His Mafia Bride

ALINA

I and Dante alighted from the stairs of the jet, the wind hitting my hair across my face.

We had been on the air for more than ten hours, away from the melancholic clutches of those after our lives.

By the time we landed, it was already seven in the morning.

I couldn’t feel more relieved stepping my feet on the Italian soil.

I noticed about ten muscular men standing on the runway with fleet of cars around them.

“Dante it’s been so long! Welcome to Italy” An elderly man, possibly the age of Alessio or even older, came towards us.

He engulfed Dante in a tight hug.

“Homero. Thank you so much for the warm reception” Dante replied with a mild smile.

Turning to face me, Dante introduced me to him.”Alina this is my uncle Homero. He is a relative from my mother’s line, my grand mother’s side. He is my great uncle’s son. Homero meet my wife, Alina”

That meant he was the cousin to Dante’s mother.

I extended my hand to him and he took it with such an iron grip, startling and making me recoil.

“Homero García. I was told of the attack you all encountered. How is Alessio? I’m sure he must be so blood thirsty right now” Homero said with a mirthful laughter.

Dante nodded and gave a shallow laugh.

“The man has Morelli’s blood flowing in his veins. You don’t mess with a Morelli and go scot free”

“Anyways that aside, Homero the crew on board have something to do with our attack. I need them bounded up and taken to your warehouse. We need to set things straight” Dante expelled his orders.

Homero nodded and signalled to his men to go into the jet and bring out the crew. The men drew their guns and walked into the jet. In no time, the entire flight crew were dragged out.

They had pleading eyes at I and Dante. I locked my gaze with the pilot as he quivered and was being pushed into the car.

“I didn’t do anything sir. I swear on my life. I have no clue on what is going on”the pilot pleaded fervently as he was roughly pushed into one of the cars.

“Dante, the pilot, I believe he is innocent, please don’t kill him” I interceeded on his behalf.

“That will be for me to decide wife. Don’t interfere or I might just have to deal with you” Dante seductively whispered into my ear making me take in sharp breaths.

“Shall we?” He suddenly asked friendly, his hands stretching towards a car.

I nodded in obedience and followed him into the grey hyuandai.

Homero entered a seperate car, whilst Dante and I entered into one with a driver in it.

“Where are we heading to Dante?” I asked him with questionable brows.

“We are heading to Homero’s ware house. I’m eager to spill some blood”Dante replied with his eyes on the road.

I suddenly felt inflamed with fear and had my jaws dropped down.

“What?”

He looked at me. “The flight crew. I’m eager to spill their blood” he chorused what he had said earlier not minding my stunned state.

“The pilot. Remember” I reminded him, placing my hands on his.

“Leave that for me to decide wife. I care for you Alina but don’t tempt me to punish you for interfering in this” Dante gravelly spoke.

A sad look on my face got me sighing and I subconsciously placed my head on Dante’s shoulder.

Dante brought my face to his and his carouse hands grazed the injury on my throat.

I hissed in pain and he placed feathery light kisses on it.

“See why I need to spill their blood? I’ll make sure they bleed for every drop of blood that leaves your body my love”

I was speechless and tongue tied.

I could only mumble a reply as he trailed kisses from my throat to my nape and to my collar bone.

He practically littered my neck with kisses through out the ride, soothing my pain and calming the torrents that had evolved as my nerves.

We were the last car to arrive at the ware house. Homero’s men were already on standby, guns drawn ready for combat.

The driver killed the engine, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

Pushing the doors open, Dante stepped out with me, walking side by side with me into the warehouse.

I spotted the flight crew tied up; hands and leg bounded up and lying on the cold dirt floor of the warehouse.

Horror stricken, the pilot looked into my eyes, as if pleading for his innocence.

I studied each and everyone of them.

The co-pilot and air hostess shook like leaves, their breathing unsteady with bullet beads forming on their foreheads.

They were the real culprits not the pilot. His body language spoke the truth.

Dante left my side and strode towards the crew members.

Crouching down by them, he accessed the pilot. His brows were pulled together at Dante and his body trembled with each nano second that passed by.

“Antonio–” Dante said ignoring the other crew.

Antonio looked pleadingly at Dante. “I have no clue of what is going capo. Per favore credimi” he pleaded in Italian.

“Liberlo. Hai conquistato la tua libertà Antonio” Dante ordered, standing up and turning to face Homero who stood next to me.

“Are you sure about this boy?” Homero inquired.

Dante nodded. “Release him Homero. He is innocent. These two…” He pointed at the co-pilot and the air hostess, “are the culprits”

“Grazie mille capo dei capi. Grazie mille” the pilot cried out as he eagerly stood up once untied.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Nevertheless you aren’t entirely free. I’ll still have my eyes on you and my men monitoring you. Any hint of betrayal and I’ll pass atleast fifteen bullets in your body” Dante warned with a hard glare.

“Ofcourse capo. I will never betray you”

“We hope so. Now stand and watch how I kill people who betray me” Dante savagely replied turning to face the co pilot and air hostess.

Leaning down to the co pilot, he yanked his hair making the man cry out in fear. “Spill” he commanded in such a dire tone.

The man tremored and his breathing became extremely rapid.

He hesitated to talk for a moment, keeping mute which infuriated Dante.

I watched in total shock as Dante brought out his gun and shot him thrice on both legs.

He let out an anguished cry and Dante turned his attention to the air hostess. Her blood ran cold as Dante positioned his gun at her.

“Sir..”she pleaded in a hysterical cry.

The alarming sound of the gunshots went off. I pinched my eyes closed for a moment before opening it.

The air hostess was bleeding from her arms and knees.

“Tie them up with noose tactic. I want to see them struggle to breath” Dante commanded.

In no time, the ropes that bounded their legs were untied and used to hang around their neck whilst their wrist remained bounded.

“Should I repeat myself?” He asked the co-pilot.

“Luis Perez” he finally confessed, tears streaming down his face.

“Spill more!”

“He–he paid us to stall the flight if you and your wife escaped his assassins” the air hostess disclosed. Dante ordered for the noose around their necks to be tightened and they let out horrific screams.

“So you mean to tell me you two betrayed me for Luis Perez? Do you have a single clue of what that man does to children?” Dante spat at both of them.

I could see he was trying to control his urge to kill them right away.

They shook their head rigorously.

It seemed I was the only one frightened by what was going on.

Everybody else looked unfazed by the slow torture of the co pilot and his accomplice.

Dante stroked his chin and walked in a circle around them both.

“Please we are s-sorry” the co-pilot struggled to let the words out of his mouth as the noose restricted his air flow.

“Alina ” he called out to my anxious self. I passed him a glance.

“Watch what I do to people who cause you to bleed ok” Alina instructed me.

I mumbled a ‘yes’ and forced my eyelids to stay opened.

In a speed of light, Dante pushed his gun into the mouth of the co-pilot and signalled to one of the men to do the same to the air hostess.

They both quaked in their boots, their body trembling so rigorously.

“See you in hell” he said to them before they both pulled the trigger.

It was such a disturbing and grisly sight to witness. Their blood splattered from their heads, some flesh could be spotted too.

I felt like throwing up but controlled myself noticing how calm everyone was like nothing happened.

“Luis Perez is next!”