nemesism:(n.)a frustration, anger or aggression directed inward toward oneself and one's way of living
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Emilio Donatiello.
My enemy.
He is the don of the five families on the west and north coast, not to forget the south where he took over the Mexican cartel.
Italians always had to spread their shit and put their name on everything.
He is the biggest police's enemy mainly my father, I heard a lot of stories about the wars of the Donatellios and the cops. Papai had been a dangerous block to him, he prevented Emilio from 20 tons drug shipment, you can imagine the loss. Paulo would always hear about people randomly disappearing, he tried to shove the Italian prick to prison but he couldn't prove anything, they had done a professional job in erasing clues of every crime they did.
When Emilio became on the top 10 wanted list in many countries, papai chased him like a maniac, I think he provides him big attention from his work, his day and energy. When papai realized he is too old for this shit, he did not back away instead he put me in his place for the hunt. Unlike my father, I was able to film 3 crimes in 8 months but they were useless since they vanished when needed in the court. Ugh, mafia things. He is unstoppable since most of the Cosa nostra had his back.
*Flashback*
An exchange was planned between the Donatellios and the Americans. A donna, Antonia for a don. Poor Americans thought that Emilio would return their don alive but life was brutal. Once he had his mother back, he gifted them the old man's head. With that, the Americans empire reached a dead spot. It was raining that night, what was worse is that I was spying from the outside hiding beside one of their trucks, I had two guns for safety reasons, my camera was set high on the tree the best spot to film. I placed an audiotape next to the big window in the front, I had done all that without being noticed.
Emilio appeared with a mixture of dead yet winning expression. Two men followed him at a slow pace. The distance between us didn't worry me. They couldn't see me in the dark. I will wait for them to go, collect my things, my work will be done, then I would destroy the big mighty Emilio Donatiello and shove him in prison for him to rot in there. That will help my report in millions of ways.
To my surprise, the don called my name, my heart skipped a beat. I had planned this, I called the police, they will be on their way so I am safe. I lifted myself, wiping the dust on my clothes. His gaze flicked up and caught mine, heavy and emotionless as if he was looking straight through me. My breathing hitched and my heart turned cold in my chest.
I stood few inches away from them, my glances drifting from the three of them."Another spying mission from daddy dearest, am I right?"His indifferent voice ran down my spine, with a strange thrill following in its wake. He'd hardly said anything, but now this is not an opportunity for him to miss making fun of me.
