Till Death Do us Apart - Episode 7&8

 

TILL D£ATH DO US APART

Till Death Do us Apart - Episode 7&8

(The•Devil•I•Loved)

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Over his broad, strong shoulder, Leonardo's eyes cast a killing gaze on Ivanna's body frame on the floor.

He said nothing. He did nothing.

He just stayed there, watching with half his his eyes carefully covered by his lids, the gaze so experimental.

So deadly.

Robert wasn't breathing for those minutes, he held his breaths in his throat, surviving by just shaking.

His sweaty palms left black imprints on the concrete ground, and his Adam's apple throbbed.

Ivanna is still there on the ground, smiling stubbornly at Leonardo, that blood on her teeth giving her a psychotic font.

Leonardo stated silent till he returned to his walk, taking few more steps out of the room.

Robert released the breaths he has been holding, scrambling to her on his knees and palms.

"Ivanna... Ivanna please... Please I don't wanna die! I don't want you to die too!! Stop provoking him!! We have to go back home someday and that can't be possible if you keep doing this. Iva, please stop ..." He begged in tears.

Ivanna struggled to sit up on her own, her inner mouth and lips bleeding from his punches.

Even her eyebrows and jaws and chin have deep cuts, all from his blows.

Her tummy is bleeding too from his boot kick, and her upper body is bleeding from the whiplashes.

Every part of her is bleeding.

She spit out blood and dragged herself to the wall to sit, resting back on that wall.

"Ginny ain't dead, and we won't die. We can't die after everything that has happened here," she groaned.

"Then you have to stop provoking him! He left without saying anything or doing something even after what you said to him. That devil left without doing anything? We're so dead, Ivanna." Robert sniffled.

"We won't die, he's not going to kill us. He needs us to find the real parcel, and if he kills you, he knows there's no way he'd get it out of me, so he won't touch you, everything will be on me," she explained.

Robert held her hands.

"Ivanna, this isn't right. You're playing a dangerous game, you're predicting him, and it's unadvisable. I don't even know why you hid the parcel in the first place. Can't you just confess the real location and let's see if he'd take pity on us?" 

"Take pity? Do you see pity in his eyes" Ivanna sniffled.

Robert sat back, and she leaned forward to him, groaning painfully.

"Are you ok?" He quickly asked.

"I'm... I'll be fine. Trust me and follow my analysis. I'm sure he'll be back soon to get me to torture again. He'll do it repeatedly, trying to break me, but I won't break," she grunted.

Robert covered his eyes with both palms, feeling highly sick.

--

[Bobby's Suite]

Bobby ain't left out. Just like the rest of the siblings have their own space here, Bobby has one, too.

His Suite which is the most extravagant with bright colors cos he's a sociopath who loves showing off his shit.

Inside, he's with Bacardi and Sandra, the three are in his home bar, talking over cups of alcohol.

Bacardi is seriously laughing her head off, squeezing the lemon in her drink in the middle of her palm.

"I don't see what's funny about this whole thing, Cardi. Her brother told us to go look for the parcel, but she actually changed the parcel location even before they came here to steal? Do I basically wasted my time going to their apartment! Gawd, I badly wanna kill her, but Leo is pulling me back and it's tiring!" Sandra complained genuinely.

Bacardi dropped the squeezed lemon on her tongue, chewing the bitterness as her laughter seized.

"It's funny as hell, she has always had this feisty, crazy look in those eyes of hers, but too bad she used it on the wrong person. You said Leo doesn't want her dead yet, same Leo?" She scoffed, still chewing.

"I know, right?" Bobby stood, gulping everything in his cup.

"My Leo is always the first to suggest torturous death for anyone in here, but this time he's refusing to torture her to death after the shit she pulled? He's planning something, and I have to go to gos Citadel tonight and spend time with him so he'd tell me his plan," he said dreamily.

"Don't bother going to his Citadel, he's not there at all," Sandra rolled eyes.

