YOU'RE MY RELIGION (⚠️18+)

CHAPTER 34: ORSETTO

⚠️⚠️⚠️!!!WARNING: LOTS OF CURSING!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️

Song for this Chapter: "LEAVE ME ALONE" by Flipp Dinero.

⚠️⚠️⚠️!!!WARNING: LOTS OF CURSING!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️

LUCA'S POV

*4 days later*

"What the fuck do you mean by the Manhattan warehouse is completely empty?" I growled at Alastair.

"B-boss, I am sorry but everything is gone, All the files and the building shipments." Alastair stuttered in fear.

"Isn't Alastair supposed to be like the defender of man, and you couldn't even hold down a small fucking warehouse... oh, what to do with you," Matteo grunted and rolled his eyes.

I was honestly beyond pissed this morning. I was currently at Matteo's office sorting out some business plans with him when this stupid Alastair came and delivered the most fucked up news to me. I'm so glad Arsia was not here to witness me go off.

Alastair is the manager of my Manhattan port and shipment warehouse, This idiot had one job to do, keep my fucking warehouse safe... But the fool could not do that.

He is here telling me and Matteo that he doesn't know what happened, that all the camera signals were cut off and men all were apparently passed out when it happened... What fucking bullshit.

The warehouse is completely empty, including all the files that go with the missing items, and the imbeciles never even double-encrypted the files of the shipments when I asked them to.... meaning I have lost a fucking a lot of millions, Mio Dio, Che Cazzo? (My God, What the fuck).

"Who the fuck was in charge of security last night?" I roared in anger.

"O-Omar's Team, Sir" Alastair stuttered in panic.

"So let me get this fucking straight, I paid you to hire the best of the best-trained soldiers as my security, and you fucking hired men that would sleep on the job," I sneered at him then Matteo handed me a full glass of scotch.

"N-no no Boss, we questioned them after the alarm went off and they said that all of them were not seeping... but rather were all knocked out with gas canisters. A-and, when they woke up everything was gone and the alarms were going off," Alastair delivered his words carefully as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I chugged my scotch because I was getting very agitated due to his story just sounding very stupid to me.

"And you said all the cameras were cut off, so did any of your useless men see anyone going in or see where the fucking cans came from?" Matteo asked while walking back and forth in his office space.

"N-no sir, I was with the NYPD this morning and they also can't seem to find any traces of anything except the gas cans. They took the gas cans with them to see if they can get fingerprints, DNA, or serial numbers from where they came from... These are the pictures of the cans and how we found the men sir," Alastair said while shaking as he handed me his iPad.

I snatched it from him and went through the folder, then passed it to Matteo. Everything in the pictures was accurate to what he said, I know that he would never lie to me because he was already almost shitting his pants at the moment.