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I hear sadness behind his voice.
“I’ll look into this Jamie for you. I agree that threatening to kidnap your ex for leaving you is extreme. Well, for outside the mafia. We know we should never underestimate the underdog.” A deep chuckle escapes. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Now go to the meet, shoot that fucker in the head, and go claim your girl once and for all. I can’t have my starfighter distracted, pining over some pussy.”
“Shut the fuck up, Luca.”
A full bellied laugh fills the car. Prick.
“Knew that would get ya, Brother. I’m joking. I like seeing you all soppy. Makes a change to your usual glittering personality.”
“Right, I gotta go then.” I pause. “Thank you again.”
I cut off the call and slam my head into the steering wheel over and over, as if it might knock some fucking sense into me.
* * *
I pull up outside the abandoned warehouse on 1st avenue. Graffiti covers the surrounding gray stonewalls, and the warehouse is covered in rust. The perfect late-night mafia meet spot. The area is barely lit – who's going to pay for lighting in such a fucking dump.
I spot Luca’s Bentley and park up next to it, killing the engine. Luca is still in the driver’s seat, hands gripping the wheel. Slamming my door shut, I walk over to him.Let’s get this shit over with.
He slips out of the Bentley and straightens his black Armani suit jacket. You’ll never see Luca dressed in anything less. The man screams every inch a Mafia boss.
“Boss,” I nod in greeting.
“Ah Keller, you ready to pull on the mask and go fuck shit up in there, Brother?” He has an evil glint in his eye.
We’re meeting with Carlo and his gang, the organization we have an agreement with for our cocaine shipments. Carlo is a short Italian chef by day and a drug runner by night. The perfect disguise behind his Mario-inspired mustache. Recently, there’s been word on the street that Carlo is also now supplying the Falcones, who in turn, managed to have a whole load of their shipment stolen, leaving Carlo and us pissed. Carlo knows he needs us. He can’t afford to lose his relationship with, undoubtedly, the largest mafia organization in New York. The Falcones don’t, and won’t, ever have shit on us, no matter how hard they try.
Tonight we show him you don’t fuck with the Russos. I grab my semi-automatic from Luca’s trunk. The air is still and darkness surrounds us. Just like when I walk into the ring, I’m freakishly calm, despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Tonight I have a nagging voice in my head screaming at me, taunting me. ‘What would Sienna think if she saw the monster you are right now?’
I shake my head. I can’t afford to let whatever this may be with her distract me right now.Mine and Luca’s lives depend on the monster coming out from behind the mask,I think as I slip on my signature black balaclava.
Striding over towards the warehouse, I follow Luca’s lead as he kicks open the iron door that’s hanging on by its top hinge and we enter. Immediately I spot Carlo and two of his henchmen in the center of the room. Both of his men are fucking massive, around the same height as me. Probably in their late 30’s, with shaved heads. No doubt there is only a single brain cell to share between them.
I slowly aim the gun straight at Carlo’s head as we continue to stalk towards them. Carlo instantly flings both his hands up in surrender. Fear dances across his blood-shot eyes.
It’s a known fact, if Luca brings his masked right-hand man, someone’s about to die. Little do they realize Luca is on the same deranged scale as me. They just haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him yet.
“Luca, Luca, please. I can explain. This was a complete fuck up on our part, but it will never happen again. You have my word,” Carlo pleads.
An evil chuckle leaves Luca’s lips as he reaches Carlo, a deathly glare shooting daggers at him.
“A fuck up Carlo, really? You’re telling me, giving my shipment to a rival mob, to only have it fucking stolen, is a fuckup?” He snarls.“You’ve cost me a lot of fucking money, Carlo, and given Marco and the Falcones a reason to believe they’re taking over. You understand what this means?”
“No, no, Luca please. I’ll make it up to you. The next shipment you keep for free? Please, just let me go. I have children, a family. I can’t die tonight!” His voice is shaking as he trembles on the spot. His useless fucking henchmen staring blankly at us. They know if they so much as make a move, I’ll shoot them point blank between the eyes with not an ounce of remorse.
Carlo’s words hit me. He has children and a family. What the fuck is he doing getting involved in drug shipments for the mafia if he has that at home? How can he be that desperate, to risk that? Fucking selfish bastard.
Luca grabs him by the throat as Carlo lets out a cry which snaps my attention back. He’s lifting him up as if he weighs nothing. “The next two shipments are for free. If I hear any word of you even talking to the Falcones, that man there,” He points at me. “He’ll find you, your wife, and your children and make you watch as he slits their throats one by one. Do you understand me?” he shouts, spit landing on Carlo’s face.
Would I shoot Carlo, yes, without hesitation. Would I kill his family and make him watch? Probably not. That’s a bit extreme, even for me. But as I watch the piss seep through Carlo’s trousers while Luca dangles him in the air, I understand the threat had the desired effect.
Luca loosens his grip on Carlo’s neck, letting him collapse onto the stone ground with a thud. Without bringing his head up to look at Luca, he simply responds. “Okay, okay.”
Clearly satisfied with his answer, Luca nods at the two useless men with Carlo, then to me as he strolls past. I walk backward towards the exit, my gun still pointing at Carlo, balled up on the floor.
Luca throws open his car door, about to slide in.
“Slitting his wife and kids’ throats, Jesus Luca,” I chuckle. The man certainly has a deranged side.
