The Hidden Trillionaire Mafia Lord

Chapter Seven

SCRREEEEEECH!!

That was the sound of tyres on tarmac as Levi pulled up at the KRITIANO party with his $10.2 million Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire.

The world stood still as heads turned and whispers erupted on every corner.

“Damn!... Who owns that?”

“Man! That is blindingly expensive!”

“Whoa! That's a whole mansion on wheels!”

Levi stepped down from the car with a suit as sharp as Hercules’ sword. He adjusted the tie on his collar and moved with measured steps into the party hall. Somewhere, an ebony officer whistled and leaned over her friend to gossip.

He found an empty table and slipped behind it, looking at his wristwatch.

“LEVI?”

He turned. Jennifer Griggs stood in a silk navy-blue gown, smiling warmly, confidence painted her face like mayonnaise. Her perfume was thick, feminine and expensive. Levi stood instinctively.

God, this lady better be Emilia Yugoslav. He prayed hard.

He hated this part of himself where the disease made him forget faces and question every smile, every glance and every intention.

“Emilia Yugoslav?” he asked.

Jennifer smiled warmly. “Of course. You look... incredible tonight.”

Thank God she is Emilia! He exhaled in relief, easing into his seat. “Sorry, I…” He gestured to a seat. “Bad day.”

“No need to explain,” she said, gliding into the seat beside him. She was a hundred percent sure Levi thought she was Emilia.

She gently took his hands in hers.

“It’s a pity that your idea failed when we actually needed it most.”

Levi smiled. “It happens. You won't know unless you try.”

She smiled and took his hands in hers. God! Her dentition was a perfection.

“‘I’m glad you came.” She added.

Levi gave a soft, grateful chuckle. “Emilia, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something... classified.”

“Oh?” Jennifer's eyes lit with curiosity, or something like it. This was the moment she had waited for.

He leaned in, speaking in a low voice. “I have another idea. We use diversion and distraction tactics.”

Jennifer's face lit up and he continued.

“We will create confusion to extract Hogano's wife. Controlled explosives, decoy vehicles and false alarms.”

“Are we?” she interrupted, playing her part perfectly.

“Yes. That way, Bonanno and Gambino wouldn't see us coming, even Hector, their crafty mafialord would be caught off guard.”

“Brilliant,” she was impressed. “That is brilliantly amazing, Levi.”

Just then, a female voice interrupted them, livid and full of disbelief.

“Levi?”

He turned.

A stunning blonde in purple satin dress stood a few steps away, her arms on her waist. Her eyes flared in disbelief.

Emilia Yugoslav.

Levi froze, confused. He glanced back at Jennifer and she laughed lightly, tilting her head. “She seems upset. Should I be worried?”

Emilia stepped forward, voice low and tense. “What the hell is going on, Levi, why is she holding your hand in romance?”

“Wait…” Levi looked from one lady to the other. “If you’re... Emilia, then who...?”

Levi’s breath caught. His mind scrambled, as he slowly recognized the face he had thought was Emilia.

Jennifer Griggs.

“You…you fooled me to believe you're Emilia.”

Jennifer smiled, rising slowly from her seat. Finally.

“So? You looked so eager to confide in me... to share secrets like old times.” Her eyes glinted. “Funny how that mind of yours is your greatest weakness.”

“You fooled me,” he screamed, stepping back.

Emilia turned away in anger. “Levi, so this is why you’ve not been replying to my messages?”

Levi wanted to say: “Hey! Slow down, we just met few hours ago at the gala.” but he ended up saying: “No! Emilia, I swear I didn’t know…”

Jennifer laughed. “Don’t blame him. He’s sick, remember? Poor Levi... so lost in love.”

Emilia turned back with a pained expression. “So you mean, Levi, but you couldn’t recognize me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.” Emilia stepped away into the crowd, tears dancing in her eyes.

“Emilia!” he called, racing towards her

“Emilia, wait! Please! It wasn’t what it looked like!” Levi shouted.

Emilia was deaf ear as she pushed into the crowd, tears blurred her vision like a misty glass.

“Emilia, listen to me! I didn’t know it was Jennifer, she tricked me! You know I have a condition. I can’t… I couldn’t remember her face!”

Emilia turned. “And that makes it okay to sit there while she fondles you. You're pathetic!”

“I thought she was you! Why would I…”

Just then, Emilia’s eyes widened as she pointed past Levi's shoulder.

“Look! Hector Moreau!”

She pointed at a tall figure trying to slip away from the far end of the dancehall.

Levi’s fighting reflexes kicked in as he dashed through the crowd like a criminal escaping the law.

“Levi! Wait!” Emilia called after him.

But it was too late.

Levi slammed into Hector, dragging him down onto the marble floor. The two men rolled as Hector fought back, but Levi delivered a brutal elbow to his jaw and a knee to the ribs and Blood splattered.

Gasps erupted from nearby guests. Several screamed and several mafias reached for their weapons.

“Get your dirty bony hands off me, you bastard!” Hector snarled.

Levi pinned Hector’s arm behind his back. “Give me the handcuffs!”

Emilia rushed over, hair disheveled, her eyes still furious, but now also wide with disbelief.

“He really is Hector...” she whispered, kneeling beside Levi. “How did he get in here?”

“How is that supposed to be your business?” Hector scoffed

Levi, pantingly looked at her. “We’ll figure it out. But right now, we take him in.”

They dragged the mafialord into a waiting cab and drove down to the Command Headquarter.

Soon, the command room burst open as Levi and Emilia strode in, dragging Hector by the collar. Emilia followed closely, arms crossed, trying to compose herself.

The room went silent as everyone turned in unison.

“Is that…?” General Yugoslav stood from his seat, jaw dropping.

Levi dumped Hector into a nearby couch.

“Hector Moreau,” Levi said, his voice hoarse but steady. “We found him sneaking out of the Kritiano party.”

Everyone gasped.

General Griggs stood, utterly stunned by the catch before him.

Maurice was more surprised than anyone else. His fingers clamped the wine glass like a crab.

General Yugoslav spoke first. “Unfuckingbelievable!... You mean you captured Bonanno and Gambino’s right hand man… alone?”

Emilia stepped forward. “I pointed him out. But yes. Levi tackled him.”

General Yugoslav's face lit up. He extended his hand to Levi, firmer this time.

“My boy, I'm so proud of you.”

Maurice hissed.

Jennifer rolled her eyes.

General Griggs shook his head in disgust.