The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 5. Family Ties Unraveled

The Araña's father was also a mobster, but the difference is that he always maintained a low profile.

He was content being a subordinate to Boss Tony, ensuring years in the mafia business without any problems.

"Done," said the Araña's father once he finished assembling a small ship inside a bottle, his favorite pastime.

"Now you'll be my best piece."

He was an old man, struggling to stand and place the bottle on his shelf.

He had done it; it was the fifteenth ship he had assembled inside a bottle since he began to develop an affection for that activity.

But his peace and tranquility would be disrupted in a second.

His office door swung open abruptly. Burly men threw it down as if it were cardboard.

Bottles with the small ships shattered on the floor. Fifty years of work lost in a second.

"What the hell is happening here?! Who are you?!" the old man demanded.

Those men remained silent, standing by the door.

"Where are my bodyguards?" the Araña's father asked.

"Dead," Boss Tony replied, appearing in the doorway.

"Boss."

Araña's father quickly bowed as best he could, given his worn-out body, showing respect by humbling himself.

"To what do I owe the immense pleasure of your visit?"

"Get up, Franchesco."

"My lord. It's the first time you've come to my quarters in person, and honestly, I don't understand the reason or why."

"I'm here for Araña."

"For Araña?"

"Yes, I'm looking for that little brat."

"But she's not here. Honestly, I haven't seen her in days."

Old Franchesco stared as the silence in the office grew more uncomfortable.

"Don't tell me she continued distributing her modern drugs in your territory... That little girl doesn't understand. I apologize, my lord. I will speak with her myself and promise to give her a considerable punishment," Franchesco said.

"I'm afraid things aren't that easy, old friend. It's not just a simple dealer in my territory. Your little bitch, accompanied by a stranger, killed three of my best men, and you know perfectly well what the punishment is for such betrayal."

"That can't be true... My little Evangeline would never do such a thing.”

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"No, no, no... Boss," he said, head bowed, "I sincerely apologize, and I'll do whatever you tell me to remedy this situation."

"Take this phone. It's a direct line to speak with me. The moment that little brat shows up, you call me, and I'll come personally to get her. I want to be the one to end her existence, sending a message to other young ones starting out. You don't mess with Boss Tony."

Franchesco had no choice but to take that cellphone, even though he knew it meant sentencing his only daughter to death.

"Of course, Boss Tony. It shall be done," Franchesco said, nodding respectfully.

Several days passed. Curtis and Araña had been having great days together, squandering all the money they stole from Kim Ballmer's room, straight from her safe.

But after many nightclubs, parties, drugs, and prostitutes, the money had run out, and both needed to do something to replenish their pockets.

"We could rob the Ballmers again," Araña suggested.

"All that cocaine has fried your brain," Curtis replied.

Curtis was tired of engaging in illegal activities.

"Oh, come on, Curtis. We're the new Bonnie and Clyde... With the difference that I like women, and you enjoy being the lapdog of powerful families."

"No... I refuse outright to commit any more crimes in my life."

"What the hell are you talking about, Curtis? You're the sickest gangster I've ever known in my life."

"I'm not."

"You killed three heavy hitters from the mafia, and then you robbed the safe of a mobster's daughter... You're a legend!"

"I know, I just don't want to anymore... Wait, what?!"

"Yeah, Charles Ballmer is also part of the mafia. I thought you knew."

"No, I didn't," Curtis shouted.

"Where do you think an idiot like him would get such a fortune?"

"Oh no, I'm done for," lamented Curtis, sinking into himself.

"Eeeeh... Yes, you're a walking corpse, but... at least we had fun."

"You're a freaking lunatic."

"Oh, come on, Curtis. We have to make the most of it while we're alive to celebrate."

"Find a vagina to stick your nose in and leave my life alone."

"I know. We'll go to my father's place. He's always embarrassed by me, but at least he always gives me money when I need it. I'm sure a couple of thousand dollars will sort our lives out for a few more days.”

Boss Tony eagerly awaited that call from his old friend Franchesco. He longed for the moment when they could finally put a bullet in Araña's skull.

Boss Tony had learned about the robbery at the Ballmer house, and that only increased his desire to kill her.

"Is this your house?" Curtis asked, seeing Franchesco's mansion.

"It's not the Ballmer mansion, but it's cozy."

"I can't believe it."

Curtis was surprised that someone as crazy as Araña could come from such a wonderful place.

"Don't get your hopes up; my dad won't make you his lapdog like the Ballmers did. Forget about that," Araña joked.

Franchesco already knew that Araña and Curtis were in his mansion. It was time to call Boss Tony, to fulfill his word as a mobster.

Franchesco pondered seriously as he looked at that cellphone on his desk.

It was by far the toughest decision he had ever had to make in his life.

Hand over his only daughter or start a war against Boss Tony, a war he could obviously never win.

Anyone would think that's an easy decision to make, but Franchesco wasn't exactly known for being Father of the Year. Although he feared for his life, he chose to contemplate for a moment before making a decision.

He sighed deeply, took the cellphone, and, gathering courage, stored it in one of the drawesr of his desk.

And just in time to welcome his daughter with a big smile when she entered that office accompanied by Curtis.