

Alessia shook her head continuously.

"Zio this is wrong! I can't be doing this with you, stay away!" She stepped back, trying to get away from him.

But Simone had already made up his mind to taste the forbidden fruit today, nothing could stop him.

He lunged himself at her and immediately held both of her hands the moment she tried to protest.

"You're mine and mine alone to enjoy!" He whispered into her ears and bent down before she could resist again. He lifted her off the ground and threw her over his shoulders.

"Zio! You can't do this to me! I'm your niece! Zio!" Alessia kept yelling as tears filled her already moist eyes. She wished the ground could open up and swallow them both instead. Never had she envisioned herself losing her first time to her uncle, it was better to die.

Simone paid no attention to her pleas as he pushed his room door open with a bang, directly knocking it off its position.

He would think of the fixing later, for now, he had his niece to enjoy.

He threw her onto his bed and immediately began to pull his belt off. Alessia cursed her fate and stubbornness. If only she had listened to Grace, her best friend, she would never have been in this situation.

A few days back, Grace had forced her to come along as she was going to get some self-defense training. Alessia had informed her that she didn't need one as she didn't have a dangerous job that required that.

Grace worked at the club famously known as the Devil's Den, the Number one biggest club in the entire City.

"Zio, why are you doing this?" At this point, Alessia's tears fell continuously as she questioned the only man she looked up to from a young age.

Simone acted obviously to her words and just chuckled.

"Your mother abandoned you here for me to take care of, the least you could do for me is allow me to have a taste of you as repayment." He muttered as he threw his belt to the side.

Alessia shook her head in denial, "Zio I can repay you by working hard and making enough money, but please let me go."

"You don't need to work hard, my love. If I can have just one taste of this body, I don't need any more repayments and I promise to let you go." He replied instead and climbed into the bed, pulling both of her retracted legs forward and parting them the moment she was close enough.

Alessia screamed, but not without checking her sides to see if there was anything she could use to save herself from this doom about to befall her.

Just when Simone buried his head in her neck, she caught sight of his baseball bat at the far end of the bedroom.

Knowing she couldn't reach it, she shut her eyes and bared her teeth to sink them into Simone's shoulders.

The moment her teeth met his shoulder, she bit hard on it, earning a bone-chilling scream from Simone who immediately let her go.

With this opportunity given, she climbed out of the bed and rushed over to the bat, picking it up, she struck Simone so hard on his head that he saw stars and directly fell to the cold hard floor, going limp at once.

"Serves you right for laying your filthy hands on me!" She spat and threw the bat at him as well.

With no other option left, she decided to leave. Her staying in this house was already counted off on the list and even God in heaven wouldn't hesitate to punish her like a little bitch if she dared to stay back.

With her mind made up, she ran out of the house, leaving her belongings behind as well.

Simone could do whatever he wanted with them. This time, she would stay far away from him and try to leave happily.

Little did she know that this day would mark the start of her endless fight for survival.

Alessia with no destination in mind, decided to head to the club where Grace worked. At this point, she needed all the help she could get. Her nanny job barely gave her enough money to even think of saving.

The only person who could lend her a hand right now was Grace. Without a phone, the only choice was to pay her a visit to her workplace. She found herself standing in front of the massive building, "Devil's Den," its name etched boldly as the bright lights bathed the area.

She dragged in deep ragged breaths from running a lot and made her way into the place. Her clothes were in order, but she was barefooted and her red hair was messy.

The guards at the entrance stared at her for a brief second as she walked past them into the place.

They didn't say or do anything to stop her. The place was open to anyone who wanted their souls tainted. If someone chooses Hell instead of Heaven, not even God would intervene as he would just sit still while watching the poor deluded soul. So, who were they to try and stop her?

Alessia strutted forward into the busy place filled with noises from drunk men who watched the strippers on stage. She glanced around in search of Grace, completely forgetting that Grace stayed at the counter.

Because of the way she was dressed, some men couldn't stop ogling her body. Some had lust written all over their faces as they watched her stroll further in and towards the counter this time.

