The Mafias Weakness

11 - The Shipment

{Isabella Jackson}
At the shipping dock

As I hear cars pull up to the dock I decide to take a mental note of how many men I can hear exiting the vehicles.

If I'm correct, which I normally am, there should be about 10 men including Luca that are here.

This shipment must be pretty important for there to be this many men to keep guard of it... I wonder what it is.

I'm currently sat behind another crate of goods that's hidden next to the dock so no one can see me, my only problem is, I can't see them either without making myself known.

I slowly tilt my head around the large crate and search for the one and only Mr Luca Romano.

bingo.

His dominance practically radiated off of him to the point where I almost felt submissive.

He's stood next to his underboss, Marco Ferrari. Marco was a handsome man but he wasn't gifted with the same demeanour as Luca.

These men were no joke, they had everyone falling to their knees for them, especially the women... if you get what I mean.

No man in the mafia could even compete with them. In fact, many have tried and never succeeded in doing so.

The sound of something metal colliding with the floor next to me brought me back to reality only to realise that it was my knife that had made the noise.

My head snaps back to the men to see if they noticed but everyone seemed to be acting oblivious to the loud noise, but once I looked over to Marco I realise that Luca is no longer there.

My nervous thoughts are put on hold as a cold feeling is pressed against the back of my skull.

A gun.

I swear to the heavens that I won't hesitate to shoot this cazzos balls off.

The cold metal feeling soon leaves my head and I start to sense a presence getting closer to me.

I can't help but feel sparks ignite throughout my body when I hear the luxurious voice of Mr Romano.
"Ti sono mancato amore mio?"
(You missed me my love?)

I turn around to face the one and only man that I've been finding difficult to kill

"Lo non sono il tuo amore e non sarò mai, testa di cazzo." I reply bluntly without showing any emotion to the topic.
(I am not your love and I never will be, dickhead.)

But his face showed everything, his smirk only grew larger as his eyes filled with something I couldn't describe.

All I knew is that this wasn't going to end well.