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Revenge Trap Mafia's Desire

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Summary

The arrival of Javer Vittorio, a mafia chief who owns the El Salvados headquarters, sparked Vica's interest. Vica has be...

21+MafiabxgDominantUrbanRomanceRevengeSweetTrue LoveFemale lead

1. A Meeting In Tragedy

Milan, Italy, 2022.

The room was cramped, stuffy and humid. Firm footsteps echoed as their owner entered the room. The owner's pair of eyes looked at a person who was tied up dangling a few meters in the air.

The curves of a grin emerged from both ends of his lips. The sound of the chasing breath of the person tied up was the only sound. The person's body drooped limply after unsuccessfully trying to break free.

"How does it feel to be near death?" A man's heavy voice bounced off the walls. His feet stopped in front of the person tied up. "Are you starting to feel desperate?"

A person a few meters above looked at the man in a black suit with a haggard look in his eyes, but snarled under his breath. A thick rope was tightly wrapped around his mouth. The man before him only displayed a cold look. He took out a lighter and lit the flame.

"What do you think would happen if someone became like this lighter?" the man asked in a mysterious tone.

The man's question provoked irritation. The person who was tied up dangling gritted his teeth. He looked up to take a deep breath, then bowed his head limply.

"If you want me dead, kill me," said the man with emphasis on his words.

The man before him raised both eyebrows, intrigued by the reaction to that answer. His grin widened even further.

"Interesting. What way do you want to be killed?"

Despite asking, the man signaled to his subordinate who was standing near the rope control point. A second later the rope binding the man loosened, dropping his body to the ground.

A groan was heard, making the man with the lighter shake his head. He approached the person to crouch down and looked up at the captive man's face.

"Speak up. Who is your cartel that paid for Ellene's murder?" the man asked without beating around the bush.

The captive man shut his mouth tightly. His stare grew even more intense. From his grin, his lips now displayed a row of teeth. Laughing with a devilish face. Without answering anything, the captive man spat at the man in front of him.

The man before the captive closed his eyes with a gasp. But his surprise only lasted a moment before interrupting the spit.

"Ah, damn..." he hissed in exasperation. "How annoying."

The man then pressed his fingernails into the captive's skin. He brought their faces closer until they were two feet apart. The lighter slowly moved next to the bound man's eyes, giving off heat.

"Do you want to die?" the man asked sharply and pressed.

"That's what you brought me here for, isn't it, Mr. Javer?"

The man with the lighter, who was called by the name Javer, raised both eyebrows. He pointed the flaming lighter at the captive man's ear while smothering his mouth. The captive man's nata glared with pain from the heat of the flame in his ear.

"I found your cartel symbol on the bullet that killed Ellene. What are you going to explain?" Javer tilted his head, watching the scene before his eyes like a fun show.

After Javer's hand was released while keeping the fire away, the captive man exclaimed, "I didn't kill Ellene! It wasn't me!"

Javer showed the bullet removed from the pocket in front of the captive man's face. There was a P symbol on the bullet. Instantly the captive man trembled even more. A line of irritation formed on his forehead.

Feeling that he had bullied the captive man enough, Javer stood up. Before turning around, he signaled his subordinates to leave immediately. While taking a leisurely step, the lighter was thrown towards the captive man.

The flames immediately spurted up as the oil was poured around the captive man. The flames quickly spread following the direction of the oil to the captive man.

Screams of heat echoed through the air. But Javer wasn't listening. He glanced at the clock on his wrist. It was about an hour until the scheduled departure to Chicago, USA.

He rushed to the airport to leave on his private jet. It only took twenty minutes for his car to reach the private jet parking lot. .

On the way, the male bodyguard approached him and handed him a lit tablet screen.

"Mr. Javer, I just got information that the Guvero Clan made an attack on La Deric'O club and took a woman hostage who fought them."

Javer looked at the tablet screen. There was a video playing showing a group of violent prawns shuffling objects and several people.

One of the women resisted, but was eventually captured. Then the video showed a picture of the woman with her hands tied and her mouth gagged.

"Come. We are waiting for you." Javer read the message on the screen. He smiled wryly as he shook his head. "Accept the challenge. Direct some of the other guards at Chicago headquarters to secure the club. We go to La Deric'O nightclub."

The bodyguard man bowed his head. "Yes, Mr. Boss!"

The trip from Italy to Chicago took almost a day. Javer and his bodyguards headed to a nightclub called La Deric'O. As soon as he arrived at the nightclub, the atmosphere was chaotic inside the club.

A number of people were gathered in one spot tied to a rope. Only one woman was separated from a number of other people.

"Hey, don't you know I've been holding back hunger since yesterday?" The woman said sarcastically to one of the clan members.

Javer watched the woman during the conversation with one of the Guvero Clan members. His gaze was probing, and he didn't even look away as the woman turned her head towards him.

"You... you came here to take responsibility for this embarrassing incident, right?" The woman asked Javer without a hint of trepidation.

Javer's eyebrows rose. Without caring about the woman, Javer turned his gaze to the most prominent man-the Guvero Clan chief.

"Let them go. What business do you have with me?"

The clan chief laughed. "Hey, Javer! I knew you'd come here. We certainly have business. I wonder if your sharp card sense is still there?"

Javer's breath came out. "Go away. Don't say nonsense."

"Are you afraid?" the Clan Leader asked. "If you win four rounds, I'll give you the Moretto Clan's transaction history list. You're after that, right?"

Javer hissed and gritted his teeth. "Asshole. What if I lose?"

"Oh, apparently you can predict your defeat. Of course everyone here will die. Including this nightclub, I'll burn it down."

The clan leader smirked as he saw the reaction to the sharpness in Javer's eyes. He could already tell what Javer was going to do. But when they wanted to get ready to hold the gambling, a woman's voice rang out.

"Hey! If you want, I can help you."

Javer turned his head. The voice belonged to the woman who had complained about being hungry earlier.

"I'll help you win that. Isn't this nightclub one of your most valuable businesses?"

Javer honestly didn't know why the woman knew that. No one knew the nightclub business belonged to him other than rival mafia clans and relations.

Panic drove Javer to approach the woman. His gaze was sharp and threatening.

"You know about what?"

The woman deliberately raised her head, smirking.

"I seem to know a lot. Don't you also need to feel careful that not many people know about your secret business?"

Javer's teeth chattered. He growled, making her chuckle. Finally Javer signaled to one of his bodyguards to cut the rope. But the clan leader was about to forbid it, but at that moment Javer drew his gun.

Simultaneously all the members of the Guvero Clan, the enemy clan, pulled out their respective pistols and the sound of the trigger being activated could be heard.

The woman was somewhat taken aback by the sight of the gun being pointed at each other in front of her. Luckily, the clan leader ordered his members to lower their weapons. The woman's leash was released by Javer's three bodyguards. Once released, a sigh of relief escaped her.

"Ah, finally free!" Instead of feeling daunted, the woman just stretched her muscles casually.

Javer was still pointing the pustol at the Guvero Clan chief. Without looking at the woman beside him, he asked, "What's your name?"

The woman raised both eyebrows. "My name? What for?"

"What's your name?!" Javer's tone rose, snapping to the woman's surprise.

"Temperamental man," the woman grumbled, commenting softly, but still audible to Javer. "My name is Vica. Vica Almira! Satisfied?"

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