She pushed through the busy crowd and successfully made her way to the counter.

Instead of Grace, someone else was occupying the counter area. A frown appeared on her face as she watched the newbie.

"Hello, welcome to Devil's Den, what would you like to have?" The person said first with a small smile as he watched her.

Alessia blinked and shook her head, telling him she wanted nothing.

"Where is Grace? Grace Franco." She asked instead. The man's lips formed an O as he realized she wasn't there for a drink.

"Gracino was shifted to Devil's Den branch 2 at Big City Sicily." His accent was super thick, but not so difficult for Alessia to understand.

"Oh..." She drawled as she realized that Grace left without informing her. She clenched her fist in annoyance, cursing the girl in her heart for being that wicked.

Everything seemed to have been going wrong for her today. First, her jerk of an uncle was actually perverted, and then Grace decided to leave without informing her.

Out of annoyance, she glanced at the bartender again, flipping her red hair to the back as she dragged in a deep breath.

"Give me all of your strongest drink." She said with uttermost confidence, knowing fully she came without money.

The Bartender's eyes lit up as this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He nodded his head and ran off to do as she requested. Even though she didn't want to resort to drinking, she needed to forget what just happened.

The bartender returned in no time and served her almost one of every lady's soft drinks before the hard ones.

Without wasting time, she latched herself onto the stool and began gulping down the contents in the shots.

Being a newbie to these things, she sipped at first, then gulped down the rest.

The bartender moved from where he stood watching her and went to attend to others at the other end.

Alessia didn't care about anything anymore as she made up her mind to drown her sorrows with the drinks.

All the while she sat there drinking and sipping, doing everything she could to avoid the burning sensation that assaulted her each time she gulped the content down, she didn't notice a figure sitting beside her as he sipped his wine casually.

Alessia imagined the drink to be Simone's blood and she chucked it down at once.

"Zio, I hope you die." She muttered and gulped another down. In no time, she finished up the bottle of drinks the bartender had brought her and felt light-headed.

The drinks' effect kicked in as she burped softly.

Just then, she finally realized that someone was watching her. The hairs on her body stood up as she slowly but dramatically turned her head to the side.

She locked eyes with a mesmerizing pair of gray orbs, which gazed back at her with a hint of amusement on his face. His appearance could rival even the gods of Calabria, and he effortlessly commanded the color black. It was as if he was born to wear it, or maybe black was created exclusively for him.

His veiny hands were holding onto the glass in his hand as a dirty image of him wrapping those hands around her neck while fucking the living daylight out of her, flashed in her mind.

She couldn't help but shiver, shaking her head to banish that disturbing thought from her mind. This guy staring back at her was absolutely stunning, and any woman who had his children would be incredibly fortunate.

For example, her eggs were already crying in anticipation!

A thought crossed her mind as she held his gaze with hers, not even knowing where the confidence came from. She really needed to drink more often to get this kind of wit.

The man was a dangerous man, no doubt, but surprisingly, she wasn't afraid of him.

The image of her uncle trying to take advantage of her flashed in her hazy mind again, but this time, something funny followed.

Instead of her uncle, the image was replaced with the man sitting before her.

She blinked in shock and averted her gaze instantly. Was this a sign? A sign for her to ask the man out even if she was only meeting him for the first time?

"Hello, Handsome." A woman from nowhere came forward to the man who still had his eyes fixed on her. The woman boldly trailed her hand along his white dress shirt as she leaned in to whisper something to him.

For some odd reason, Alessia felt anger bubble up in her as she glared at the hand that was touching the godly-looking man.

"Do you mind a one-night thing with me?"

"No, he is already taken!" Alessia suddenly voiced out, surprising both herself and the man. She climbed off the stool and walked forward to the woman.

"Missy, hands off, he is already taken for the night. Right?" She asked and turned to him for an answer.

He still had an amused smile on his face as he nodded.

"Right." His voice was surprisingly deeper than she expected. Alessia in her drunken state watched as the woman huffed and walked out while murmuring curse words at Alessia.

