Mr. De Santis

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Harley's POV:

I made my way down the long driveway filled with trees on either side, then stopping at the 3rd gate entrance to our home.

I know, 3 gates to your home is a bit excessive but you know... something to do with us being in the mafia and all and the most hated and strongest mafia there is in America.

"Welcome home miss" the tall muscular man says as the gates open from my fingerprint

I drive past and park in my garage. Our house has 3 garages. One for all of our cars for assignments and missions, another for our cars we genially use for getting around in style and just because we have so much money that we don't know what to do with it anymore, that garage is the biggest. Then there's mine, I have the second biggest garage. It's filled with any car you can think of. From motorcycles to Bugatti's to Ferrari's. I have it all

I locked the gorgeous red black Ferrari I was in tonight and made my way to the house.

"Harley!" I heard a familiar voice say as I entered the house confused by the sight I see in front of me.

There lay about 10-15 of our men dumped on the floor in blood.

Oh shit.

I looked up to my mom whom was sitting on one of the many sofas in the room with her arms crossed and an frustrated look on her face.  I then glanced at my father who had started to examine the bodies of the men lying across the floor.

"Who" I stated breaking the silence

"We don't know, but what we do know is all of these men went missing one by one for days" my father explains

"Soooo I'm guessing you need me to scope out their bodies for any hints to which mafia?" I questioned with a smirk on my face

He nodded. And so did I
"Someone come clean up this mess please. Take them to the basement" my father ordered and men came rushing in to carry the bodies away

I walked off to my room without another glance down to the bodies. As I got to my room I looked around and slowly got undressed. Now completely nude I stood in front of my floor to ceiling windows showing the view of Los Angeles, taking in the beautiful view and fresh air. After a while of just taking in the silence of the trees blowing in the wind I finally made my way to my on suite bathroom. I started the shower and got in.

Amazed at the sensation the hot water tapped onto my skin. I began washing my hair and my body, the face wash I used grazed over my cut on my face caused by the dickhead himself but it didn't faze me. I'm used to it. I've been training for the mafia since I could walk, I'm not easily hurt when it comes to pain. My tolerance is super high.

As I started to shave my legs I heard a weird sound, like a door opening. Gazing over to my door that was slightly open I saw a fugue standing by my bed. No one is aloud in my room so this. This is someone unwanted in here.

I grabbed the gun I had placed in the plant that sat in my shower and made my way towards my room. But this person was fast. Way too fast because as soon as I opened the door there was no one to be seen, the window was now opened and letting a cold breeze of air in, cautiously I examined the rest of the room with my gun aimed ready to shoot.

Once I declared the room safe I walked over to my bed to see a bouquet of red roses and a Matt black box sat on top of it. I picked up the roses to try and find a note or something to see who had gifted these to me. No surprise there was nothing. I then picked up the box and sat it on my lap while I sat down on the edge of my bed, opening it carefully.

I found a black sealed box with the letters 'H.V' engraved into the lid. My initials. I opened the once sealed box to be happy at what I was given. There lay 1 beautiful and enchanting throwing knife with the cover still on, the cover also had my initials on it as well as the lyrics to one of my favourite songs, sweater weather."one love, two mouths" I pulled the cover off and started examining the knife. It was sharp, it could cut through absolutely anything. I tossed the knife between my hands and flipped it a bit, only to notice how balanced the knife was. I was intrigued to wether of not it aims precisely, I stood up and walked to my wall with a picture of Alessandro pinned on it. I use it to aim. I threw the knife and To no surprise again. The knife was definitely weighed evenly and can be thrown with little to no effort. Bulls eye.

Oh Shit, this is gonna definitely be one of my favourites from now on. After playing with the knife a bit more I finally noticed the note that had been attached to it

Harley Valencia, mia amore

Glad to see you still have your touch... I'll see you at the ball tomorrow, remember don't start what you can't finish ;)

Oh and by the way, Save me a dance Tesoro.

Love and hate
Alessandro De Santis
Xx

"DICKHEAD" I yelled throwing the note in the trash

The one man I cannot kill, the man I have been fighting against for 6 years and failed every time.
He is the heir to the Italian mafia- our soul enemies. I hate him so much. I cannot wait for the day I finally drive a black through his heart.

Who the hell does he think he is.
Oh Alessandro, two can play at this game amore

Fucking perfect dickhead asshole fuckface Alessandro De Santis.

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