"How did you know? You don't even have your biometrics registered on his door?" Bobby rolled eyes back.

"We saw him heading somewhere, and you know where he'll go in this clan by this time of the night," Bacardi said.

Bobby frowned, and the moment he realized, he stood 

"Should have told me earlier, you two bitçhes!" He spat, rushing out.

"His hysteria drives me crazy," Bacardi shook her head.

"I'm at the verge, too." Sandra added as they followed him.

--

[Clan Mausoleum]

The mausoleum is just squeezed in the middle of the clan building; not too big, and not too small, just enough to contain a dead person's spirit and body.

Violent Vera Esposito's Mausoleum was written with black stained glass in front of the white building, and at this time of the night, the string lights surrounding it are so bright.

Leonardo appeared with a maid behind him, the maid carried a small tray of pale hydrangea flowers.

Getting to the door of the mausoleum, Leonardo looked back at the maid. She was already climbing the staircase with him.

"Give the flowers, and get down," he ordered flatly.

She maid handed him the bouquet, and he took it with veiny hand, then the maid rushed off.

Leonardo unlocked the door with his face—all four siblings have their faces registered here, so their faces can open this Mausoleum anytime.

Leonardo entered, meeting the only tomb inside as squeaky clean as usual. The black gemstones are shinning as he placed the bouquet on the grave, then he sat on a sitting slate in front of the beautiful grave.

He brought his broken head lighter out of his pocket, no expressions as he stared at it, the only gift he got from Vera before her death.

Vera is his mother, Bobby's mother, Bacardi's and Sandra's too.

She birthed all four of them for Anthony before dying that fateful year, then Anthony got married to Felicia after her death.

Vera was the clan's Underboss, the Torturer, and the Ghost. Three in one who goes on the special missions during her time. She fought side-by-side with Anthony when the kids were still young. She was a brainiac, a maniac who wrecks havoc without even having to appear at the scene. And that's why they gave her the name Violent Vera.

Her death made Leonardo become the three in one (Underboss, Torturer, and the Ghost) at the tender age of 12. And since then, there has been no crack of light. It's all darkness, and he likes  it—living in his mother's dark, lightless world.

He looked at the grave once again, then his gaze flicked back to the broken lighter which has VV crested on it in italics.

"A whore broke it, and believe me, VV. I have a long array of cruel things to do to her, even confused on which one to choose, but you were always strategic with your breaking steps, and I'm gonna take it slow with her, break her step by step till she won't be able to gather the pieces, and then bring her to cry here on your grave. You could swim in her tears up there," he said like the sweetest thing ever, bringing out a cigar afterwards.

Despite the headless state of the lighter, he still managed to spark light from it to the cigar, and the moment he started smoking, the others came in.

Bobby led them, and the girls followed, both carrying bottles of bourbon.

Bourbon was Vera's favorite, and it also ended up being Leonardo's.

"You fuckin love cheating. You sneaked here without involving us again. You aren't planning to run off with mother's body, are you?" Bobby sat beside him, taking the cigar.

"No one said you couldn't visit this place on your own, not a must to visit anytime I visit," Leonardo replied.

"Listen to that anger-ridden voice, I can hear your anger, let it out brother!" Bacardi said to his face.

"Get that face off mine, lest I ruin it," Leonardo simply replied, and Bacardi laughed, pouring their drinks in four red solo cups.

"Leo, we could lay her body on this grave and beat her here, what do you think? We could entertain mother's spirit with her cries," Sandra whispered.

"As enticing as that idea sounds, no one's making a move till I say so" Leonardo replied bluntly.

"Yes sir!" Bobby laughed, touching Vera's grave.

"Your second boy here, the clan's Enforcer." He said seriously.

Sandra lay her head on the grave for a little while, smiling.

"Your last baby here, the clan's Top Girl." She said.

Bacardi went extra, climbing the grave to sleep on it.

"Hi mother, your third baby here, the clan's Golden Retriever." She said.