Alessia turned to the man who she had successfully won over and without shying away, plus with the help of the alcohol, leaned in to whisper something to him.

"Mr... You smell so nice, I want you to fuck me."

The stranger had a smirk on his face as he watched the brave little lady who asked for his audience. Normally, he wasn't a fucker, but she was alluring. Her body, her face, and of course, the red hair.

His father always told him that the most dangerous women in the world were those with red hair, pale skin, and ocean-blue eyes. Just like a siren. The lady before him was the typical example of the description.

She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen and her red hair gave her a witty demeanor. Her pale skin, banging body, and shamelessness were the very attributes of danger. But for some reason, he felt this little lady could not do anything even if she wanted to.

There were warning signs for him to reject her offer, but she was so damn beautiful, and spirit be damned if he let any other man do what she was specifically asking him to do. He might as well chop the hands and dick of whoever the unfortunate person would be.

So without any more negative thoughts, he took her to the Devil's Den chambers, AKA, upstairs room. The place had a total of 5 presidential suites and he owned 3 out of the 5.

That night, the suite was filled with groans and moans of ecstasy as Alessia lost herself to the pleasures of what they both did.

******

The next morning, Alessia happened to have woken up first. She turned to her side sleepily and saw the man sleeping beside her. Immediately, Alessia freaked out. She quickly jumped out of bed, making sure to cover her mouth to stifle any noise that might wake him up.

She tried to breathe through the many emotions that swept over her. Yesterday's events came pouring into her head, from her uncle's harassment to the drinking. She couldn't remember clearly how she got into this room with this stranger. She cursed herself deeply for letting loose and actually sleeping with a stranger.

'Good one, Alessia, Good one.'

She made a countdown from 10 to 1 before slowly throwing a leg off the bed.

She tried as much as possible to make sure she didn't wake the sleeping man up.

Once she had successfully placed both legs on the floor, she slowly climbed off the bed to grab her clothes on the floor, also saying a silent prayer to God to make sure she never crossed parts with this man ever again.

Just as she busily tried to gather her clothes, she noticed a hard object beneath his own clothes.

Out of curiosity, she slowly lifted his dress shirt to see what was underneath. A gasp left her lips the moment she saw the black short gun pointing towards her.

She hurriedly covered the firearm and wore her shorts and top again in a heartbeat. The more she stayed in the same room as that man on the bed, the more scared she got.

Once she was fully clothed, she tiptoed towards the door and reached for the handle to pull it open. Thankfully, it was opened and she successfully walked out of the room.

Once she had securely closed the door behind her, she took to her heels and sprinted towards the elevator with lightning speed.

"God, I better not meet that hooligan again!" She yelled and ran into the elevator once it was opened up.

********

An hour later, the figure on the bed stirred and sat up straight, running a hand through his hair with an amused smile on his face. He hadn't even noticed he was alone on the bed.

For some odd reason, he had slept for a whopping 8 hours instead of the usual 30 minutes of sleep.

Was it because of the one-night stand he had with the red hair?

Speaking of red hair, he turned to his side only to find it empty.

A deep frown formed on his face seeing he was alone on the bed.

Where was she?

Just when he might have found the cure to his chronic insomnia, she decided to leave him alone.

Maybe she was in the bathroom.

He got out of bed and strutted towards the bathroom in search of her.

But after listening for any sound from the bathroom for a long time, he knew she wasn't in the bathroom. He padded naked towards the other side of the bed where he had flung her flimsy outfit, but her clothes weren't there when he arrived.

"Shit!" He finally realized she had run away. He ran a hand through his ink-black hair again as he kept cursing.

"Red hair, you can't just take advantage of any man you see out there and expect to get away with it." He muttered and chuckled.

"I have been with multiple women in my life, but none could ever lull me to sleep like you did. So don't think I'll let you go easily."

He took out his phone to text his men about the lady who he had taken to his room at Devil's Den. Just when he sent out orders to go in search of the red hair, a call came through from his father.

