Yearning For The Badboy Mafia’s Love

Chase walked out of his bedroom after getting ready, he had woken up twenty minutes ago after he got a call.

He had woken up to see Calista sleeping next to him, she is sitting on a chair with her head on the bed and fast asleep.

Chase didn’t want to wake her up or disturb her so he just carried her to the bed and covered her with the duvet.

He had just gotten a call from one of his men that the men Waylen gave the task of shipping the drugs across the country have been attacked and the drugs missing.

Chase couldn’t hold onto the amount of fury he feels inside him.

He got outside his apartment and the car is already ready waiting for him. He entered and his driver ignited the car engine before driving off with two other cars behind them.

It was a one hour drive until they got to the warehouse. The driver got down and opened the door for him to get down which he did.

Without a word, Chase made his way into his father’s warehouse.

He hardly comes over to the warehouse since he owns his own and intend to not divide his attention.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

John Gotti, his father should either retire and hand over the warehouse to any of his sons but he had insisted he wants the warehouse to be run by all three.

Chase cares little or less about what goes in and out of his father’s business.

But then, he knew how much it hurts his father whenever he loses men and products. It hurts him more when his men is attacked and some got killed, so he had to drop by the warehouse.

For the past four years, Chase had come to realize that his father or himself, has an unknown enemy.

No one knows if it’s an insider or an outsider and for the last couple of years, they’ve tried to find out what was wrong and who that could be.

They’ve always been attacked and when attacked, they lose lot of men and known of the enemies have been found .

According to John Gotti, every Mafia has an enemy, you just have to discover who your enemy is.

Chase’s only desire is to avenge his dead girlfriend’s death and he had hated himself so much cause despite after years since her death, he hadn’t been able to do something.

He promised himself to fight with the very last blood in his vain .

Chase don’t want to care if the killer is from his family or outside his family, he only wants to get a hold of hand on the assassin.

He had wanted to believe that the person behind her death is Waylen.

But coming to his conclusion, Waylen is his blood brother and if there’s the least of thing he’ll do, it is taking away his family’s happiness.

Since the incident of Chase girlfriend’s demise, Chase had turned to a complete stone hearted man.

She had died in his arms and that’s was the only very first and last day a tear was seen in his eyes.

“Waylen is in the VIP, he got shot too” Tyrell said walking up to Chase whom he had sighted from afar.

“Got shot? Was he shipping the drugs along with his men?” Chase asked without stopping or slowing down.

“Yes, he intended to see them get to the boat before he drives back home, but they were attacked on 7th ally” Tyrell said to him.

“But that was not why I had to call you, I discovered something. Waylen is doing better, but the bullet we find on him and many other men that was shot, is the same bullet from four years ago”

Chase seems to suddenly get stuck on the floor as he stood walking and stood there.

“What?” He raised his brows.

“The ballistics confirmed it” Tyrell said to him.

They got into the VIP room after the little brief discussion and Waylen was sitting on a chair and he had git a bandage on his laps which was where he got shot.

Chase acted like Waylen didn’t exist and just head to where the bullet was placed. He picked it up, it’s already cleaned and there’s no blood on it.

Just looking at it, Chase recognized it as the same bullet that killed Madison.

He felt his hand shaken as the scene flashed back to him. It took him two minutes to get hold of himself.

Chase sighed and drops the bullet back in the glass.

“Have it been tracked?” He asked no one in particular.

Despite the face that he said it calmly, anyone could tell from his expression that he is filled with rage.

“No. We couldn’t find any trace of the bullet. They’re doing a clean Job” Tyrell sigh.

“That will last for just a couple more times and they won’t hold it any much longer” Chase groans.

He walked out of the VIP room and head to the counter. He needed a drink and a smoke to calm himself down.

After he had taken a shot down and light the stick of cigarette, he turned back to Tyrell.

Tyrell is his soldier, who’s always right next to him.

“How is it possible?” He asked , more like a statement than a question.

“No one knows, but some of Godfather’s soilders are at the scene to trying to gather some information, however we lost over $5. 6m goods and Godfather isn’t much happy about it ”

“I think this people have bitten more than they can chew. You stay over and post me. I need to heed out”

Chase stood up from his chair and walk out of the warehouse, his guards followed behind him immediately. He got to the car and got in.

“Drive to levashovo memorial cemetery” he muttered to his driver.

“Yes Boss”.

Arriving at the cemetery, Chase got down and told his driver to stay back inside the car while he walk inside the cemetery floor.

He stood on Madison’s tomb and stared at it. Her smiling picture was on her tomb with her name and age attached to it.

“I’m sorry I haven’t brought your killers to face my wrath as I promised. But I’m promising you once more, that it’ll be just more a little time, and I’ll have your killers worship you with their life.”

“I intended to make you my Comare, but you didn’t stay a much longer.”