Chapter 5

The incident which happeoned two days ago at hospital X, due to heavy influence from the higher ups at the police station, was withheld from the public. Any trace of what had transpired was shoved under the rug, as though the seige had never occurred.

And whilst things levelled down at the hospital, the same couldn't be said for Vitto and her men, who at the moment had company.

*Some moments earlier*

Three Ford Broncos and a black Chevrolet Camaro parked outside the newly purchased apartment complex, which was currently being occupied by Vitto and her men. Ten men, all dressed in plain black striped suits filled out in an orderly fashion, the lingering scent of alcohol that stuck to them, could only spell trouble.

At the centre of them all, stood their leader, in an eye catching authentic brown fur coat that hung loosely on his shoulders. His black turtle necked shirt, highlighted the work out abs that was enough to make any woman's jaw drop.

That was not the only thing noticable about this man, his brown quiff haircut complimented his acquiline nose which had a silver nose ring pegged at the right side of it.

His dark eyes were as alluring as the brown autumn leaves carried about by a cool breeze on a cold morning in the early fall. Two pistols hung from his black pants as he strutted through the apartment lobby.

"You're certain this is the building where Vitto is hiding?" He asked, both hands folded across his chest, as they waited for the elevator doors to open.

"Yes boss, they bought the house under Sebastiano Rossi." One of his close subordinates responded.

He scoffed at him and stepped into the elevator the moment he heard the ding sound. He narrowed his brown eyes at his watch, and swore under his breath.

The lazy look on his face, was enough to point out, that he was through with this bullshit.

*Apartment room 099*

Huge wads of cash were piled up and stacked against each other at the left hand side of a long table. Sitting right next to the dollar bills, was Vitto, who had on a tight fitted black tank top and camo green pants.

The chair, she sat on, was a rather tall man over his early thirties, whose Ash brown stubble beard went together with shaved head, just like jam went with jelly. His serious almond brown eyes was trained on the hand of cards Vitto held to her chest.

The man had Titan shoulders so broad that it only seemed natural that his biceps were huge and heavy.

"All in." Vitto said, pushing her money towards the middle of the table.

In a casual manner, she lifted up her right foot and rested it on the big guy's thick thighs, then wedged her elbow on her knee. Her high cheekbone rested on her palm, which allowed her to shift her weight to her right side, effortlessly.

There were about seven of them in total occupying the apartment complex, all casually dressed, each minding his own business.

At the bar section of the living room, across the counter sat an older looking man dressed in a dark brown retro suit, topped with a pushed down light brown Fedora that shielded half of his face. In his hands, was a dragon head walking cane, he meticulously minded to, polishing it silently.

In another corner of the spacious living room, lazily tossing darts at a dart board, a five foot, eight man, wearing black gloves occupied himself. His wavy brown neck length hair, didn't hinder his vision, because all his shots were on target.

The distant sound in the background, was as a result of another man in the room, who had his attention glued to the Tv. He was the only person who stretched out across the sofa. Whose entire body, up to his tousled silver ombre hair that shielded his eyes from the rest of the bunch, was covered by an ash blanket.

"All in too." Said the man who sat leg crossed opposite Vitto, as he casually tucked his jet black straight hair behind his ear. His round silver and grey retro sunglasses balanced perfectly on the bridge of his Roman nose.

Yes, he was sort of man who would dare to wear tinted sunglasses indoors.

Standing behind Vitto, was the same blonde man from before, who had taken Lucia hostage just two days ago.

The one known as Seb.

All seven of them occupied the apartments on the top floor, the rest of Vitto's gang members resided in the other apartments in the building.

A wicked smile was plastered on the woman's face, as she used her eyes to point which card she wanted Seb to play for her.

Just as the man was about to pick out the card from the hand, a loud bang sound left his hand suspended in the air.

The door to Vitto's apartment was forcefully pushed open and a bunch of men flooded her apartment in mere seconds, pointing their pistols at everyone.

"Tsk, I told you not to get my clothes dirty." A pissed off man scolded, dusting the debris from the broken door off his black fur coat.

He raised his gaze from his black shoes, only to lock his sights on Vitto and the rest of her gang, carrying on their casual activities, not paying heed to any of them.

