☯ MY GOOD GIRL ☯ [ 18+ ]

[ the italian ] UPDATED

MAX POV

I spun my G wagon around a tight corner with a screech. I had been called in by Charlie in an emergency. One of my shotters had been stabbed by an Opp and we caught him. Usually I would leave the petty knife violence to the others but as we had the perp in the flesh, I had some questioning to do.

I looked over at my passenger seat and had a brief flashback of Aria. I smirked to myself at the thought of when she was crying in my apartment. I know I was being sadistic but the tears running down her face just turned me on. She needed someone for the first time in a long time and could barely admit it. She was almost too independent for her own good. But with me, she was going fucking nowhere.

That's what they don't tell you about independent women, they are need more from you than they let on, because they are used to getting whatever they want for themselves.

I looked at the car touchscreen and saw a message pop up from a number I hadn't saved.

+44 0789456789
We have him in the basement. A familiar face.

I shook my head at the message. Could you be anymore fucking cryptic? The thing about the gang, many yutes were involved and on my payroll, but I had no clue who any of them were. Hence the unknown number.

I pulled up to headquarters and was greeted with the usual men on duty. I made my way downstairs with armed guards and as soon as I made my way past the metal door I was found by a familiar face.

"Hello, Max." An Italian voice spoke.

"Massimo." I said lowly.

The Italian. He had previously had minor business deals with my father before trying to infiltrate the UK scene. My loyal men stopped him coming to our ends but they always tried his best to come back, attempting to take my shotters.

"It has been a long ti-." I cut Massimo off.

"Quiet, Untie him." I commanded to the men beside him.

He rubbed his arms and wrists and crossed his legs. He was cocky and I never liked crossing paths with him.

"You and your family have been warned about coming near London, why the need for round six?"

This was an ongoing struggle for the pizza eating cunt.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Might as well try." He rolled his eyes.

"You'd think you'd learn your lesson, I thought your father would have taught you better." I shrugged as my men laughed.

He grit his teeth at my snarky comment. "For a 21 year old, you show no respect to your elders." He spoke.

"You haven't earned it." I came across. "You don't earn respect from me when you stab my youngers. He was 16" I huffed.

He smirked. "You know it wasn't me personally, I wouldn't get a 3000 euro suit, bloody." He said with his thick spaghetti accent.

"You wouldn't wear that suit unless you came to do business, is that the only way you could get my attention?" I raised a snarky eyebrow.

He nodded in spite.

"Shard 8pm tomorrow." I walked away. "Next time, send my assistant a fucking email." And signalled for my men to escort him out.

As you can tell Max's POV's are hella short but tbf he's not that interesting 😭😭😭 anyways

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