Claimed By The Don

Vincenzo p. o. v

The look on Vincenzo’s face when he stormed in, was gloomy and raging storm. It has everyone walk around on their toes, and those working focus more on their job. Or should I say pretending to be focused.

He walk straight into the elevator, the elevator took him to the top floor. Opening directly in a room filled with his best hackers and trackers. Each one of them were extremely focus on their job, knowing too well not to step on their already pissed boss’s way.

Vincenzo stop behind Oliver, the man in charge of this department. He was tense as he sense his boss dangerous aura.

“Boss.” He greets composing himself.

“Who did it.” Vincenzo dismissed, going straight to what brought him here.

“Nikolai Vladimir.” Oliver answered. Vincenzo clenched his fist, straining himself from hitting something, anything.

The rage in him burns in flames, He had expected Nikolai Vladimir to come to him, but what piss him off was that Marco was now entangle in this cat and mouse chase at such a tender age.

He wanted Marco to come of age, before exposing him to the dangerous world waiting for him to rule.

“And?” Vincenzo seethes.

“They headed east, stopping close to the most deserted part of the city.” Oliver reports, he wants to be as much help as possible.

“Power’s Jungle.” Vincenzo muttered. Power’s Jungle is the territory of a man named Power, an African man, from Uganda. That place is a nightmare to anyone who doesn’t have any involvement with the mafias, it’s a place where all deadly deals are held.

The place is completely off limit to the police, the police learned to not do any raids there in a hard way. Now, all the kinds of criminals you can think of resides there, thugs, murders, thieves, human traffickers, drug dealers and even escape prisoners.

Although, Power has it all, but he still works for Vincenzo. Infact, Vincenzo is the big boss most of Power’s men haven’t seen, Vincenzo own that jungle but let Power runs it.

“Contact Power, tell him to close all entrance and exit in his jungle. No car should enter or leave without proper surveillance.” Vincenzo instructs.

Oliver fingers work faster than they have ever done, typing exactly what Vincenzo has told him. Immediately a response came in.

“Yes Boss.” Oliver reads out Power’s reply. Power must have been shock, receiving a direct message from his boss for such a long time. Vincenzo ever hardly gets involved in power’s business, and since he received such message he knows he needs to get into action.

Vincenzo’s phone rings blaring through the tensed air, He swiftly brought it out of his pocket and stare at the caller. It’s Lucas, Ava’s trainer.

“Yes.” He answered.

“We have a problem, Donna is not in her room and the guard at the door are lying on the floor unconscious.” Lucas spoke from the other side.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Vincenzo hang up, already on his way home. He was livid, extremely livid. He had instructed Ava to remain in their bedroom until he’s back, but she disobeyed. And worst, he have no idea where she could be.

He promised himself that when he finds her, he will chain her to the bed and she’s not going to see the sunlight ever again.

Ava p. o. v

“Boss she’s awake.” He spoke into the Bluetooth in his ear, He eyed us once more before turning to leave.

But before he did, He gave us his middle finger then quickly walk down the corridor leaving me completely confused. Why did he gave us the ‘fuck you’ sign.

I heaved a sigh deciding on letting it go and focus on more pressing matters, Kara gasped beside me, grabbing onto my hand to gain my attention.

I tore my gaze to her only to see a very stunned Kara, eyes as wide as a sea, her mouth dropped open and jaw hitting the floor.

She was dazed.

I snap my fingers in her face, successfully snapping her out of her daze. I stare at her waiting for her to say something as to why she’s so stun, but instead she hastily crawl to the metal bars.

I watch her intensively as held out her hand out of the bars, reaching out for something. She turn around, hiding something under her clothe.

She crawl back to her spot, quickly before I could blink. She held out my hand and drop a small dagger on it, I immediately hide the dagger in my waistline as well.

“He’s one of Vincenzo’s spy.” Kara finally spoke after hiding her own small weapon, I don’t know what we are preparing for but I know we are going need it.

“How are you able to tell.” I was still not satisfied, what if we are just been tricked by our captors.

“Vincenzo’s spies has only one sign and signal, that’s the middle finger. It’s how they identify themselves and communicate silently.” That’s kinda risky, I mean the middle finger is a common thing that everyone does. Someone can’t just do the middle finger and be expected to be among Vince’s men.

“To make them different, Vincenzo gave them options. They either wear a ring with the letter S embedded in it.” Kara whispered pausing and look around as if someone would jump out of nowhere, discovering their secret signs.

“Or they would get a tattoo S done very close to their middle finger nails, it’s almost impossible to see.” My mouth formed into an O shape. Since this guys isn’t wearing a ring, I get it that he has a tattoo.

In this case, Vince can get our location in no time. I just wish he would come fast, I don’t want us to face anything bad especially in my current situation.

Suddenly, I heard multiple footsteps rushing down the hall coming directly to our cell, I shudder mentally bracing myself for what’s to come.

They appear before us, with the look on their faces. I think they’re done playing games and the real deal is about to began. They are four in total, disgusting looking tattoos spread all over this body, looking almighty as they stare us down threatening.

One of them unlocked the cell, and urge us out. They kept pushing us further down the thin aisle, with Marco hiding behind me holding onto my thigh for his dear life. My eyes danced around us taking note of where we actually are, it seem to me that we are in some kind of basement.

The basement is cold, metallic and sterile. The celling covered in ancient pipes winding in an unpleasant angles, the floor covered in rough cement. The stairs are oddly looking, the stairs is surrounded in drywall which clashed with the rest of the basement.

We walked up the stairs out of the basement into a spacious room, which could serve as a living room instead it was covered in weapons of different sizes and shapes.

But what got me rooted in place, isn’t the big buff and scary men in black standing behind him, nor the deadly instrument line up on a wide table directly in front of us. Separating from him.

But the piercing blue artificial eyes, and his ridiculous breathtaking blonde hair. This man is any girl’s hero in her dreamland, He doesn’t look like he belongs to this dangerous world. But the amount of mystery, power and most of all, the danger that radiates from him says otherwise.

Danger and anger was what actually got me all scared and ready to run faster than Usain Bolt any minute.