Raison D'être

Heavenly

Lorenzo 

The last thing I wanted was to have a meeting with the French concerning their gambling in my territory, but Alexandre needs to be put in his place. After waiting for a good 10 minutes he looks around the restaurant for our waiter, before turning back huffing.

"Now you know how I feel when your shipments don't come on time."

He laughs before sarcastically apologizing, "I'm sorry we're busy dealing with the Russians on our ass. You're lucky they haven't even concerned themselves with you yet, but you need to watch your back, Lorenzo. Daniel's busy taking out all the small guys, who are our suppliers by the way. We'll be left with nothing."

"You do not need to worry about Daniel and his men as long as you maintain your front business."

"Don't you get it? They want everything. World fucking domination is what they want!" He's getting heated and I can't help but internally laugh. Alexandre is a joke despite his status.

"So do I," and it's the truth. I don't want to govern the whole world in the way Daniel does, but I do plan on having my influence globally in the public. My father started with America, having an influence on their security, pertaining to both their government and the American mafia. And I plan on continuing the legacy.

"Lorenzo. Now is not the time for games. The Russians have exterminated the Polish mafia, no one is left except for the fucking maids. Now they are going after the border regions, and guess who is next? Me then you."

"No, they won't do that. Daniel is not stupid enough to start a war. The Americans, you, and I make up the wealthy Alexandre. We have our resources to restabilize the region if we need to. If anything, this works in our favor. They will be indebted to us."

"No. They won't," he mimicks,  "not when the Russians leave no one left Lorenzo. You're not worrying because you have your money and you lead in the drug trafficking portion, but when that gets taken from you, what will you have left? They took our suppliers and are killing our transports."

"No Alexandre, they are killing your suppliers." That is one thing I always made sure of. He was right, I am the lead in drug trafficking. Why? Because I am the supplier, I am the delivery, and I have the consumers lined up. Alexandre is stupid enough to rely on others, one thing I was taught to never do. No one can be trusted but blood. My family is not ignorant to have things not go through me. Incompetence sits before me trying to garner sympathy, which I do not give.

Shaking his head, Alexandre speaks up "when they come for my portions in Italy, they will have you surrounded." I laugh, so naive. I gave him the most useless portion of Italy surrounded by my territory. So if anything were to occur, they would be stopped as quickly as a flame is snuffed.

"Enough talk about the Russians. Pick what you want, so we can eat and part ways. Leave America and you run along to France."

Sighing he picks up his menu, as I watch his eyes scan over the options available. Already knowing what I want, I look around for our waiter. We have been here for 20 minutes now and no one has yet to approach us, but I am a patient man. Turning around, I take a glance over at the menu pretending to decide. I think over what Alexandre is saying. I know what Daniel and his men are planning, they're making it obvious. They want the drug portion knowing damn well that I control it. I know they are a problem and will always be the thorn in my side. But what does Daniel really want? My thoughts are interrupted by a smooth angelic voice.

"Sorry about the wait, I will be your server tonight. Is there anything I can start you off with, or do you gentlemen already know what you would like?"