THE BOSSES THAT RULE ITALY

Chapter 3: Ruthless

Giovanni's POV
I am signing paperwork. Something I do a lot since I run this mafia. I look at my watch since I was supposed to get a call from someone, though I was never told by who.

I went back to my paperwork when I heard someone knocking at my door.

"What." I said annoyed.

"You have a call on the other line. It's from Mr.Romano." My secretary said cowardly.

"What are you waiting for. Put the line on or do I have to do it myself." I said looking at him like he was stupid. I mean he was giving me those vibes since he was acting like he didn't know what he was doing.

"Goddamn it I'll do it myself." I said dialing in the the main call line. I put the phone to my ear and waiting while it rang.

God I hated waiting for anything.

I looked up getting slightly annoyed seeing the idiot that someone hired to my services.

"You can go now. I don't need you at the moment." I rolled my eyes as he fumbled to get out of my office.

"Dello Russo, I lost my guy." Enzo said agitated.

"Well where is he?" I said kind of annoyed that he called me to tell me this.

"He went for the girl and haven't came back. It's been three days. I don't know where he could have gone."

"What if he went and got killed." I said stating the possibility.

"That's not possible since I sent five guys with him to kill him and the Vansagolli girl.

I laughed at how naive this man was. He may be a mafia leader but man was this man slow at times.

"Romano, you sent six guys to kill two females both of which are in occupation of assassination and its been three days. Your men are all dead."

I took a deep breath before speaking. "Aidan since I like you I will put this in the nicest way I can. I'm not your father and I could care less what you do. I also don't care about the girl. She is not a threat to me so I do not care what happens because we do not get involved in each other's business. That's the rule. Got it?"

"It's Enzo and apparently the word is she's coming to Italy. If I see her she's dead."

"That's great Aidan. Bye now." I ended the phone call and my beloved sister opened the door.

"Who was that?" Francesca said sitting down in front of me.

"Aidan." I said plainly.

"Who?" She said unaware of who I was speaking of.

"Romano." I said stating his last name.

She rolled her eyes at me.

I don't know where she picked up the disrespect she needs to loose it.

"First it's Enzo. Second you need to memorize peoples names if you don't want to offend the wrong person." She enlightened me.

"Lil sis, I could care less about who I offend and why do you know this man's name better than me?" I asked her.

"Maybe because I'm not a complete jerk and make an effort into talking to others that aren't my family especially when there a mafia."

I rolled my eyes. "If that's a complaint you can file it with someone who cares. Maybe they will be kind enough to ask your thoughts on the way I should and shouldn't speak. Would that satisfy you Francesca?" I said my Italian accent growing thick.

"Your an asshole. You know that?" She says shifting in the chair.

"I've been told that many times, yes but I still don't care enough to actually listen when people speak. But other than listening to your complaints what can I do you for on this fine Tuesday?" I smiled sarcastically.