"Your turn." Vitto said to her opponent in an unequivocal tone, her undivided attention poured into the game.

"Are you going to pretend you can't see me?" He asked irritated, his men stood at his sides, blocking the exit.

From the corner of her eye, she slowly observed her surroundings and noticed the average heighted man, attention hungry. The sight of his men tactically pointing their pistols at her unbothered men almost made her burst out laughing.

"I didn't notice someone walk in." Her hard boiled response made his lip twitch in rage.

She mindlessly stood up from her chair, all eyes trained on her, as she cat walked towards the bar section of the living room. The woman sat down on a bar stool and signalled the man behind the counter to serve her a drink.

He swiftly complied, and opened up a new bottle of redbreast whiskey, then poured her five shot glasses of it.

"Drink with me." She said in a clear tone, her shot glass rested on her no lipstick lower lip.

She emptied the glass in an instant, then let out a satisfied moan, all while ten men had guns pointed at her.

"Don't tell me you don't drink." Teased Vitto, as she picked up another shot glass and emptied it in seconds. She went on to drink the rest, hooked on the taste, till she eventually decided to just grab the bottle and drink directly out of it.

"You shouldn't blame me if I end up emptying the whole thing myself" While she spoke, her guest took calculated steps towards where she sat, ignoring the scrutiny from her men. He stood close to her and rested his elbow on the counter.

Vitto relaxed her shoulders and rested the bottle on her lower lip, the harsh taste settled at the tip of her tongue.

"Here." Vitto said, innocently pouring him a glass out of good will, "drink up." She effortlessly slid the glass of wine across the marble surface, directly into his hands, a quirky smile planted on her face.

"You really are..." Her guest took a pause and brought the glass of whiskey to his line of sight, eyeing Vitto from the corner of his eyes.

He could feel the hardened stare of all of her men trained on him, everyone seemed to be focused on his next line of action. All but one person.

"A fucking piece of shit!" He swiftly emptied the contents of the glass on Vitto's face, and hurriedly reached for the gun sticking out of his pocket.

Vitto quietly swayed her head from side and muttered something in her native tongue, her eyes glued to the marble surface.

At this point in time, all of her men had stoic expressions planted on their faces. On the surface, it seemed like they weren't bothered by the disrespect shown to their boss. Or, they were simply scared of having a bullet served for breakfast.

But in reality, they were like lions laying in wait, ready to pounce on their prey, once the time was ripe to strike.

"Tell me Rochus." she softly spoke, using the back of her palm to wipe the alcohol from her face.

"How do you wish to die?" She asked in a venomous tone, raising her head, to reveal her eyes, filled with bloodlust and rage.

The moment she spoke, her men pulled out their weapons and swiftly took out Rochus's men without batting an eye.

Rochus, who was stunned out of his wits, pulled the trigger of his gun, as a last resort.

However his were plans foiled, by the man behind the counter, who used his walking cane to knock away the man's hand, throwing him off his aim!

Vitto took full advantage of his consternation and kicked the gun out of his grip, unto the floor of dead bodies.

The woman wasted no time to pull out a gun from her pants, and point it's muzzle directly at the unwanted guest's head.

"Don't shoot me, you'll incur my father's wrath Vitto." He threatened in an overconfident tone.

"Tell your father when joins you in hell, that I sent you there." And with that parting note, Vitto emptied three bullets into his head, and kissed the muzzle of the gun.

Rochus fell flat on the pine flooring, into his miserable pool of blood, with a wide eyed expression of shock on his face.

"What do we do now boss?" Seb asked in a nonchalant tone, casually tossing a moist white towel to Vitto. As though he were asking something so simple, like what restaurant they would eat at.

She took the cloth and cleaned her eyes and hands with it for a solid two minutes. When she was done, her wandering eyes darted to the half full bottle of whiskey standing on the counter.

"We find the bastard's father." She told her men who busied themselves, searching the bodies for wiretaps. Then she carefully poured the whiskey into an empty glass.

Her men watched as their boss crouched down and placed the hall full glass and the gun he pointed next to his corpse.

"And kill him." She distinctly announced with no trace of hesitation whatsoever.