Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 138: Tool.

Isabella got up his hand while the other at the table was just in pure shock, they didn't even understand what was happening, that in a second the guy just literally died, they didn't even understand that their life was in a sociopath's hands.

"You don't need—"

"Shut the fuck up and throw it to the ground, slowly, really slowly." He smiled at her and he did so, slowly reached for her gun and threw it to the ground.

"What's happening…?" The man asked as he started shaking like the woman beside her, staring at Ferucci.

"Ohh nothing, just a birthday party." Ferucci said as he stepped closer. "Sit down darling." He pointed the gun at Isabella who sat down, then he too sat down at the table.

And they just sat there as Ferucci stared into Isabella's eyes and the two others just tried to understand the situation finally, because they knew about Isabella, knew about who she was.

"Leave them out of this." Isabella said. "They don't—"

"Stop talking darling, because you just anger me more, you know." He glanced at the cake. "Are you having a party here celebrating, while you robbed James?" He shook his head. "What a selfish bitch, are you even inviting your brother and his family, that little girl outside?"

Yeah, they finally realized their child is missing, that this man somehow came in, and Isabella too realized it, that Ferucci needed to get through the guards outside.

"Where is Lucy…?" The woman asked as she just looked at Ferucci with pure horror on her face, an expression that he loved, that he craved for.

"Don't worry… she's outside cooling herself down." He said, then looked at Isabella again. "So can you tell me what the fuck you thought?" He asked with a smile.

Isabella hesitated and his brother spoke before her.

"Look, just let us out…" He said, his voice cracking. "We are not in her business…"

"Yeah…" The woman spoke. "I am a teacher and he is a carpenter, we don't—"

Ferucci started laughing and they both just froze down. "A teacher with a luxury watch on her hand." He pointed the gun at the woman's right hand. "And a carpenter with a suit worth thousands?" He asked, shaking his head. "What a joke… why are you pretending to not live a lavish life?"

They didn't answer the couldn't because it was true. They had millions, millions for the money that Isabella made… somehow.

"Ferucci, leave them out of this…" Isabelle spoke again. "I am the one you're looking for, not them." She said now with an expression that wasn't fear but anger.

"Ohh right… I'm here for you…" He looked back at them. "So you two are just obstacles." He pointed his gun at the man's head and placed his finger on the trigger, ready to pull, but then

A voice came from the corner, a voice that angered him more than anything else.

It was a baby voice, a baby crying.

He looked toward the corner and saw the stroller.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Ferucci raised his voice as he looked dead into Isabella's eyes, and suddenly got up from his seat looking disoriented and more frustrated than ever.

His breath became ragged and heavy, like he was having a panic attack or something, like he was facing something he didn't want to.

"A baby? A fucking baby?" He looked at them. "You bitch just robbed James Bellini and invited your fucking family to come eat in peace, to have a party?!" He shouted again. "You knew exactly what was going to happen, and still you're this dumb!"

They didn't say anything, only the baby crying became louder.

"Bellini…?" The man asked as he slowly turned his head toward Isabella.

He knew the name, he heard the name and knew what that person was capable of, he saw the pictures, he heard people talking about him, even saw him once, that man was something that he never wished to deal with, someone that came straight from hell, and now he finally realized that this guy in a white suit stained with blood is one of them, he's one of the Bellinis.

"You finally understood it, right?" Ferucci asked him. "That with me there is no way out…" He said, pointing the gun again at him. "Your kid's going to be alone because of your sister's actions, how does that feel?" He stared at him as his finger was on the trigger.

"Enough of this!" Isabella suddenly stood up. "You know that James is going crazy, that he's paranoid and becoming like Lucian… he will kill you!" She pointed at him. "He will kill everybody to feel safe, that will be his downfall!" She shouted. "He wants too much, and he doesn't give a fuck about anyone else, and you know it, Ferucci, you know it!" She shouted again. "When was the last time he did something for you, that he fucking said some good thing? He is just using all of you without even respecting your loyalty and what you do for him! I just did what I deserved. I deserve the money that I never saw when I was in his alliance… I deserve to be treated better, like you deserve it! You're going to lose yourself, Ferucci, you're not the person that you were, you just became a tool that he uses, a tool that will throw everyone away, and you know it!"

"A tool…?" Ferucci asked as he lowered his gun.

"Yes…" Isabella continued as she saw something in Ferucci, like he was really thinking about it. "You are just a tool for him, as Hector is, as the others are as well… we were tools, we are tools… but I understood it and realized that I no longer want to be a shadow and a tool for someone else. I am myself now, Ferucci, and you can be too…" She said.

Ferucci lowered his gun even more, it was now at his side. "But I am lost, Isabella… I am lost…" He whispered, looking down.

"Yeah, Ferucci, as I was, but now I feel that finally I can do something. We can do something together!" She shouted at him. "We together can change the game!"

Silence. His brother just sat in silence, thinking about how this guy might have just spared them, and understood what Isabella was doing. She's not just trying to talk him down, but influence him, because he can be influenced.

He's just a person broken by the world, by the actions they made him do.

But shit, Ferucci ain't no bitch to be influenced.

"It was nice!" He suddenly laughed. "Man, it was crazy, like I felt the chill going through my body." He shook his head. "You could be a good motivational speaker or something, but for me? No, darling, I love to be lost and I love to be a tool."

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"What—"

He aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.