TRADITORE!

Bianca's phone buzzed, and a message showed up on her screen. She picked up the phone to check the text she'd gotten. It was a text from Luca. She unlocked her phone and read the text, 'Rafael is the mole. Isabella is Vittorio's biological daughter." It was a short and concise text with more weight than a thousand-word essay. Bianca sat quietly, her lips tightly sealed, as she had nothing to say. 'Knock, knock," came the knocking sound on the door of her room. She became alert. ' Who's there?" she asked as she sat erect from the bed. 'I'm the one, La mia sorellina," Isabella answered from the door. 'I have something for you" Bianca reluctantly stood from the bed and walked to the door. 'What do you want now?" She asked as she opened the door. Her countenance did little to hide her discomfort. She would rather not be there, she just wanted to go back to her life, to being Bianca Salvatore, the skilled assassin who lived independently. 'I just came to talk. What is wrong with you, did you not miss me enough?" Bianca stood there looking at Isabella, her face expressionless. 'Where is Marco?" She asked, redirecting all the energy building in the room to something else. 'Uhh, is that what is bothering you?" Isabella asked as she fell into the bed on her back. 'He will be released soon." Bianca remained quiet yet again, and sat on the edge of the wooded table placed at the corner of the room closest to the full-size mirror. She had her gaze fixed on Isabella. Her mind, a whirlwind of thoughts. 'How does she get out of this," she didn't feel any sort of happiness staying with Isabella. It seemed all those memories they shared had been wiped from her head. She didn't detest her, she just didn't want her around anymore. 'Do you remember that I always told you we would rule this world?" Isabella asked finally breaking the loud silence between them. Bianca did not answer, so Isabella sat up from the bed and looked her in the face before repeating the question. 'I asked if you remember how I always told you that we would rule this world?" 'Yes, I remember," Bianca answers reluctantly. Just then, Bianca's phone buzzed a second time and lighter up to a text from Luca. Which read, 'I will order Rafael's execution right away." This struck Bianca like a bullet. She unintentionally sprang up from where she had sat and this alerted Isabella. 'What is wrong?" Isabella asked as she, her facial expression a mix of concern and surprise. Bianca did not answer, she unlocked her phone and began typing a response to send to Luca. Bianca kept tapping away on her mobile phone as Isabella watched on, confused. 'Do not kill him, please," she pleaded with Luca in the text she was typing. 'At least not yet. If he is actually the mole, then he would be of great use to me. I can get some valuable information from him that can help me take out Vittorio." Isabella stood up, and tried coming towards Bianca, who hastily deleted the conversation between Luca and her and locked her phone. She looked Isabella on the face and as she placed her phone down on the table where she previously sat. ****** Luca received the text from Bianca, and was glad that she could at least respond to him. He knew she must've been disappointed at Rafael for betraying family. He knew Bianca was right, there was no point in rushing to execute Rafael when he could still be of good use. The thought of going to his father to tell him about Rafael's betrayal crossed his mind and he then realized it would not have ended well for him either if he ignored his father and went ahead to execute Rafael. But at that moment, his mind was fixed on Rafael, going to Rafael and showing him evidence of him being the mole. He just needed to hear it from Rafael, even if it was just once. So he got into his car and drove to the warehouse where Luca was being held by his men to interrogate him once more. When he got to the warehouse, he was led into the room where Rafael was held, Rafael was asleep. He went to him and jerked him to wake him. Rafael slightly opened his eyes and when he saw him, he widened his eyes, although they were still heavy with sleep. He sat up on the bed and when he attempted to stand up, he was met with a heavy blow to the side of his face from Luca. 'Ahh!" He yelled as he fell off the bed. 'Get up, Traditore! (betrayer)." Luca yelled as he began rolling up his sleeves. 'Come hai potuto? Hai tradito! Sei un serpente!"( how could you? You betrayed us. You're a snake) Luca pounced on Rafael, landing blows on him, 'Ti meriti la fine dei traditori" (you deserve the fate of betrayers). He said in between landing blows and kicking him. He couldn't control himself as he kept hitting, cursing, and kicking his brother nonstop. By the time he was tired, his knuckles were broken and bleeding. His shirt had blood spilled all over it. Luca stood there watching Rafael as he lay on the floor almost motionless, 'Hai chiuso la tua stessa tomba. Che la terra ti sia lieve… perché io non lo sarò" (You dug your own grave. May the earth rest lightly on you… because I won't). He said as he stood there watching him groan. His rage burned even hotter as he thought of Alessio and how he had died. He wanted to end it there for Rafael, but he just couldn't, at least not yet. He stormed out of the room and headed to his car, as his men shut the door behind him. Luca was going to his father. He would tell him that his son was dead because to him Rafael was dead.