"Hello, Father."

"Save it, the meeting starts in half an hour." That was all his father said over the phone and ended the call abruptly.

"A man can't handle one thing at a time I guess." He sighed and walked back towards the bathroom after throwing his phone back onto the bed.

*******

An hour later, his car pulled into the driveway of the famous De Luca mansion. The place was massive with guards dressed in sleek black suits and other attires. They were all stationed at the entrance, giving off an air of danger as usual. The mansion itself exuded luxury, but there was something about it that screamed of hidden secrets and bloodshed.

He glanced around the packed parking lot and sighed. "I guess I'm fashionably late again." He muttered and pulled out a dagger from his waistband, twirling it around his fingers.

It was time to make an entrance even if he had made everyone wait as usual.

The guards at the entrance bowed the moment they saw him walk towards the huge double doors.

With a stoic expression, he marched forward into the room once they pushed the door open.

The hall where the meeting was to be held was buzzing with noises of his angry relatives who saw his lateness as an offense to their personality. But the moment the doors were pushed open and he strutted in, the noises seized at once.

There was no way around it, they all feared him. He might have that pretty face and that annoying smile all the time, but they knew the person behind that facade would even kill a person while smiling.

"You're late, Marco!" His uncle finally mustered up the courage to let his frustration out.

Marco glanced in his direction and raised a brow, "Am I?"

The man suddenly felt his throat run dry as he couldn't find the right words to reply to that question.

Marco ignored the curious glances being thrown at him and finally found his seat at the head of the table. His father, Matteo, had his gaze solely on his son as he nonchalantly sat down without acknowledging him.

"Let's start the meeting." Marco declared lazily as he relaxed in his seat. The same uncle who scolded him stood up again to begin his nagging once the meeting was declared open.

"Uncle Franc, before you begin your never-ending nagging, let's spare a moment to say a prayer." Dante, Marco's favorite cousin, and his consigliere, said to him with a small smile. Francesco glared at him and averted his gaze, bringing his attention back to Marco.

"Marco, what is your position again in this family and organization?" He asked as if to remind him.

Marco yawned and eyed his uncle. He immediately regretted why he didn't have breakfast before arriving at this God-forsaken meeting.

"The leader." He managed to reply.

Francesco nodded and continued, "You're the leader, yes. But you aren't a responsible one."

Silence followed after he said those words. Marco raised a questioning brow at him for his statement.

He waited patiently for an explanation from Francesco. Not everyone could openly insult him and get away with it, but Francesco was biting more than he could chew.

"Have you heard the recent news? I promised myself that I would never keep my mouth shut in this very meeting this year. We all are here, those of us coming from other continents as well. Look over there..." He pointed at his sons, the famous snake-eyed Twins who were rarely seen in any family gathering.

"My sons even came specifically for this reason today, this is to show how important this matter is."

Marco frowned, "What exactly are you unto?" He asked.

Francesco who had succeeded in drawing his full attention, raised his chin in pride and finally voiced the issue.

"A few days ago, we informed you that the cargo containing our incoming products would be arriving yesterday night, yes or no?"

"Yes."

Francesco nodded in satisfaction.

"And we asked you as the leader to keep watch over it and receive it when it arrives, yes or no?"

Marco rubbed his forehead, already guessing where the discussion was heading.

"Yes."

"Then what happened last night? You weren't seen at the seaport yesterday."

Francesco asked finally, knowing this was his chance to deal with Marco and Matteo.

Marco sighed.

"A few things came up and I.."

"A few things like taking a random bitch to bed?!" He cut him short with a yell.

Marco's gaze darkened on hearing that.

"France_"

"Let me finish." Francesco used a hand to silence him again.

"Because of your sluggishness and carelessness, we officially lost the products," Francesco announced.

"What?!" Marco asked in surprise.

"Yes, a masked mercenary called Double S, stole those items yesterday. I'm sure you know who Double S is."

Hearing that dreaded name again, Marco's blood ran cold at once.

