Sold to the Capo-Chapter 93: THE SNITCH

AUTHOR’S POV

"Adriana, stop struggling. I’m trying to help you." Salvatore’s voice was steady, but Adriana could hear the irritation seeping into his tone as he dragged her along the dimly lit hallway to the direction of his study. She twisted and squirmed, her muffled screams echoing slightly even though she knew no one would come to help her, but his grip didn’t falter.

"Quiet," he muttered, tightening his hold around her. "Stop moving about and stay still, will you? Don’t make this any harder for both of us."

Her movements stilled at his warning, but her glare burned into him. She wanted to scream, to bite, to do anything to free herself, but her instincts told her that he wasn’t bluffing and would actually do something to make her quieten down.

When they reached his office, Salvatore kicked the door open, walked in, and gently set her down. As he closed the door, Adriana darted toward it, but he was faster. His hand shot out, gripping the handle as he locked it with a final click.

"Don’t," he said firmly, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her.

Adriana staggered back, her chest heaving. "How could you betray Vincenzo like this?!" she spat, her voice shaking with barely contained fury. "You’ve been feeding Master LaRosa information, haven’t you?"

Salvatore’s expression didn’t change. He leaned back against the door, arms crossed, as if her outburst didn’t faze him one bit. "I suggest you calm down before jumping to conclusions. You’re already saying I’m the bad guy here"

"Calm down?" Adriana’s voice rose an octave, her fists clenching at her sides. "I heard you, Salvatore! I heard everything last night. How long have you been stabbing him in the back? We’re you th reason that the Haven got attacked?!"

He straightened, his calm façade slipping just a fraction and in it’s place was an annoyed expression. "Adriana, you don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I don’t know what I’m talking about?" she repeated incredulously, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You’ve been working with Master LaRosa behind his back! Do you have any idea what Vincenzo will do to you when he finds out?"

"Enough," Salvatore snapped, his voice cutting and sharp. He took a step closer, and for the first time, Adriana noticed the way his jaw tightened, the slight tremor in his hands as he neared her.

He was scared also.

But she refused to back down. "What is it, Salvatore? Are you scared now? You should be. Because the second Vincenzo finds out—"

A sharp vibration cut her short and her gaze rested on his pockets where the vibration was coming from. Salvatore pulled his phone from his pocket, glancing at the screen. His jaw clenched.

"It’s Vincenzo," he said, his voice low.

Adriana’s heart leapt. "Give me the phone," she demanded, stepping forward.

Salvatore shook his head, raising a hand to stop her. "As if. Don’t even think about it."

Before she could argue, he answered the call. "Vincenzo," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "What’s going on?"

"Where’s Adriana?" Vincenzo’s voice was sharp, bordering on scared. "I just got off a call with her, and it cut off. She sounded scared. What’s happening?"

Adriana lunged for the phone, but Salvatore moved quicker. He clamped a hand over her mouth, holding her back with ease as he pinned her to the wall, muffling any sounds from her.

"She’s fine," Salvatore said, his tone calm. "She’s with me now."

"Let me talk to her," Vincenzo demanded.

Salvatore glanced at Adriana, who was glaring daggers at him, her muffled screams growing louder but it only came out as an inaudible sound from how hard he was pressing his hands against her mouth. "She’s shaken up," he lied. "She needs some time to cool off. She’s already in her room, you have nothing to worry about."

There was a pause, and Adriana could hear Vincenzo’s labored breathing through the speaker. "If anything happens to her, Salvatore—"

"It won’t," Salvatore interrupted. "You have my word."

The call ended with a click, and Salvatore lowered the phone, tossing it onto his desk. He turned his back to Adriana, his shoulders tense, letting go of her.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice quieter now, almost tired.

Adriana didn’t respond. She weighed her options, she had a knife inside inside her clothes which she could use if she wanted to fight her way out.

That was the best option.

She moved quickly, drawing the blade and lunging at him.

Salvatore spun around just in time, his reflexes sharp. He caught the blade by the edge, blood immediately pooling around his fingers.

"Adriana, stop!" he growled, his voice laced with pain.

Her hands trembled, her chest heaving as she stared at the blood dripping onto the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, her voice breaking even as she gripped the knife. "Why are you betraying him? I trusted you, Salvatore. He trusted you"

He released the knife, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. Blood dripped from his hand as he cradled it against his chest. His expression was a mix of pain and something else—regret.

"I didn’t have a choice," he said quietly. "You don’t understand, Adriana. But you need to know... Vincenzo can never find out about this.

Adriana struggled to catch her breath, taking a staggering step back. "You have five minutes

Meanwhile in Sicily, Italy

Master LaRosa leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers placed under his chin as he waited for someone. The door creaked open, and he looked up as a figure entered.

"You’re late," he said coldly, his eyes slowly scrutinizing him.

The figure shrugged, pulling back their hood. "Traffic," they said dryly.

LaRosa’s sharp eyes were focused on him. "That’s no excuse and you know it" he grunted.

The person tilted their head and let out a puff of air. "Do you want to scold me or are you going to let me say what I want to?" He asked.

Master LaRosa looked like he was one step away from pulling out a knife and stabbing the person repeatedly but instead he sighed and nodded to the seat in front of him.

"Take your time" he mumbled, pulling out a packet of cigarettes, pulling out one which he lit with his lighter, drawing in the smoke from it, tilting his head back.

When the person hadn’t said anything for a full minute, Master LaRosa looked at the man, the cigarette firmly held between his fingers. "I’m still waiting, you have a job, I want my reports"

The man leaned forward, his gaze never leaving Master LaRosa. "There’s a lot of things happening in the house right now and I think Vincenzo is planning to take over completely"

Master LaRosa face darkened. "What about the Bratva? I called him on it today"

"Mostly just a coverup, we do have the threats of the Bratva but it seems that Vincenzo wants to use the chaos to get rid of you as you have apparently been threatening his rule as of recent" The person reported.

Master LaRosa couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "Are you sure of this? Are you a part of it?"

The person leaned back against the chair. "No, I think he’s finding me suspicious these days... he doesn’t tell me much anymore but I know what I’m saying, I confirmed it, I’d advise that you do something about it first. He wants to get rid of you and take the empire, dont let him do that" The person suggested.

Master LaRosa dumped the burning stick of cigarette into the glass of whiskey on the table, his dark eyes boring into space. "He’s been falling out of line these days, it’s all when that bitch came. Her father was a bastard and now so is she" He growled.

The person didn’t say anything, they stood up instead, tucking their hands into their pockets. "Time is ticking, who’s going to take the first strike? Your spy hasn’t been doing much work, hm?"

Master LaRosa glared at the person, anger blazing in his eyes. "Shut up. Leave"

The person gaze a mock bow and stalked out of the house, the place was dark out and the person had a hoodie over their face as he went over to the car he had come with.

When he pulled out of the mansion, he left a hand on the steering wheel while using the other to pull out his phone, dialling a number and putting his phone on loudspeaker.

"Is it done yet?" Another person spoke as soon as the call was picked.

"Yes, I’ve caused the confusion and set them against themselves and I’m trying to find out where he took the lady since she seems to be missing, I can’t get info on what’s happening in his head but tell Don Julius that I have it under control as always and he should let me know what next I need to do to make this work" the person driving said into the phone, their tone cold.

Suddenly an oncoming vehicle flashed its light as it passed by the car and the lights illuminated their face making the man’s face visible, a sinister smirk on his lips almost obscured by the hoodie.

Henry