The Enemy

Chapter Two

-Matteo-

"Please! Matteo please i had nothing to do with what happened at the docks I swear it man" John of course is yelling trying to get me to understand that quote on quote he had absolutely nothing to do with the cops raiding my shipment last night.

Now usually i wouldn't care to string up a high ranking officer in my syndicate but for him i will make an exception. I had 50 pounds of LSD being delivered to the states as well as 10 kilos of cocaine 30 pounds of weed and lets not forget the PCP, very expensive drugs and yet I can't even roll me a blunt if I wanted too.

I got the call from one of my advisors last night while I was back in Italy, saying we were being raided-which rarely happens. I have half the police department on payroll including the police commissioner and judges. I'm currently working on the federal bureau of investigations and the supreme courts because although I myself already have immunity alot of la mia famiglia (my family) needs legal protection plus on the other hand I don't like my business being meddled in. Not by law enforcement, or anybody.

So just imagine the confusion not to mention the anger coursing through my body on my flight back to the states. Somebody crossed me and I don't like that. Not one fucking bit.

I am very annoyed to say the least.

"Here's the thing John, I like weed do you like weed" I asked one of my most trusted men, Mario who in turn looked at me smiled and nodded his head yeah. "You like weed" I ask another one of my men Niccoli, he just looks at me and nodded his head. "you like weed" I ask yet again to one of my lower ranking officers. I didn't give him a chance to answer as i turned my attention back to John i shake my head slowly and bend down to his height. I grab his face by his chin and turn his face side to side. He's strapped to a chair with metal chains tied tightly around his torso, arms and legs. "We like weed and we can't smoke because the police has our shit. And not only am I not hitting a dutch right now but I'm also missing out on money that could be filling my pockets right now as we speak." Shoving his head forcefully backwards I stand back up to my full height and punch him with the force of a pissed off Capo who is missing out on money. His face fell to the side from the force of my hit before he let out a yowl of pain he slowly picked his head up to look at me. The swelling to his eye was immediate and try as he might he couldn't open it. "See here is the thing John I am in no way shape or form concerned about my weed because you see I got that already." I look at him side ways and pull my gloves out of my back pocket.

Like i said I have the police department on payroll i could have easily gotten all of my drugs back when I landed here in the states so again imagine my confusion when i was told the only contraband they acquired was weed. I waited for my words to resonate through out the warehouse before I said anything else. John's pathetic eyes struggled to widen as he opened his mouth to say something in response to the death card i just put in front of him.

"Matteo it wasn't me, i swear it the detective said he could give me immunity, you know i'm on trail for life I just had a baby Matteo you-"

Right then and there he decided to talk too much.

"What detective"

"Yung, Matteo I can take you-" I shot him in between his swollen pathetic eyes. "There is no immunity from me. Clean this shit up." Spinning on my feet i turn to leave. "Niccoli find me Yung, TONIGHT!" I say to him before proceeding to leave the warehouse. I have to say for Yung to think of immunity for John was smart but he underestimates my tolerance. John was never going to get convicted for that murder and i know this for because of one word and word only. Money. John was going to get nothing but a slap on the wrist. Too bad I can't really say too much for this Yung though. Not only has he meddled into my business but he took from it and that is something I just will not tolerate.