Dinner with the Mafia ✔

Chapter 29

"Don't call me love!" As I wanted to grab another knife and shove it in Atlas' throat, all of Dario's men pulled out their guns and pointed them at the bastard, who did not even flinch. I glanced at Dario; he seemed the calmest of them all, and I did not like that. His silence was excruciatingly intimidating.

After a long moment of silence that felt like hours, Dario stood next to me, never leaving his sight of Atlas. "How did you get inside?" he asked quietly and placed his hand on my lower back. 

He was unusually stressed, and I was scared of that.

"A simple video made your men move aside like obedient terrified puppies and let me in."

I suddenly felt worse and wanted to puke because of the scenarios that could have gone wrong. "What did you do?"

"First, let your men stand down," Atlas replied as he looked at Dario.

"Why would I let them do that?"

"You don't mind if I kill your sister and her little angel, then?" As he uttered these words, Mattia launched at him, almost landing a punch, but Atlas pulled out his phone and showed us a disturbing live feed before Mattia could do anything.

Enola and Andrea were held at gunpoint in an empty park. It was past ten, but I could think of how Atlas managed to lure her out of their house. He could have threatened to kill Dario or Mattia if she did not comply.

Dario's hand grabbed my suit jacket to hold in his rage. I could not blame him; I was angry myself. "Everyone, stand down." On cue, they put their guns on the table and waited.

If looks could kill, Atlas would be in hell right now.

"Second, I want Jolene by my side. Now. We will build a happy life together, love. You don't have a boyfriend, and I don't have a girlfriend. We are perfect for each other. We complete one another." Atlas' confidence puzzled me, but he was indeed dangerous and capable of nasty things.

I will eventually go with him, but I must set boundaries first.

I immediately thought of a plan that I hoped it would sell. I grabbed Dario's hand, pulled the ring from his pinky without anyone noticing, and slipped it on my ring finger. Dario looked at me in confusion but stayed silent. "Bold of you to assume I am single. I am happily married, you douche." I held my hand up and showed him Dario's ring, which was slightly bigger on my finger.

I did not know if my act was believable, but it was the only thing I could think of. That son of a bitch was capable of anything, and I wanted to shoot my shot.

Atlas' face paled as I said that, and Dario caught on rather quickly. "Bullshit!" Atlas yelled and clearly wanted to break something but refrained from it.

Dario's men did not comment, knowing any word could escalate the situation and make it worse than it already was. I needed to save Enola and Andrea because I was the reason for their hostage situation.

"She's my wife, and I won't let you have her. You will release my sister and nephew because I am one trigger away from murdering you." Dario's intimidating voice made Atlas shift in his place, yet he recovered quickly as if he did not just shit in his pants.

"Well, you see... if you shoot me, my men will shoot your precious ones. The only way they get released is by me taking Jolene. I don't care if she's married; there are things called lawyers and bribes. Nothing money can't solve," Atlas explained, and I felt there was no ending to this predicament.

"You need consent from both parties. I will not grant it," Dario shouted, but I sighed. Atlas said it: nothing money cannot solve... if we were truly married.