Of course, he knew the Double S, a masked mercenary who really was rarely seen. Each time he comes out of his spot, things get stolen and things get destroyed.

If Double S really stole the products, then they were in big trouble. Knowing Double S, he would give the items to the police and it would attract unnecessary questioning of him.

"Shit." He cursed in a low tone, but enough for them to hear.

"It's not about cursing! It's about admitting your mistake. I keep saying it and will always say that Matteo didn't raise you well!"

"Watch it, Francesco!" Matteo, who had been quiet finally yelled back at him.

"I won't watch a thing! You're an irresponsible father!" He refused to keep shut.

The next minute, Matteo’s anger intensified as he sprang up from his seat and pulled out his gun.

Francesco seemed to have expected it because he also pulled out his gun and they pointed at each other with it.

Marco face palmed himself, seeing where the conversation had brought them.

Noise filled the hall again as the others tried to make them bring their guns down. Never in the history of their ancestors has anyone pulled out a gun during the annual family meeting.

The noises increased with no sign of stopping soon and after Marco took in a deep breath, he turned to Dante and gave a nod.

Dante understood the gesture and pulled out a gun from his band. Before anyone could realize it, he pointed the gun upwards and fired two shots in the air.

This worked like magic because the next moment, everyone ducked under the desk, thinking an attack had been launched against them.

Only Marco, Matteo, and a female who happened to be working in their organization sat still. The female was named Miracle and she was Marco's cousin as well.

When everyone finally realized themselves, they all sat up straight and glared at Dante who shrugged in return.

"The name of Jesus wouldn't calm y'all down, but this one did." He said with a small laugh.

"Everyone sit back down and keep shut!" Marco finally got serious as he used his authoritative voice on them.

Everyone obeyed and sat back down instantly.

He turned to Francesco who seemed to have the biggest problem with him.

"So what was your suggestion on this matter?"

Francesco immediately gave an answer.

"It's simple, we want you replaced as the leader of this Clan. You are no more qualified to rule."

"And why? Just because I was careless enough to lose our cargo?" Marco asked in amusement. His uncle was something else.

"Do you know what that means? Double S would spread it out in the black market and if everyone begins to purchase it, there is a high chance of it getting into the hands of the police. Then the police would come for De Luca Clan!"

Indeed, he was right. It was a dangerous thing to lose a cargo filled with cocaine. Marco had messed it up and the only solution was to find that mercenary, Double S.

"You want me to step down so badly, and I'll grant you that wish." He said and stood to his feet.

"Listen up, everyone. one month is all I need to find Double S. If I can't retrieve those items from him in one month, I will gladly step down from being the leader of this Clan and let whoever Francesco chooses to be the leader, ascend. Meeting closed." He announced and without waiting for a response, he walked towards the door and out of the room.

Dante hurriedly followed Marco as he walked out of the main mansion.

Just then, Francesco called out to him. Marco wanted to ignore him, but Dante gestured for him to behave.

"What is it?" He asked Francesco the moment their eyes met.

Francesco with a stoic expression stood before Marco with no space in between them.

The De Luca Family were all known for their height and eye color.

Everyone had the gray eye color, aside from the snake-eyed Twins of course.

Also, they were known to be extremely tall, including the women.

"In a month's time, when you fail to prove yourself to everyone, I will personally take you down." He threatened without fear.

The worst thing Marco hated was threatening and that was the line Francesco crossed.

Just when Francesco turned to leave, Marco called out to him this time.

"The next time you threaten me this way, I won't regard your status in this family and I'll make your son pay with his life." The threat didn't sound like a threat, but it was enough to send a clear warning to Francesco.

Afterward, Marco walked directly to the car where Dante was already seated, waiting for him.

Once he got into the car, Dante turned towards his direction as the driver drove off.

"That was harsh of you, he is our uncle." He said with a sigh and shook his head pitifully.

"Shut up." Marco silenced him even before he could think of any more words to say. The ride back to his own base took roughly two hours, but they arrived in no time.

