Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

Prologue

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Prologue

 

Everything was ready according to Alejandro Theodore-a man of forty-five.Everything was going by his plan. The Germans agreed for a truce. Decades long rivalry was about to end today. He sat in his cabin feeling little giddy for his liking, an apprehensive look on his face. His cabin was in the middle of woods. The green trees all around the little place wore a questioning look or so he thought.

 

So many truces had taken place in this cabin -so many truces gone wrong, teased a little voice inside his head but he ignored. The dark cloud looming over his window promised a thunderous rainfall-and a bad omen, he thought but discarded the thought as soon as it had occurred.

 

Marc Karl Eberstark was a man of his word. MKE was determined, he mused. It took a while for Alejandro to agree MKE for the truce considering the dark history the Greek shared with Germans but he was sure this would work out. MKE wouldn't have agreed otherwise and he had big reasons to agree for the pact. 

 

Alejandro had proposed to give Germans 4 brothels they had as a compensation which were big income sources for the Greeks-this stunt earned him glares from his people, the Greeks but Alejandro was determined in establishing peace. Also he promised to protect the already drowning drug business of Germans by making a pact with Italians to open ports for them. Italians hated Germans but Alejandro was convincing. 

 

All he wanted was this day to be over as he would shake hands with MKE, the German gang leader. He heard a knock at his door and knew who it was. He allowed the man in.

 

"Boss, are you sure this is the best place for the business?" Kostas Demo-his next in command asked-- his face as solemn as ever; a scar vividly visible going through his forehead to his nose. He was a short, bald man and had a pure distaste for his boss, Alejandro. Alejandro knew Kostas didn't approve of Greeks joining powers with the Germans. Greeks and Germans are never supposed to work together, Kostas knew but nobody could defy Alejandro-as long as he was the boss, the godfather of the five Greek families-Demo, Xenos, Sommer, Sica and Theodore. After the death of Andrew Theodore, Alejandro's father, Kostas Demo had eye for the throne but the Greeks wanted a Theodore on the throne and so they did.

 

"This is the best place for this business, Kostas." He said looking out of window anticipating several black vehicles but nothing showed.

 

"They should trust that our men don't overpower theirs and what better place than this-- we can't clearly have a truce at either of our estates where one is always at an advantage over other with manpower."

 

Kostas nodded curlty.

 

It was quick. Alejandro was waiting for it. The thunder, the lightning. Even for a man accustomed to the way it sounded, Alejandro mistook it for thunder; maybe because he didn't want to believe it. It sounded like they were raining from the dark clouds he saw a while earlier. Gunshots.

 

"duck." Kostas's voice was muffled but it rang to his ears as he hid under his desk. Kostas looked at Alejandro one last time before taking out his gun. He gave him one last look-the one with pure anger, madness and loss of respect and shut the door viciously. It was inaudible over the firing guns and the cries of his men outside. He couldn't go out. He felt all his willpower, all his energy drain out of him at the sight outside his little window. 

 

His men went down one by one as shots rained on them from every directions. He was scared at that moment. Don Alejandro Theodore was scared for the first time in his life not because of the possible death that awaited him but because of the disappointment he had brought upon his people in the first task he carried after his father's demise.

 

"Layla..." He cried from under his desk. "I failed you.." His screams were not audible even to him.

 

"I failed."

 

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Growing up in a ganster family, Calliah had a very good tendency at eavesdropping; that's how she knew most of the secrets about her family and the gang. Even at the age of 12, she is seen eavesdropping outside her parents's bedroom.

 

"What did you do, Al?" Her mother Layla's sob was clearly heard to her."It's our daughter-she-she - " Layla couldn't utter any word further as her sobs took over.

 

This is new, Calliah thought. She had heard many things before but never heard her mother crying so wildly. Calliah knew that her grandfather was not a good man. She had heard many things about granddad killing people from her usual eavesdropping habit. She hadn't even shed one drop of tear when he died a month ago.

 

"There's no other way. Kostas hates me-all the rest of Greeks hate me. They want revenge." Her father's voice was so low, she wondered if it was really him. She loved her father; she knew he was a good man-the jovial loud man-this didn't sound like her daddy at all.

