getting VIP treatment

The gang watched as Elena was taken away by two men, she was not the only one surprised with the sudden VIP treatment she was getting. Was this some sort of game or what? Why did the Boss order that she be taken care of? She didn’t resist however, even though she wasn’t certain that she was safe yet, she just needed to be smart with her moves.

“Boss, why did you do that? I don’t mean to question your decision but that isn’t exactly how things work here. She was found in the enemy territory, she should be used and thrown out rather than be given a VIP treatment,” Luca complained.

Leonardo frowned and turned to Luca. “I hope you haven’t forgotten your position in this family, Luca? I am the head of the family; you don’t get to question my decisions. Like I said before, if you want to remain a part of this family, then you have to go by the book, and I get to write that book,” he reminded them.

Luca bowed. “I am sorry, Boss,” he apologized with an appealing expression on his face.

Leonardo sighed and turned to Lorenzo. “Go get cleaned up, and then report to me. I want a full list of all the men in this family, their position and responsibilities. Their credibility and record as well, let’s see who gets to stay and who gets to leave, who gets promoted and who gets demoted.” He instructed.

“As you wish, Don.” The underboss replied and bowed his head in respect.

Leonardo nodded and then he left them, he could hear them whisper amongst themselves as he left, but he didn’t pay any attention to that. Yes, they were scared of him and that was a good thing for the organization, if they fear him, then they are bound to obey him.

But scaring the shit out of them was not his goal for playing stern; rather he wanted to make it clear to them that he would not entertain any disorderliness amongst them. Everyone was expected to abide by the book, they were to follow instructions and not do whatever they pleased to do like there was no authority.

He never asked for any of these, he never asked to be part of this organization or to take over from his father, but now that it was so, he would do anything in his power to keep his old man’s legacy alive. He wasn’t doing this for himself, it was for his father.

Leonardo had been born into the Mafia society, something that had been in existence for ages. He was the odd one in their midst, even though he was born with Mafia blood. A child raised by men, with no motherly love.

His mother had died while he was just two years old, his father barely had time for him, so he was trained by his uncle; whom he just executed and Lorenzo, his father’s very good friend. Leonardo grew up with no experience of love, to him such emotion didn’t exist.

The whole family found him strange, they would always tell his father to have another child as he wouldn’t be capable of carrying on the family business, leading such a global organization. However, Anthony Salvatore had more faith in his only child than Leonardo had in himself.

Leonardo learnt how to hold and fire the pistol when he was just six years old, he did not just learn how to do it, but he was fvcking good at it. As a matter of fact, he could take down any creature from long distances. At eight, he became so good that he never missed his shot; that earned him his first nickname- Deadshot!

At fifteen, his father began to send him on sniper elimination missions, he could take down anyone from a distant roof; he became a weapon of assassination for the organization, a silent killer.

But then Leo began to act more strangely, he began to withdraw from people, enjoying his own company and avoiding communications and involvements with members of the family. Nobody understood why he was like that, no one could get through to him, he just wanted to be alone.

Leonardo would always lose his temper with anyone, it was like a fuse that could snap at any moment. The members of the family told his father that something was not right about him, but his father said they should give him time, that he was going through a phase; maybe the old man was wrong.

One day, Leonardo got angry with a servant who was trying to persuade him to join at the dinner table, he pulled his pistol and sent a nine millimeter silver bullet through the servant’s forehead, piercing his skull and killing him at the spot.

His father was pissed off, it was against the laws of the Mafia society to kill a family member and the punishment for that offense was short term banishment. So Anthony Salvatore decided to send his son away, he first left a scar on the poor Kid’s face, a reminder for his unforgivable sin, and then he put him on a flight to England, he sent him to a college over there, making sure to take away his guns from him before departure.

Anthony hoped that his son would come back a mature man, a fully educated and emotionally mature made-man, but when Leo returned, everything was different. Indeed, he had changed, but not for the better, he had become a complete stranger; one who no one understood, but however he never went rusty at handling a gun, he was just not Deadshot anymore, he was Scarface!!

** * * * * * * * * *

Leonardo arrived at his chambers and walked straight to the bedroom, there were two men at the front door, and they bowed as he approached.

“Where is she?” he asked softly. Anyone who heard that voce would doubt that he could kill a fly, but that was the thing about Leo, no one understands him, if understanding him was a course, everyone was going to fail.

“She is inside, boss, but she has refused to comply.” One of the men responded.

Leonardo frowned on hearing that, he didn’t like being disobeyed. He pushed the door open and walked in, just like the men had said; Elena had refused to do as he said, she was sitting on his bed with her arms folded.

It was a very large bedroom, painted all through in white. There was a bookshelf, a gun holder and a few other items in it. A large single couch and a king-sized bed, their covers were all white in color; perhaps white was his favorite color, and that was understandable. With all the lives he had wasted during his youth, his hands were probably soiled with a lot of blood, so he did be a bit comfortable around white- a reminder that he wasn’t pure!

There were two air conditions in the room, and it smelled really nice. More like lavender, or spring season. Elena realized that he had walked into the room and she stood up immediately, acknowledging his presence.

“My men report that you have refused to get changed, is that true?” Leo asked in a cold voice, with a poker face to hide his emotions- his father always said, fear the man with no expressions, his actions can never be predicted.

Well Leo wanted to be that man, he wanted to make his father proud, he wanted to fulfill the old man’s wishes by giving him the son he always wished he had, by proving the people who advised against handing over to him wrong.

Yes, I don’t want you clothes or refreshments, I just want to go home,” Elena replied boldly.

“Are you going to do as I say, or not?” Leo asked bluntly, still wearing that face devoid of emotions.

Elena paused for a while and stared at his face, probably trying to read a message off his expression, but there was nothing to read off him. Finally she replied. “I said I want to go home.”

“Very well then… Boys!!” Leonardo called out. The two soldiers standing guard at the door rushed in. Leo looked at them and then turned to Elena, she was looking pretty terrified. “Lock her up in the private cell,” he instructed.

Elena widened her eyes in surprise; perhaps she didn’t see that coming. “What? You can’t lock me up, I said I want to go home!!” she screamed.

The men rushed towards her and grabbed her arms, she tried to fight but it was useless, they easily overpowered her. Leonardo watched as she was taken away by the men, he sighed and walked to the bed with a plain face.

To be continued!!