"Amici," Marcello hollered as he walked in.
Dalton was hovering over Mr.Wilson’s body. Aiden was at his side, cleaning off the blood stains from his knife.
"Man took you long enough. " Aiden heaves.
"Sorry, amici, I t a Bellissima Angelo on my way here."
"Where are your tools?" Aiden questioned.
"One of my Minos will bring it to ."
Marcello bent down to examine the body, his eyes fixed on the bloody gaping wound in the chest. "This is a clean cut. You love to torture your victim to death. " he shakes his head. "You didn’t kill him, Aiden. Who did?" He glanced back and forth between Aiden and Dalton.
Dalton’s eyes cast down, hinting to Marcello he is the culprit.
Marcello started laughing boisterously. "Mamma Mia, I never thought this day would co. I’m finally collecting the dead body of a man you killed. "
"Welco to the Dark side, Dalton. No wonder your lady looked quite frightened."
Dalton stirred. "Maya?"
"Yes, she is the Bellissima Angelo I t on my way up here. Don’t worry I had a small talk with her and offered her my special whiskey. Her distress quickly vanished like magic."
"She is okay then. Where did she go?" Dalton asked.
"She is probably with one of the twins. " Marcello presud. "I saw the doctor lingering sowhere."
Dalton should have felt so relief, Maya was okay. Instead, he is feeling a negative feeling inside. He is jealous of Marcello for being the one to comfort Maya while he couldn’t. He is rather the cause of her frantic.
"You broke one rule, Dalton. Never kill in front of your girl. "
Dalton stabs his fingers through his hair, his agitation showing. "I didn’t know she would walk through that door." Aiden was probably going to end Mr. Wilson’s life after he was done with his celebrations. But the mont he opened his mouth to disrespect Maya, a cord in Dalton’s brain snapped, and before he knew it, he had plunged the knife straight into Mr. Wilson’s chest, right through his heart.
"What did this fatty do?" Marcello asked.
"Threatened to poison Maya to force to transfer his retail company back in his na." Dalton picked up the transfer agreent docunt from the poker table. "Do you have a lighter?"
Marcello fetched one from his pocket and threw it at Dalton.
"He succeeded in getting his retail company back but at the cost of his life. ". Dalton set the piece of paper on fire
The door went ajar, inviting in a man in a handyman’s overalls who was dragging a big tool chest behind him.
Marcello rubbed his palms together. "Ti to get to work." He took gloves, goggles, and a chemical protective suit with a hood from the tool chest, and put them all on
Lastly, he selected a saw."Can you step away from the body so I can do my thing? "
Dalton and Aiden stepped away.
Dalton went to the bar. Aiden, being the psychopath he is, chose to stay put as he thrillingly watched Marcello use a saw to dismber the body into pieces. Marcello smiled sadistically while mutilating the body as if it were a chicken.
Dalton felt nauseous as his eyes lingered on the bloody ss on Marcello’s face. No matter how many tis he had witnessed Aiden torture and brutally kill people, especially during his killing spree mode, he would never beco accustod to the gore and barbarity.
When Marcello finished dismbering, he took a trash bag from his tool chest and packed Mr. Wilson’s mangled body parts into it.
"Was this a safe place for to do this ?" Marcello asked with uncertainty.
"Yep," Aiden answered. "Hours before the gala party comrce. I hacked into this mansion’s surveillance system. And before we entered this room, I made sure there would be no footage of us."
"Good, now ti to make the body disappear. Is there a bathroom here? I need a bathtub." Marcello asked, looking around.
"Behind you, " Dalton pointed.
"This is my favorite part of the job. " Marcello beams. "Dissolving the body. " Marcello chose Acid and other chemicals from the last drawer of the tool chest and he went into the bathroom.
"Oh, there is a big bathtub here. Perfect!"
Marcello blocked the drain and poured acid and other chemicals into the bathtub that had an amount of water needed. He dumped Mr. Wilson’s mutilated body parts into the bathtub.
Dalton and Aiden stood at the door of the bathroom watching the whole process
Dalton might need a strong liquor to keep the content of his stomach. Aiden, on the other hand, was acting like a kid in a candy shop.
"it will take three hours for the body to completely dissolve."
They walked out of the bathroom.
"Get the floor sparkly clean. " Marcello instructed the man who brought in the tool chest.
The man imdiately went to work cleaning the bloodstains with bleach, leaving no fingerprint or evidence of the atrocity behind.
When he was done, he sprayed a vinegar air refresher all over the room to get rid of the bleach sll.
Dalton, Aiden, and Marcello sat at the poker table as they waited for the body to dissolve.
"You look dense. Here, Maya left so for you." Marcello offered his whiskey flask to Dalton.
The Whiskey was more pleasing to Dalton because Maya drank from this sa flask. He took a long gulp
"Do you think you need to see a therapist.? Your nightmares and insomnia might return, " Marcello asked with concern. They were close enough for Dalton to confide in him about the trauma that had plagued him throughout his childhood to adulthood.
They have been friends for over 7 years. They t when Marcello sought Dalton’s help to rebuild his legal business for him so he could use that business as a cover-up for his illegal businesses.
Dalton succeeded in building a successful business empire for Marcello, and that’s when their almost-decade friendship began.
Apart from his brothers, Marcello is the only man he trusts.
"Taking another man’s life is not as easy as Aiden and I make it seem. We are psychopaths. Murder is a hobby of ours. Right, Aiden?" Marcello ruffles Aiden’s hair., earning a glare from him.
"This will traumatize you. I will book you a session with a good therapist. You need help. "
Dalton shakes his head "Pass."
He doesn’t want to pour his heart out to a stranger. All he needs is to be in Maya’s arms and lay his vulnerability bare to her.
"Give a call, if you changed your mind. " Marcello didn’t push.
"Frà," Marcello called Dalton Bro in Italian. "I was disappointed she didn’t know who I was; I’m your best friend, man. " Marcello hit his chest acting like he was in pain.
Dalton felt remorse. "I was planning on inviting you over for dinner. But I got a lot on my plate it skipped my mind. Sorry. Besides, you have been out of the country for three months now "
"Well, I’m back. No more trips for . Will next week be okay? I need to be formally introduced to Maya. " Marcello sounded too eager.
"Okay. I will let her know. " Dalton said. If only by then she wouldn’t look at him with so much fear in her eyes.
Marcello had a big smile on his face. "Can’t wait to taste the delicious Italian als she will prepare. I bet she cooks better than my Mamma."
"She definitely does. No doubt about that. " Dalton proudly said
"Her Italian dad’s blood is running through her veins. Of course, Italian dishes may be her signature dishes."
Dalton paused. "How did you know she has an Italian father? I don’t rember telling you this. "
"DeLuca, co on. That’s an Italian na. She looks Italian too. "
Sothing hit Dalton’s mind. "You are Italian. Have you ever been invited to Venus City Gentlen’s Club by the new owner? There is a rumor he exclusively invites Italian billionaires." He could use Marcello to find out the identity of the new owner.
There was a long pause. Then Marcello replied. "Not only have I been invited. I have seen the face of the new owner."
"Who is he?" Aiden, who was busy on his phone, chid into the conversation.
"Vico is the new owner of Venus City Gentlen’s Club." Marcello reveals.
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