"And I'll be sending like five girls to Leo's citadel tonight, he needs a good f+k to calm and plan well. I don't only control male strippers, I control females too, mother." She added.

"You're a freak!" Sandra laughed.

"Send some bitçhes to my suite too, Cardi." Bobby said.

"Since when did we grow that close?" Bacardi scoffed.

"We went to the train station together and broke the henchman's knees together, if that's not closeness then what?" Bobby scoffed too.

"About that stuff, do you think Mayor Cliff is gonna pay before 24hrs? I'm wishing he doesn't though, so Leo will have something special to do tomorrow, yunno?" Sandra said.

"He won't pay, sending the henchman to deliver the pay without interest is enough to tell you he's not ready to pay interest. Losers like him love to try, despite knowing it won't end well. Such is the whore thief girl." Leonardo spoke.

"Meaning tommorow is another day for the news to get sweet?" Bacardi tilted up on the grave.

"News coming from Chicago corner right now. Mayor Cliff was found dead in his wardrobe? Tub? Cellar? Or study!" Bobby read dramatically, and they all laughed sickly, picking one solo cup of alcohol each.

Leonardo's cup was left unpicked, so their eyes darted to him.

"You don't want bourbon, should I get wasabi peas?" Bobby said.

"I forgot he's obsessed with that thing," Sandra nodded.

"Shut up," Leonardo said.

Their laughter took over again as he picked his own cup.

"To a deadly tomorrow?" Bacardi toasted.

"To death!" They chorused, excluding Leonardo though.

As they drank from their cups, a shadow left the mausoleum surroundings.

--

[Roses Sanctuary]

Island entered the sanctuary cautiously, looking around to make sure her entry isn't suspicious before moving forward.

She rushed to the taboo roses row where Felicia sat alone, examining the roses like a lone wolf.

"The siblings went to the mausoleum to spend time with Vera's grave," she reported.

"And this is why they'd never get used to me, they can't ever see me as their mother, am I gonna remain just Anthony's wife forever? I don't feel like a mother," Felicia sighed.

"But at least... Sandra likes you," Island replied, and Felicia looked up

"She loves her dead mother just like the rest of her siblings, they're not different from each other." 

"But, Donna, you're—"

"Mother!" Sandra entered the sanctuary, and Island slid out through the other door.

"Daughter?" Felicia stood.

"Here, have some bourbon!" Sandra dropped the solo cup in front of her.

Felicia looked at it, then at Sandra's tipsy face.

"You brought me alcohol from Vera's mausoleum?"

"You knew we went to the mausoleum?" Sandra frowned.

"It's a clan for a reason, Sandra. Even if I sleep for days, I'll still get reports about the ongoing," Felicia replied, taking the cup slowly.

"You don't have to drink it," Sandra said, her tipsiness reducing.

"No. She was your mother, and if I wanna be a mother too, I should take everything you give. That way, you can start seeing me as a new mother. I know I'm not as strong as Vera when she was alive, but remember she was originally from the mafia family, and I'm not." Felicia said.

"You're my mother, Felicia. Vera is my late mother, and you're my current one, get that." Sandra blankly replied.

"We'll see about that," Felicia smiled, drinking the whole bourbon.

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[Anthony's Office]

Nino—the driver, stood in front of Anthony, watching him make arrangements against tomorrow's deals and moves.

He stayed silent till Anthony looked up suddenly.

"There's a Charity Gala at Royal Meridian hotel tomorrow, hosted by Mayor Cliff. The security is woven tight, but if he doesn't pay up before 24hrs which I'm guessing he won't, then he'll go down as the Gala dead body. Get the hotel map and staffs BioData, send them over to Leonardo's mail tonight, mark it as tomorrow's special. You can get some rest afterwards." he instructed.

"On it, Don." Nino stepped out of the office, rushing down the sprawled corridor.

