FALLING INTO HIS DEN OF WOE
{DO NOT FORGIVE ME ISOLDE}
CHAPTER 11
BLOODY ECLIPSE EMPIRE,
This empire world is the second largest mafia clan with the DARK EMPIRE being the largest mafia clan. The Morozov family rules the DARK EMPIRE while the Delvani family rules the BLOODY ECLIPSE
As the first and second family, they are rivals, and while the Delvani family strives to reach first place, the Morozov family didn't give them the chance. It all started with the desire for the top position until it grew into something more deep-rooted and bloody between the two families
Darius Delvani is the Don of the BLOODY ECLIPSE. He was once tight friends with Don Ferret; their friendship was so tight that it was history in the mafia world, and everyone knows how tight they are to each other. Even though they are from rival families, they are still glued to each other. It was sort of an impossible friendship but the two made it possible
It all started when the two friends took over the DON position of their clan…at least that's what the people could come up with because no one knows the true story behind the breakup of the two friends. They suddenly broke apart and started sabotaging each other
After Ferret fell into a coma, the BLOODY ECLIPSE seems to be soaring higher which made Darius happy until he heard the news that came to him this afternoon
"What do you mean he's awake?" he yelled at the assistant in front of him, smashing his cup of whiskey against the wall
"I received the information from the mole we planted there this morning sir. He's awake" he said with a bow and Darius groaned, his palm fisted into a tight ball
"Did the mole not carry out the assignment he was given?" he asked
"He couldn't carry out the assignment because of the tight security. And from what I heard sir, there has been no movement since he woke up and everything has been going smoothly in the clan" he reported
"Silent? Ferret? That dawg is smart, I bet he already made his plans. He'll be doing the handover tonight" Darius muttered and he sat down on the sofa in the middle of his office
"What should I do sir?" the assistant asked with a bow
"Find a way for the mole to be in the meeting, I must know who he'll appoint as the new Don," he said
"But sir, isn't Emilius the only candidate?"
"The mad dawg is crazy, you won't understand his schemes at times. He works in a way no one expects, he's not predictable like his dead father"
"Oh…I understand" the assistant nodded
"Just carry out the order" Darius ordered
"Yes sir"
*
Rowan opened the door to the penthouse and the unexpected smoke made him cough hard. He coughed as he entered, he looked around the living room and he saw Tushar sitting on the lounge in the balcony with a wrap of cigarette in between his lips held by his index and middle finger, there were many other cigarette butt on the floor and Rowan frowned
He went to pick a broom and a dustpan to clean the floor because no one is allowed to enter the room apart from the two of them… not even the cleaner
"You heard right?" Rowan asked as he cleaned the floor, Tushar just continued smoking and staring into space. He turned a deaf ear as if nobody was talking to him
"When are we moving, the guys will be landing soon," Rowan said again as he turned the air purifier
"10pm tonight" he simply said
"Ok. I'll text the address to them. They'll meet you there" he said
"The other two?" he asked
"They're there" Rowan replied
"The girl?"
There was a beat of silence after the question he asked and Rowan seemed to be thinking about something
"I don't know why you're after the girl…is she someone important? Someone we need in this game?" he asked and Tushar's finger paused halfway, something indescribable swirled in his gaze
"Just give the damn report!" he growled angrily. He seemed to be losing his temper. Rowan sighed and shook his head
"I don't know why but it feels like I don't know you,"
"Ever since you got shot, you've been clinging to this necklace and your symptoms seem to have calmed since then. Who is the girl really?" Rowan asked. Tushar, dropped the cigarette on the ground and stood up, he stepped on it with his bare foot and his feet burned but he didn't care
"Will you give the damn report, or do I get it out of you?" he asked with a deadly scorn. Rowan's eyelid twitched a little bit and he unconsciously stepped back a little bit, with Tushar being like this…he must have had an epic the previous night, or probably when he wasn't around
"I have the guards looking out for her and it seems her father owes some gambling den and she has been taken as the payment for her father's debt," Rowan said and cleared his throat a little bit
Tushar's eyebrows pulled together, his green eyes looking dull and dangerous
"Should I do some more digging?" Rowan asked
"Nah…on the other hand, I have a gift for Emilius. Prepare the gift for me" he said and Rowan nodded
*
Isolde watched in awe as the big and hefty gate to the clan opened right in front of her. After she had left the dungeon earlier she was taken to a truck and was pushed inside with her hands tied behind her back
The drive was very long, and if she wasn't going to make mistakes, they had been driving for over four hours, and they didn't make any stops. The gate seems to be controlled by a remote control because no guard was at the gate when the truck entered
"Wow…this place is fucking huge! I can't believe my eyes" one of the guards driving her said. Two guards brought her here, one is driving and the other is just sitting in the passenger's side
"Stop behaving like a fan-girl…I've been here a couple of times" the other one replied
"Is it something to brag about? I might actually work here someday and go out on a mission with the Don" The first one snapped, and there was silence afterwards as the truck moved on
They passed through a series of inspections as they moved deeper into the clan
"The security seems to be tighter since the Don woke up" the first one muttered as they passed the last checkpoint
"Yeah…it's no news again, he's going to hand over DARK EMPIRE to Emilius" the second one replied
"I know he's going to hand over, but why are you all in support of Emilius? What if he gives it to his crazy second son?"