 

"They want blood for blood. It's taking them everything to not kill me right now and you too...Layla. Demo lost his son that evening...Sommer lost so many of his men " He let out a cry. "Our daughters.." He continued his cry.

 

"No." Layla spoke. "I won't give my Chloe to Sommer- that monster. I know the way he treats women. I will die. We will all die. Let them kill us, Alejandro....Let them."

 

"And then what, Layla? What then?" He screamed. "They will kill us for real and take away our daughters....they'll do unthinkable things with them." He paused before speaking again.

 

"We have to let this marriage take place. I have to retain their trust even if it takes years. I can't destroy Theodore family's legacy. This is my punishment for trusting Germans. Chloe has to marry Fabio Sommer."

 

Calliah tiptoed back to her room. Tonight was no fun at all. Why was her mother crying? When she returned back to her room, Chloe was looking at the mirror.

 

"What are you doing at his time of night?" She asked her sister.

 

"None of your business." Chloe scowled then smiled again.

 

"Do you think he'll like Me, Fabio?" She asked Calliah. "He's so hot." Chloe blushed and hid her face in her palm.

 

"Mom says he is not a good man." Calliah spoke which earned her a slap across her cheek.

 

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The mafia woman

 Chapter 1 

 

Calliah waited for the boss's order. She couldn't wait to hurl herself towards the German men guarding the territory. It had been days since she was sent to a fight. Her knuckles ached to land on their jaws but she waited, hiding herself behind a worn out vehicle firmly. Anybody who saw her at this attire would think she belonged to a fictional world.

 

She wore a black leather tight top covering every inch of her upper body and leather slacks along with long leathered gloves. The tight had leather quivers on both the sleeves where many knives were tucked gently. Her hand was at her waist holding the gun in the holster. A little of her black hair was visible on her forehead, rest of it was hid deep into her hood. Her blue eyes held a smoky look from liners and makeup. The rest of her face was hidden from the outside world behind the thick mask of black. She looked to her right and saw Johnny Sica nod. This was it.

 

Calliah ran towards a man as gunfires started filling the air. She somersaulted and landed on her knees. The man wasn't expecting it which made her smile before landing her right knee on his chest. A bullet landed clean on his forehead from her gun. A hand came strangling her neck from behind, she struggled a while but with a yell, she placed it right over her shoulder and flipped the person over. She gave him a decent smile or was it before shooting him.

 

There, 2 men down. "AAH..." she cried as a bullet hit her in the chest. She was enraged and she ran towards her attacker pouncing on him on the ground. He kept firing shots but they missed. The man was not a lost cause as the two of his fellowmates. He got up and calliah round kicked his gun to ground before jumping round his shoulder and snapping his neck. The real fight, she called it, no bullets needed.

 

Her chest felt alright, thanks to the bullet free vest. Just as she was about to help her other allies, a hand covered her mouth from back. She tried the same tactic as with the second man she dealt with but the hand was there as tight as ever. She tried to rake her brain for a trick but the attacker dragged her back and slammed her to a wall. Her back was numb for a moment and then pain jolted all the way from her spine. She held fury in her eyes as she balled her fists in front of him as if gripping tennis balls in the air. She was about to launch herself towards him when he spoke

 

"wait.." 

 

she stopped her foot midair.

 

she looked confused. She had made a mistake. Nicholas - her instructor-taught her never to be distracted by words. She launched her foot towards him again and he jerked it away.

 

"I'm just making it fair" He spoke again before throwing his gun away. His gesture didn't matter as she kept lunging her kicks towards him. His body jerked from one direction to the other, in rhythm to the opposite lines of each attack. Her lungs burned with disappointment.

 

She tried to lunge her foot to his groin but only managed to connect with his shin. He was smiling which only added fuel to fire.

"Come at me, fancy dress." He said.

 

She launched her feet up and he caught it-just what she needed-she took the opportunity to snake her legs around his neck and gave him a hard blow on his nose. He was imbalanced and she brought herself to the ground swiftly. Blood poured out of his nose, she didn't stop giving him her knuckles.

 

After a few punches, she started looking for her gun which was on the ground. He took the opportunity to bash her head to the wall. She could see a black dot in front of her eyes but she kept fighting-more punches, more kicks-- to which he ducked carefully. One more blow to her head with a gun and she was about to collapse when he held her from her back and pulled away