Nino isn't just Anthony's driver but also his closest errand boy. He drives like he was born with the wheel on his hands, and he runs the same way.

He doesn't stop till he catches anything or anyone he chases.

He's the clan's Chaser.

He was about to go past the corridor curve when he collided into Sandra.

With wide eyes, he stepped back.

"I'm so sorry!"

"You can do better with the apology" Sandra grimaced. "Kneel."

Nino stepped back once more, then he easily fell on his knees.

"I'm sorry" he repeated respectfully.

"Good. We went to get the fake parcel together earlier, and that little moment you spent with me in the car should tell you I don't fancy bumps. Now run along." She ordered.

Nino stood and hurried out of that corridor.

Sandra left with a smirk plastered to her mean face.

After the departure of the two, Island came into that same corridor, folding her arms below her breàsts.

"Too bad Sandra is Donna Felicia's best among the siblings. She's f+kin spoilt." She muttered hatefully.

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[Leonardo's Citadel]

Bacardi wasn't joking when she talked about sending five girls over tu f+k Leonardo.

He met them waiting in front of his Citadel when he arrived, but he only chose one of them to enter the citadel with him. Not even his bedroom, but his dark office.

The girl has fishnet stockings and gown covering her n+kedn£$s, and she obviously looks nervous.

She's one of the clan s+x workers, a newly recruited virgin according to Bacardi's info about her.

Leonardo slapped on the office lights, before falling on the couch, looking mysterious under the bright shower of the light.

The girl stood there, fidgeting and not knowing what to do since his eyes are down, not looking at her at all.

Bacardi mentioned satisfying him sexually, and he's hard to satisfy.

Her chance of going out of this place alive depends on how perfectly she satisfies his needs.

She held her breaths and took her first step to him, but his eyes went up.

"Tear off that annoying fishnet from your body, leave your stockings and heels on though. Get on the f+kin desk, spread your legs and start touching yourself for me." He ordered.

That was all it took.

She didn't want for him to say more.

She tore off the fishnet gown as instructed, leaving the stockings and heels untouched.

She n+k£dly sat on the desk edge, spread her legs to shamelessly reveal her shaved p+$sy which was already sinfully soaked.

He might be the brutal Ghost, but his face card would affect anyone. Leonardo Esposito happened to her the moment she saw him up close and inhaled him.

Her fingers went down fast, and two went into her soaked folds...

"Three," his voice came, his eyes focused on her pûssy.

She added one more finger, and tears left her eyes as she started moving them at the pace he's ordering.

His eyes never wavered, never blinked as she fingered herself with his brutal orders.

"Faster,"

"Rub your clî+ for me,"

"Suck your br+@$ts,"

"Lick your fingers,"

"Slide them back inside."

"Slap that p+$s¥."

The orders kept coming, and her tears ran down her chest, dotting her n+ppl£$ teasingly as her fingers travelled far beyond her core again.

She went insane.

"Oh gawd! Oh gawd!...Please let me go slow! Please let me...ahhh! Please let me c+m! It's too much please let me... f+k it! This is too good! Please don't stop looking at my p+$s$!"

The wet sound of her fingers f+kin her hole filled the office, and the sinfulness made Leonardo rest back on his couch, still staring with perfectly syncing heartbeats.

Then... a brainstorm came. 

A sudden one.

An intentional evil smile made his lips drag by the side.

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[Armando Mansion]

It's late night, but Lissa is still up, waiting for when her mother will return from her business trip.

She's with her branded laptop in the living room, and maids surrounded her like guardian angels, waiting to bring whatever she asks.

She's currently in an online clothing store, looking for a shirt gift for Leonardo.

"No. He dislikes blue." She swiped for the twentieth time.

"He dislikes yellow! you guys don't have muted colours?" She snapped as if she could see the attendants.

Then her phone rang, and she picked it up. It's Bobby.

"What's up, Bob?" She frowned, still tapping away on her laptop.

"I'm a lil tipsy, I'm gonna use you till I get over it." Bobby replied.

