VENDETTA: BETRAYED BY MY MAFIA BOSS

8

Tension hung in the atmosphere of the office. Carlos sitting on a chair and lighting his cigarette while various senior members of his cartel were present. The office door swung open and it was Enzo walking in, accompanied by none other than the spicy Antonella.

Enzo stood before Carlos. "I heard you requested my presence." Enzo spoke softly.

"Ah... Yes. The document you confiscated earlier holds some very vital information. I must commend you on a job well done." Carlos stated while clapping his hands weakly.

"Thank you sir. Happy to do my job." Enzo responded before taking a deep breath.

"But we have a problem." Carlos said while smoking. The word problem raised Enzo's pulse as he gulped.

"What is the problem if I may ask?" Enzo anxiously replied.

"We know the location where El Macho will be tonight. But the area is heavily guarded." Carlos spoke softly. The room was as silent as a graveyard despite a handful of people being present.

"You want me to take him out? That shouldn't be a problem at all." Enzo responded.

"Quite the opposite my boy. I want you to bring him to me alive." Carlos commanded.

"Alive?! That's impossible, you'd get him killed." Antonella interrupted. The senior cartel members were shocked at her defiance, everyone wondered how Carlos would react to his own daughter questioning his decision.

"I will do it." Enzo spoke out loud to put the situation under control before it escalates out of hand.

"El macho would be on his knees in this office, come sunrise. You have my word." Enzo declared.

"Oh that's the spirit. I trust you know we don't react well to failures." Carlos breathed.

"The word failure cannot be found in my dictionary." Enzo responded with a stern look.

"Good. Assemble the men and take whatever you need." Carlos commented.

Enzo nods and takes his leave. Everyone in the office headed towards the exit.

"Antonella! Stay back. We have things to discuss." Carlos commanded, Antonella reluctantly walks back and sits on chair directly opposite her father. Carlos calmly o

Carlos calmly observed and immediately the last person to leave closed the office door he began. "What was that rubbish you just displayed?!" Carlos scolded Antonella.

"That mission is suicide and you know it. You're sending your best hitman to his early grave." Antonella fought back.

"That's not your decision to make. I am the godfather I determine what happens in this family." Carlos responded with a stern tone.

"Whatever! You're just unbelievable. Are we done here?" Antonella asked.

"And where do you think you are going to?!" Carlos asked his tone intimidating.

"I have a job to go prepare for." Antonella responded.

"No you don't. You're not leaving this mansion." Carlos commanded, a sad expression enveloped Antonella but Carlos couldn't care less. Carlos called one of the guards named Diaz and told him to keep an eye on her and make sure Antonella doesn't leave the mansion.

In a dark room. Enzo spreads a map over a table. He began to plot his attack, a few senior cartel members were present as well.

"Do you were believe you can pull this off?" Marco asked.

"If I said no. We will all end up dead. Would you still go with me?" Enzo asked with a smile.

"Of course. But I can say the same for others." Marco chuckled.

"But it seems like a trap. Are you sure he is not trying to get rid of you." Marco muttered inaudibly.

"Shut the fuck up! Someone might hear you, you can get executed for that statement." Enzo responded while watching keenly if anyone was listening to their conversation.

"The truth is bitter but it doesn't mean a man should fill his cup with lies." Marco commented.

"Honestly. I think this is a death trap. It's going to be a bloodbath." Gustavo joined into their conversation. Gustavo was a highly skilled member in the cartel as well. Marco gave Enzo a 'I told you so' look.

"I mean why not just take the man out. I mean we are talking about 100 - 200 men guarding this man and we've not considered reinforcement. We could be looking at a battle with over 500 men."

Enzo pauses as he observes the map.

"The outnumber us in every department." Marco added.

"Then we won't engage in direct combat." Enzo responded.

"What are you suggesting?" Marco asked.

"We go in without guns or weapons." Enzo muttered with a grin.

"You're a mad man. What are you smiling about?! We will be toast if we go in without arms." Gustavo complained.

"Let him cook." Marco cut off Gustavo knowing Enzo is up to something.

"The building has two entrances but if we can get someone to bring El macho to the bathroom we can knock him out and use the sewage as an escape route." Enzo responded still smiling.

"A decoy plan. Not the best but sounds safer." Marco smiled as he shook hands with Enzo.

"Sounds nice but are you serious about going in without weapons?" Gustavo asked again.

"A man's mind is his greatest weapon." Enzo replied with a reassuring nod.

Antonella walks into the room and head straight to the table.

"Gustavo and I would go get the girls ready for the party." Marco said dragging Gustavo with him to give Enzo and Antonella privacy.

"You're serious about taking on this mission on?" Antonella asked with disbelief evident on her face.

"It's going to be a piece of cake." Enzo answered nonchalantly.

"You're going to die. His guards with be heavily armed and there will be alot of guards there." Antonella pouted.

"Sure. I know that. Make me pasta, I get hungry after high profile jobs." Enzo responded still looking focused on the map.

"You're not listening to me. Abandon the mission, we could run away tonight, disappear forever and be free from all these." Antonella whispered almost inaudibly.

"Are you crazy?! People could be listening." Enzo responded dragging Antonella to the side.

"I'm suspecting my father wants to take you out and this mission would do it just fine for him." Antonella whispered.

"How can you even say that?" Enzo throws his hands in the air. Before Antonella could reply the door of the room swung open and a guard tell Enzo that there is an urgent meeting downstairs.