Chapter 83
Within a flash, Antonio was by Greta's side, choking the life out of her.
"You can insult and downgrade anyone you want to, but when it comes to Ariana Vladimir, you don't and can't spit shit about her, because if I hear it, it's straight to heaven for you." He said, still choking her. Ariana was a direct cousin to him, and seeing that he had no sisters, he was overprotective over her to a fault. When she was alive, Vincenzo had made a mistake of hitting her, he had come over immediately and dealt bone crushing blows on him. You could harm him and he will overlook, but dare touch Ariana and see the dangerous man that is Antonio Brown.
Greta's face was red as she gasped for breath. Antonio's hold on her was tight and painful.
"Let her go, Antonio." Vincenzo said.
"What happened to keeping her memory alive?" He asked.
"Let her go, killing her won't bring back Ariana or fill up the void space in your heart. Let Greta go!" Vincenzo stated firmly.
"You don't insult her, unless you want to say hi to your maker." Antonio said, releasing his hold on her.
Greta slid to the floor, clutching her neck and coughing repeatedly. Honestly, she saw hell face to face. She could only glare at him.
"I hate you, Vincenzo." Antonio spat
"Honestly, I've heard worse. Get in line." Vincenzo replied.
"That you aren't remorseful just made me realise how I suck at making friends."
"The mafia world isn't for people soft, Antonio." Vincenzo said.
"You know I used to say I would burn the world standing next to you. Now I would burn you, just to protect the world from a monster." Antonio stated, turning to leave. He wished words could hurt Vincenzo, because if they did, he had a lot to say to him. The man is a monster and everyone who is thinking about meeting him should have a rethink. If the choice was presented to him, to choose between his fame, his riches, his empire and his family, he would choose his empire and won't stop to have a rethink.
"Nicest thing I've heard today, thank you for that, Antonio."
"Be prepared to answer to the elders, Vincenzo. You don't feel remorseful yet, maybe you will when they call you to face judgement. You know what they do to people who murder their families." Antonio waved, a smile on his face as he left.
Vincenzo went green in fear. The elders won't forgive him for killing his son. Just thinking of the punishment has got his heart thumping in his chest. He has witnessed first hand what the punishment entailed, hell he made the rules himself, that was after he murdered Alessandro. Of course he didn't think the secret would be out in the open.
"Fvck sake." He lamented. Deep down he wanted Antonio to report him, he needs to pay for his sins, sooner or later. He was dying soon, he had to face penance one way or the other.
"That bastard." Greta cursed, getting on her feet.
Vincenzo turned to stare at her, regretting why he met her grandfather and agreed to his offer. Hell there was nothing he benefited from her over the years. She's not beautiful, she's not good in bed, she can't cook. What did he marry her for? To decorate his house?
"Who are you referring to?" He asked.
"Your stupid best friend of course." She whined, massaging her neck
"Say one insultive word at him and I'll get him to come back here and kill you for insulting Ariana." He threatened. He wasn't just saying it because he wanted to, he meant it.
"You wouldn't dare." She scoffed and immediately he reached for his phone.
Greta went on her knees "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
Vincenzo smiled. "Great to see you scared of someone. I'm satisfied."
She rolled her eyes, getting on her feet.
"Now get out."
"Oh, I will. Your secrets aren't safe with me though." She chuckled, flipping her hair.
"Hold on." He said and Greta smiled, thinking he was about to compensate her.
"Flipping your hair, what does it mean? I'm I supposed to be scared and shivering?" Vincenzo asked and the smile on her face disappeared.
"You look like the back of a horse, very disgusting."
"Did you just hurl insults at me?" She asked.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot you have defective ears. Yes! Greta, you're ugly and a sorry creature. The feminine gender is disappointed to have you." Vincenzo stated, smirking. It probably looks childish, him insulting her, but who cares, not him. He doesn't give a fvck what happens in his life anymore, as far as Alexander can forgive him and take in his empire, he is happy.
"You don't know what I have on you, Vincenzo." Greta said, red with anger, the bones on her neck displaying like an artefact.
"Go on, by all means, use it. I don't care, don't you?" He sighed, stretching out his legs on top of a chair. He was dying, he was already losing his life, what more can he be scared of losing?
"You don't care? Even if, let's say Alexander winds up dead, because the brakes on his car stopped functioning or let's say he gets crushed by a truck?" She said, She will say anything, to get a reaction from him. All she said was what she had in mind to do this week. Alexander Vladimir wasn't going to live out this month.
Her son will succeed the throne by force.
Vincenzo burst out laughing immediately when he heard her.
"I'm sorry. Who do you think he is? Your pathetic son, Bruno? The moment you act on those devious ideas in your head, is the moment your life ends up in his hands. By all means, go ahead and try to kill, you've tried before, did you succeed?" He asked.
Greta clenched her fist. Of course he knew of her previous attempt and paid a blind eye to it. What else has she done that he wasn't aware of.
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