Marco lived in Reggio Calabria, his mansion and everything he owned were situated there. But the De Luca Clan lived separately in another city inside Sicily.

It was a two hours drive away from Reggio and Marco was thankful for that. Firstly, he didn't have to see his father often and his annoying family members.

Francesco was doing everything possible to make sure he lost the position as the head of the Clan, so his two snake-eyed sons could take over. But Marco would rather bath in acid than let his position be taken away.

He had trained hard just for that position and not just anyone could pull him away, even if they wanted to.

The car soon came to a halt before his mansion and a guard rushed forward to pull the car door open for him.

Stepping out of the car, he is suddenly met with his other cousin who was also his underboss, Selena.

She gave him a curt nod and followed behind him as they walked into the building.

"Why are you here? I didn't remember calling you." He asked, not even making an attempt to hide his irritation.

Selena who was already used to his nonchalant arrogant attitude bowed as she reported.

"Buffy had reached out to me to find a red hair whom you had a one-night stand with."

Marco winced at his cousin's robotic tone. She was always so blunt and it was definitely not good for her.

Dante whistled low in his throat as he turned his head to face Marco.

"It wasn't as Francesco said it was." Marco surprisingly tried to explain himself. Well, if he didn't explain himself to that dickhead of a cousin he had, then there was no doubt that he would be faced with endless teasing, one that he hated with his life.

"Yes, I was supposed to find a red hair." He admitted and took a seat on the couch. Out of irritation and anxiety gnawing at his heart, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter, immediately stuffing one of them into his mouth and lighting it.

"Care for some?" He asked Dante who kept watching him with disgust written all over his face.

"That there is a sin against God, I'm sorry but I can't take it." He said directly and everyone just gave him a bewildered look.

Marco ignored him, not giving a fuck about his nonsense as he turned to Selena again.

"So Boss, we found a total of 340 ladies with red hair in this city. I don't know which of the red is the one you want."

"Well fuck me, how am I supposed to find her?" Marco ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Why did the red hair have to leave the very minute she woke up? Couldn't she have waited a few seconds or minutes?

"Don't worry, Boss. I asked Ezekiel to look into it and find her through the footage at DD." Selena clarified and Marco could finally breathe. He couldn't tell what was going on with him, but he felt he needed that red hair by his side. She brought him comfort and sleep. Who wouldn't want that?

"You had to involve that sinner?" Danter suddenly joined in on hearing Ezekiel's name. Ezekiel was also a De Luca, but everyone looked down on him because was gay.

Despite the amount of money he made on a daily basis, enough to buy dozens of jets and his bank account wouldn't bleed from it, no one accepted him.

"Quit with that act of righteousness, you and I know you're worse than I am." Suddenly, a deep voice rang out behind them and they all turned to see the very person they were busily discussing.

"Zeke." Marco wasted no time as he called out his name. No need for formalities was what his gaze transported to Ezekiel and the latter nodded.

"I found the girl." He said and sat beside Marco, pushing his hair back and fanning himself with his hand.

This irritated Marco who immediately sent a warning glare his way.

"Chill, if you kill me now, you won't know where she is," Ezekiel said with an eye roll.

Once Marco had adjusted, as if accepting defeat, Ezekiel beamed.

"I must say, she is such a beau! Damn!" He gave Marco a knowing look and Marco returned the look with a hard glare.

"Just spill." He said through clenched teeth.

"Alright, the girl's name is Alessia and she is from the Rizzo family. She leaves with her uncle and she..."

"I didn't ask you to give details of her life, just tell me where to find her!" Marco was already frustrated.

Who even asked this guy to handle this?

"Fine, She is at the Santa Maria Della Cattolica in Via Tommaso Campanella. "

"Tommaso Campanella," Marco muttered and then turned to Selena, "Gather some men, go to Santa Maria Cattolica, and get her for me, immediately. Ezekiel, you're going with her."

"Yes sir!" Ezekiel mocked and got up to his feet, ready to leave with Selena.

Once Marco had given the final order, they all left the mansion, ready to find Alesia.