"You have your wife's body with you, go beat her up." She said.

"I did already, Lalissa. I upgraded tonight by pouring acid on her legs, but it wasn't enough to douse this tipsiness." He replied.

"Go to Leo then! I'm not with Leo right now so go to him I have no time to spare you! How's it going with the thieves? Are they dead already?"

"I'll answer your question first. Nope, they aren't dead, and in fact...they tried to fool Leo by telling him the location of a fake parcel." Bobby said.

"The f+k?" Lissa spranged up 

"And about the first thing you said...go to Leo? Leo is busy with the five s+x workers sent to him by Bacardi. You need to see them, gawd... Some women are beautifully endowed. Those ass and racks are diabolical. Leo is probably eating p+$s¥ right now." Bobby replied.

Lissa hung up immediately, throwing her laptop on the floor as her teeth bit her tongue.

The maids around her shifted back.

"In finally back home, Lalissa!!" Mrs. Penny Armando shouted from outside as her car drove in.

Lissa didn't even bother going out to welcome her.

She went upstairs.

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[Crimson Cave]

A gathering of gangsters ended at 10, and the gangsters dispersed, each with their own mission for tomorrow.

Moo and Bradshaw climbed the stairs to the top pavement, and from there, they could view the city in glass.

"My mission is to get an additional member to the gang? And he must be strong? Geez, Gangleader knows how to kill my mood." Moo complained.

She expected Bradshaw to talk, but the huge guy stayed mute, so she looked at him questioningly.

"What do you wanna hear? My task is to target and poison Bobby tomorrow at his club, it's not less simpler than yours." Bradshaw said.

"All you have to do is infuse the poison with the air and poison him, but I have less than a month to find an additional regent to the two of us. Don't anger me" Moo gnarled.

"Then go start your search and stop sulking. Just grab a guy off the streets and train him!" Bradshaw shouted.

"Bastard!" Moo cussed, grabbing the jumping rope.

She jumped down the pavement. Her boot pounded the concrete before she walked out of the cave.

Bradshaw pulled a picture out of his pocket, and his jaws tightened as he stared deeply at it.

His ex girlfriend who broke up with him the moment she found out he was part of this gang.

It's Ginny.

"Even if I have to later kidnap you to have you by my side again, then so be it." Bradshaw mouthed.

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[Same Night, Street 130 Police Station]

Hayden is in front of the station, waiting for the right moment to enter again. He's literally hiding.

He has been thrown out three times today cos he kept demanding the cops to find the Cooper family, but no one is working on it.

It's like even the cops are in on this thing, but he's not giving up.

When the cop who went to get coffee came back and opened the door, Hayden rushed forward again.

But before he could force his way into the station, he was kicked back by that same cop, and the hot coffee was poured on him.

"This isn't law! A whole family is missing and y'all are refusing to take action!" He shouted insistently.

"Leave this place! No one wants to get involved with that family case so know when to stop!" The cop threw the coffee cups at his face too.

"Get out!" He snapped, entering the station.

With coffe-soaked shirt, Hayden stood, jogging down the front steps and fighting back his tears at the same time.

"Ivan, please just be ok whatever you and your family are. Please just—"

That was interrupted when he bumped into someone.

"Pardon my manners!" He quickly apologized without even looking at the person.

He crossed the road in a hurry.

The person watched him cross, then she sighed, resting her elbow on a street lamp pole.

It's Moo.

"Easy-Peasy, i already found one." She smiled creepily.

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[Next Day]

At 5pm, Leonardo came with Bobby to the Cooper family apartment.

They're inside, and while Bobby just rambled on and on about how tonight is gonna be, Leonardo focused on searching the house.

"Mayor Cliff would regret his life tonight, that wacko didn't send the payment as predicted. I can already hear his screams at your mercy, Leo." Bobby talked again.

Leonardo didn't reply.

