Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

"Now get the fuck out of here Joe and don't you dare to call the police." Ferucci said to him, and he listened. He slowly got up from his seat, still eying Mira.

He first went to the stroller, picking up the baby, then walked toward Lucy who still stood there, covering her ears. Joe grabbed her hand firmly as he started dragging her to the door.

"Dad?" She asked as he almost tripped over the dead body in the hallway, but Joe didn't say anything to her, just went out as soon as possible. He didn't look back at his sister, didn't look back at his wife, he just went to live.

"Ahh, I like family dramas." Ferucci shook his head as he reloaded his pistol, and looked at the dead Mira body, then finally he walked toward Isabella, whose state was horrible.

She lost a lot of blood even though she tried to do something, but it did nothing as she just leaned back to the wall. Her face became pale, her eyes were almost closed, staring at nothing, while blood was all over her body.

"How are you?" Ferucci asked as he squatted down.

"...G-ood." She said with a little smirk on her face.

Ferucci laughed at her. "So where is the money, Isabella?" He asked. "You know 40 million is nothing to you, you're worth at least a couple hundred millions, so why the fuck would you steal that?" He asked, but she seemed to hardly understand the question itself as she was just staring at him.

So Ferucci did what he needed to refresh Isabella a bit, so he shot her once more in the thigh.

Her scream this time wasn't loud, wasn't that deep, no, it was like she already passed that line where pain doesn't really mean much, or she feels it much. Just a slow gurgle came from her mouth as she looked at her leg and then back to Ferucci.

"Money?" Ferucci now asked simply.

This time Isabella shook her head slowly then looked at him once again with eyes that already lost all hopes, all chance of surviving. "Sinatra…" she whispered. "Going to kill all of you."

Ferucci's eyes widened as he heard it, because it just became something much bigger than he thought.

"Are you telling me you're working with them?" He asked her as he slapped her face. "That doesn't make any sense!" He slapped her again, now a little harder, and blood came out of her mouth.

Yeah, it didn't make any sense because it just didn't align in Ferucci's head.

First, Elizabeth at the bank told she accidentally stole from her, and that's why Isabella wanted back money. In order, it would mean because Isabella was angry at James and his actions, she just wanted the money she never got from the Circle itself, so it came handy that she found out a bank employee was stealing from her account… but how the fuck does the Sinatra come into the bigger picture.

That's when Ferucci remembered a detail… that Isabella was not the only one that left the Circle.

He slapped her once more. "Marco, where is that fucker?!" He shouted at her. "He was the one that jammed the signal, y'all working with Sinatra?!"

But she didn't answer, she just smiled into Hector's face and said,

"Die... like a dog." She spat into his face with the last power in her.

Ferucci forze down for a second.

"Oh…" He stood up wiping off his face and laughing, yes he laughed once more as he shook his head. "So y'all made a deal with them huh…" He put the gun on the table. "Which means they are going to look for you…"

He unbuttoned his suit and pulled out a knife which glimmered under the light, and more important the carving on the knife handle, the capital B.

"I saw a guy with a beautiful pistol with the family name carved on it, I was jealous and ordered a knife…" He looked down at her. "But now this knife will become a message." He smiled. "A message to those fuckers when they come to find you."

He stepped toward her and leaned down grabbing her left ear and then, with a motion, he stabbed the knife into the top of her head.

The sound of it was so terrifying and gruesome as it went through her skull into her brain, the sound was something that no one should ever hear. The blood flowed from her mouth and eyes as Ferucci didn't flinch and twisted the knife, then stopped and stepped back.

The scene was horrifying as Isabella just leaned to the wall while a knife was in her head like it was the Excalibur waiting to be pulled out. And the capital B really sent a message to anyone who would find her.

But for Ferucci he was a little upset by the whole situation… he couldn't do his job in the way he meant to do it, because of the child were here… yes if they weren't here, the baby and Lucy, he would have chopped up all of them in pieces before Isabella, to see them how they die, how his brother die, to see her expression, her emotions… but that wasn't what happened, he only did a half job... at least that's what he thought.

And now the house was silent without any screaming or suffering… but Ferucci still had a job to do.

He pulled out another knife and cut down Isabella's thumb, then he held it up to the light like it was a gemstone and then walked up to the upstairs where her office was, or moreover his treasure room, which needed her fingerprint to get in.

When he pressed the thumb to the panel it did nothing, because it was bloodied, so Ferucci spit down on the finger and swiped it down with his suit and pressed it again, and with a loud click the door opened.

He walked into the office and then turned to the right where there was another door, the walk-in storage room. He pressed the thumb again to another panel and it opened and behind the door was what he was looking for.

Money and documents.

"Why the fuck you stole from James when you have 40 million just in here." Hector whispered to himself as he stepped in and picked up a bundle of cash. "100 thousand in one bundle…" He looked around and it was more than 40 million.

He just got more confused because not just money but six gold bars were too in the room, which alone was worth more than that...

"Why… I can't understand it.." He whispered again. "100 million just here, why would you—"

His phone suddenly rang, shattering his thoughts.

"Helo?"

"Ferucci, where are you?" It was James that called with Hector's phone.

"Ohh James I did the job!" He said proudly.

"What job?" James asked back.

"I killed this bitch Isabella, and I found a lot of money in the house, and some clues that what the fuck is going on." He said as he looked around once more in the room.

On James's side there was silence because he was stunned that Ferucci really went in alone and he did it, actually did it.