"Don't you dare say that again. The clan belongs to Emilius and this slave at the back is for him to celebrate his victory tonight, he's going to have a sumptuous meal and celebration tonight" the other one said and looked at Isolde at the back, he licked his lower lip disgustingly and Isolde's stomach churned
"I'll await the news tonight. Do you wanna bet?" the first one asked
"You really wanna bet on this losing game? Emilius was built for that position" the other one replied
"300 dollars, deal?" he asked
"Where on earth did you get that money?"
"You don't need to know, are you in or not?"
"You seem to be oddly confident"
"Well…I just have this hunch"
"Ok..I'm in. It's a deal" he replied
"Do you think he's going to treat this slave like the other girls he had in the past?" the first one asked again
"I don't care about that, she belongs to him anyway"
Isolde bit the inner walls of her mouth as the word 'SLAVE' echoed in her head. Her heart started racing again as she imagined herself in this dark world, even though she would be insignificant in that world, she couldn't help but feel it gnaw at her soul
*
9:00pm, Underground meeting room, DARK EMPIRE
The dark meeting room is already set for the meeting with twenty-one arranged seats for the people who'll be present
The meeting room looks old and sturdy, the walls are rough, and faint traces of blood can be seen on them, indicating the fight that had taken place there years ago.
The ceiling is high up and made of the strongest wood that, even after years of being built, hasn't weakened. An opening was made in the ceiling and the rays of the moon poured in through the opening, the ray of the moon was aided by the dim, red bulb that shone dully in the room
The meeting is starting soon and the room is still empty but Emilius is already in his seat, his seat is located at the right-hand side of his father's chair at the end of the long table
His hand was clutching his phone, and even though he looked calm on the surface, his insides were boiling like he was expecting a call from someone. The silence in the hall was shattered by the clicking heels of Imogen
"Emilius? Why are you here so early? The meeting starts in an hour" Imogen said as she walked to her seat, hers and Emogen's seats are on the left side of their father
"I can ask you the same thing Imogen" he replied with his gaze still on his phone
"You shouldn't be cranky on a day like this, the clan will be finally yours to control," she said with a small smile
"I think you're smart enough to read the room Imogen" he cut her off and Imogen frowned, she wanted to talk but a text message popped up on her phone and her mood seemed to brighten when she saw the message
*
10:00pm
The whole meeting room is set and all the other Dons are in their seats. Don Ferret is sitting on his chair at the end of the table with his three children, Alvin is sitting next to Emilius and he looks calm and collected just like the other people present for the meeting
"Shall we start the meeting?" Ferret said and everybody nodded
"As you all know that I've been asleep for a long time…I plan to hand over the clan to my son who'll continue my work in the clan from where I left off," he paused and looked over the room. Silence swallowed everyone in the room and tension took over
"The handing over will be different this time around. A poll will be taken to know the new leader" he said and snapped his finger
A whiteboard was rolled in with two names written on it, TUSHAR & EMILIUS
"Everyone votes for their candidates, according to their ranks," Ferret said and the voting started
There are twenty people in the room and a total of 17 people voted for Emilius while Alvin voted for Tushar
Don Ferret finally stood up, it's his turn to vote. He walked slowly towards the board and he stood in front of it for a moment, as the real Don of the clan his vote is what really matters and anyone he votes for is to be declared the new Don
Silence and tension hung in the room as Ferret stood in front of the board; he seemed to be hesitating. The silence was suddenly disrupted when something heavy fell through the opening in the ceiling onto the table
Everyone turned to look, and they gasped as they looked at the dead body that landed on the table. It was like the body was burned by something that was not fire…like he was skinned alive. It's gory and beastly, blood was still dripping from him and it's starting to get on the floor
"Do you like the surprise?" a cold voice asked and everyone turned to look at who just entered…
It's the devil himself…
He's putting on a black top and jeans with a black leather coat, his hair is slicked to the back with a few strands falling at the side of his temples, his black raven is sitting on his shoulder like a deadly weapon and he shares the same expression as its master…blank and deadly
"You answer me when I talk Emilius Morozov!" he growled as he took dangerous steps towards him
"What the hell are you doing here?" Emilius asked through gritted teeth
"What do you think I'm here for? I brought you a gift. Do you like it?" he asked again
"What is this gory sight? What the fuck is this?" Imogen screamed
"It's Antonio," he replied with a shrug, and Emilius was shocked. It was so obvious on his face. Tushar shrugged with a smirk, he stretched his hand forward a little bit and his raven flew from his shoulder and landed on his hand
"If you'll send someone after me, it should be a smart person" he muttered
"Why did you kill him!? You bastard!" Emogen growled, her teeth ground against each other
"I owe you no answer. Continue the poll" he snapped as he rested his back on the chair
"Dad!" Emogen and Imogen yelled at the same time. Emilius sat on his chair like a ticking bomb as he stared at Tushar whose eyes were closed with a scorn on his face
Ferret finally made his vote, and everyone gasped…except for Alvin, who seemed to be pleased. Everyone present wasn't expecting this and they were caught off guard
Emogen and Imogen couldn't control their expression and their mouth were widely open, Emilius almost yelled right there in the meeting room
"With the final poll,"
"I, Ferret Morozov appoint Tushar Morozov as the new Don for the clan."