"But these Cooper family are poor. There are only three rooms here. I bet the father and mother share one, the male child owns one, the late girl and the stubborn bî+ch shares one." Bobby said again.

Leonardo didn't reply once again. His phone is ringing in his pocket with Lissa's call, but he's in no mood to pick right now.

He needs focus to do this.

This family have no insurance or any other abode, so if Ivanna hid something, it's in this house.

He entered the room he's sure she shared with Ginny, standing the middle and trying to balance her personality with this place.

She's headstrong, uses provocation too much, a type that does something even if they know deep down that it'd end in tears.

Their type can hide emotions well, but they can't hide a cake. They make their traps too obvious.

In this room, there are two family pictures to the right, but on the left, there's only one.

On that left side, the only thing he's seeing is the bed, so he dragged away the pillows and bedsheets, but there's nothing there.

He raised the mattress from the bedstand, but still nothing.

He was about to drop it when his eyes went up, and he picked a hairpin from the small dressing table.

He repeatedly stabbed a swollen part of the mattress with the pin, then he punched his fist inside, bringing out the parcel.

The real parcel.

He let go of the mattress, smirking as he rolled it over.

"Too predictable, disappointing." he muttered.

"Found it?" Bobby entered the room.

"Find me a repairer for my lighter, within an hour," Leonardo replied, walking past him out of the room.

Bobby got his phone to make the call immediately.

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[House Of Esposito, Holding Room]

"You predicted wrong, Ivanna. I told you. We've been left alone since yesterday, you weren't tortured like you predicted..." Robert said as he sat beside Ivanna by the wall.

"Don't be scared," Ivanna replied, hiding the tremble in her voice.

"Stop saying that! You're tough but this ain't the place to act it! He's going to kill us, I can feel it!" Robert snapped.

As if replying to him, the door opened with a flight, and the hefty guards came inside for Robert alone.

"No! Where are you taking him!" Ivanna blocked them, but she was thrown away like a doll.

Robert was grabbed.

"Robert!!" She stood, but she was thrown off again, and before she could stand this time, they were already out of the room.

The door wasn't locked, so she ran after them fast.

"Robert! Robert!!"

Robert was crying like a kid as he got dragged. He could already smell death on himself.

The corridor is full tonight. Mobsters, maids and guards who have started laughing out again.

Ivanna ran after them till they entered the Gravehood after two torturous minutes.

Inside, Leonardo sat like a king not far from a zinc tub, oozing with undiluted acid.

The mere sight of it made Ivanna's mind cut in four, and Roberts cries went higher.

"Throw him in, now!" Leonardo ordered, and the guards proceeded, lifting the poor guy off the ground.

Ivanna's eyes went wide.

Not Robert, too.

Not him.

She quickly knelt, shaking.

"No. Don't do it!" She said loudly, but they didn't halt.

"I'll tell you the location of the real parcel!!"

"Too late," Leonardo raised the parcel, and she froze.

"Inside your mattress? You're not so smart, birdbrain. Are you?" He angled his head slowly, the movement making her shiver.

She crawled to him on her knees and palms, quickly holding his legs.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have said that yesterday! I shouldn't have cussed at you! Please spare my brother! Please spare—"

"I have a special mission to go for at 8, why not make the remaining minutes before 8 enjoyable, I might think of sparing him." Leonardo cut her off, and her breaths caught.

"W...what do you mean?" She stuttered without meaning to.

Roughly, his thumb targeted her rough lips. He pressed it so hard a little blood exploded, then he leaned forward, and her chest locked.

His gaze. 

That gaze made it feel like a thousands phantom ants are crawling over her skin.

"Let's see if your mouth is good at pleasuring, just the way it's good at cursing," he started, relaxing.

"You crawled to me, that's a bonus. Now undo my belt, pull out whatever you find there and take it to your cursing mouth." He ordered.

"What!" She gagged.

"Yeah. Suck my c+ck, and your brother will watch you doing it till I c+m on your tongue."

TBC.

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