KILL BELLA TRUMP

The dark and secluded spot was filled to the brim with smoke and the stench of alcohol permeating the air. 

Miguel Rodriguez, not the lover boy that just left his friends or that had to deal with Bella Trump later, but now the formidable Mafia leader, sat in the darkest corner of the high-end bar, his presence commanding the space. 

He and his counterparts were enjoying themselves, watching two ladies dance provocatively to the raunchy songs playing in the background.

The mood shifted when Diego Lewiston, a known adversary, entered the bar and nonchalantly made his way toward Miguel's table.

 Miguel raised his jaw, exuding the air of a high and mighty man, asserting his superiority in the room.

"Are you afraid that I'm here?" Diego asked, breaking the tension.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Miguel's face, but he quickly masked it, his grin turning into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Afraid?" He laughed softly, the sound dripping with sarcasm. "You must be joking, kid."

Diego's eyes never left Miguel's as he poured a shot of whiskey and tossed the glass toward him. 

Miguel moved to catch it, but the glass slipped through his fingers, the whiskey splashing against his chest and soaking his shirt. Shock briefly flashed across his face before it was replaced by anger. "Damn that Bella Trump! I'm loosing my composure because of her!" He cursed inwardly.

Miguel's expression darkened like a thundercloud, his icy blue eyes glaring daggers at Diego. His counterparts, tense and ready to pounce, held back, awaiting Miguel's command. 

Slowly, Miguel wiped the whiskey from his face, his voice dangerously low. "You're going to regret that, Diego Lewiston!"

He took a step closer, his towering presence looming over Diego, intimidating but controlled.

Diego, though aware of Miguel's reputation, forced himself to remain composed, his heart racing with fear. But he was determined to get straight to the point.

"I came to make a deal."

Miguel paused, his expression unreadable, weighing Diego's words carefully.

Miguel paused for a moment, his expression unreadable as he sized up Diego from head to toe. Slowly, he nodded his head, a growl in his voice as he said, "Fine. What kind of deal do you have in mind?"

Without any visible emotion, Diego responded savagely, "Kill the CEO Theo of Glassner Company"

Miguel raised an eyebrow, confusion flashing across his face. He narrowed his eyes at Diego, a hint of anger rising within him. "You're asking me to do what?!" His voice dropped low and dangerous, shaking his head in disbelief. "Do you realize how insane that sounds?"

Miguel stared intently at Diego, suspicion and anger boiling beneath his icy exterior. "If you're trying to fuck with me, it won't end well."

As Miguel took a step closer, his presence grew more menacing, each word spoken slowly and deliberately. Diego staggered back in his chair, fear evident in his movements. 

Miguel noticed and chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving Diego's as he leaned in closer. "You should be."

"Why did you want him dead anf why did you come to Agatha for help?"

"He was the cause of my parents death!"

Miguel narrowed his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Listen, rat. I'll make you a deal."

His expression hardened, the amusement fading from his face. He stared at Diego with unblinking, cold eyes. "Very well," he agreed, his voice like ice. "But in return..." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. 

"I'll give you my sister."

Miguel's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he considered Diego's response, his grip tightening on his drink. Weighing his options, he smirked. "Your sister, you say?"

Miguel's eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. "Very well. I accept your offer..." He paused, an almost malevolent grin spreading across his face. "Who's this sister in question?"

"BELLA TRUMP!" 

Miguel stood up abruptly from his seat with shocked expression. "Bella what?" 

"Bella Trump!"

Miguel raised his eyebrows in Surprise but tried his best to hide the fact that he knew the Bella Trump in question. 

"Okay, give me her details and pictures and tell me why she's Bella Trump and you're Diego Lewiston?" 

Diego was astounded for some time. His eyes flickered in contemplation then he answered. "She's my sister" 

From his expression, Miguel could guess that he was lying. If Bella had a brother than she would have revealed him with her blabbering. 

Miguel rushed at him and pinned his neck to the wall with angry eyes. 

"Tell me! Who sent you?" 

Diego was obstinate. "I came to do business with Agatha, is this how you treat your clients?" 

Miguel was getting angry by now, his face help anger and killing intent, he dragged him towards another dark corner. 

He pulled out a gun and pointed it at him, "Tell me, what did you have with Bella Trump?"

"Her stepmother is my sister" 

"So?"

"Since you asked for collateral, I have no choice than to give her to you"

Without much ado, Miguel shot his knees. 

"That's the collateral, I'll have my people assasinate CEO Theo of Glassner Company tommorow!"

Then he left with bloodshot eyes. Such is the life of a Mafia boss.