Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50
All of my emotions had vanished, leaving only anger. Betrayal was the worst thing you could do in the Mafia, and it was enough to send you to the 7th ring of hell, according to my father.

My father said I was weak if I couldn't shoot someone who had betrayed me... but I wasn't sure if I had the strength to kill her.

"FUCKKKK." I screamed. I threw my phone across the room at the wall, which shattered on impact. I turned to face the wall and, without thinking, began punching it. I couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything, and all I could see was red.

"Boss," one of my men said as he tried to break me out of my trance.

"What?!" I screamed at him, moving my gaze away from the wall and toward the man who had just touched me.

"Boss, there was no sign of her at the restaurant, but based on what the men saw, we believe she fled." Seb said as he backed away from me.

"Fuck," I yelled, returning furry to my body.

"Locate her. I don't care if you have to hack the government. BUT FIND HER OUT." I yelled, and I'm sure Ava could hear me no matter where she was.

Seb nodded and exited the room, leaving me to deal with my rage alone.

I took out the necklace I had given her from my other pocket.

I had never given a gift to anyone other than Dalia; she was the first person I wanted to give something to. I wanted to give her everything, and if she asked, I was ready to never let her go.

But she clearly didn't care because she lied.

Anger slowly returned to my body, and I hurled the necklace across the room, where it landed next to the shattered phone.

She had no value.

Three weeks later...

"Don?" Ashley asked as she opened my office doors.

"Is it because of Ava?" I spat, not looking up from the papers in front of me because I didn't want to deal with her.

"Yes." As she walked into my office, she replied with a smug smile on her face.

"All right," I hissed.

It had been three weeks and there had been no sign of Ava.

With each passing day, there was more evidence pointing to her, but I wasn't sleeping at all. My body wouldn't let me sleep, so I spent every waking moment looking for her. I was numb to all emotions, and I didn't know what they were, I didn't want to find her to help me anymore... I wanted to find her so I could torture her for what she did.

Ashley approached my desk and slammed a file in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at her, debating whether I should just kill her now.

"I have proof that she is a backstabbing slut." She said while placing her hand on mine and running her fingers up my arm.

"Get off my back." I growled and drew the file closer to me.

When I opened the files, she finally removed her filthy hands and gave me a scoff.

My jaw clenched and my hands balled into fists, revealing white knuckles. They were photos of Ava and Travis kissing. I began to shake as a result of my rage, and I closed my eyes to try to calm myself, only to make matters worse by picturing them together.

I lunged at Ashley and lifted her off the ground by grabbing her neck in my hand.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" I growled, seeing only red.

"What exactly do you mean?" Ashley stutters and grabs my hands.

"She'd never cheat on me, so when and how were these photos taken?" I snarled.

"When she was living with Travis at his house. I hired someone to follow her, and she got these photos as a result." She struggled to breathe as she spoke.

I let go of her and she fell to the ground, gasping for air. When I looked back at the photos, the realization hit me again. Something inside of me told me she didn't fake and everything was real but vanished as soon as I looked at them again.

She didn’t care for me. So I didn’t either.

If she could just leave and kill 12 of my men when I trusted her I would do worse.

I looked down at Ashley who was still on the floor gasping for breath. "Get every assassin we have and bring them here." I told her.