DONATELLO: THE KINGPIN

Chapter 5

Third person's POV

Donatello walked into the Phantom Club with Dante closely trailing behind him.

His eyes roamed around the dark of the club and he spotted his so-called fiancee making out with a guy.
He angrily matched towards them taking long strides as people made way for him. He wasn't angry she was with another guy. He actually didn't give a FUCK about her relationship with other guys.
It irked him to see her whoring in his club of all places.

To him, she was nothing but a shameless, filthy BITCH.

''If you had an ounce of respect left in you I'd advice you leave this minute Camille,'' Donatello fumed.
The guy she'd been making out with had scurried away.

"Party pooper," Camille mumbled as she stood up. "You always show up at the wrong time. I feel like I'm being watched every now and then. What's your deal?" she continued.

"I believe we're here for business. Let's get to it," he said, ignoring her question as he turned around and walked away.

"Arrogant bastard," Camille muttered as she headed to the V.I.P area upstairs.

*****

Donatello stared down at the document in front of him, then picked up the pen and prepared to sign.
Mr. Alejo watched him closely with greedy eyes. This was what he wanted: the joining of their empires.
Donatello didn't like the idea of joining empires. He didn't see the need of having the Alejos as allies. They just weren't good enough. It was what his father wanted, not what he wanted. He'd decided against signing the documents. He knew pretty well that if he signed the document, the Alejos would benefit more than them. He didn't want any parasitic attachment.

To Mr. Alejo's surprise, Donatello dropped the pen.
''You're supposed to sign,'' he said with furrowed brow.

Donatello leaned back with folded arms ''I know what you're up to you old fuck."

Mr Alejo sprang to his feet. ''What did you just call me?''

Donatello scoffed. ''I think you know the answer to that question."

Mr. Alejo's face turned red with anger. He pounded his fist on the table.

He watched Alejo's men pull out their guns, aiming at him and his men did the same.

''You're outnumbered, Alejo. Don't try anything stupid,'' he threatened.

Mr Alejo raised his hand and his men withdrew their weapons. ''You've just started a war boy, hope you're ready to finish what you have started.''

Donatello smirked. ''We'll see, Alejo Always watch your back."

Alejo's face twisted in rage. ''You'll regret this, I promise,'' he said before walking out, with his men following behind him.

Donatello tilted his chair backwards and put his legs up on the table. ''Dante, keep an eye on him. I don't want him doing anything stupid.''

"Yes boss,'' Dante replied.

*****

''Angelo!,'' Paola yelled for the hundredth time.

The 3 year old boy giggled, hiding under the kitchen island.

''Pollito, Abuela's got you a treat. If you don't come out now I will have to eat it all by myself,''
Paola's eyes roamed around the living room, searching for him.

Angelo didn't move a muscle. He wasn't going to fall for that again. He was smart enough to know it was only a trick to lure him out of hiding.

Paola walked into the kitchen. ''Pollito, you're making me worried now. Please come out.''

Young Angelo jumped out of hiding, scaring Paola half to death.

''Neeneer, gotcha, Abuela!'' he said, making a funny face at her.

Paola scrunched up her eyes. ''Ohh! You're in so much trouble, young man!'' she said.

''Catch me if you can,'' he said, sprinting off.

Paola chased after him. Angelo frantically jumped on top of the red leather couch and bounced off to the next one.

''Careful Pollito!'' Paola said.

''Catch me, Abuela!'' the bubbly youngster shouted, bouncing off the couch again.

Paola muttered to herself, ''Boy, I don't remember giving you anything energetic to drink today. That's enough for today, Pollito. Playtime's over; it's bedtime,'' she said tiredly, slumping on the couch and yawning.

''I don't wanna sleep, Abuela. I don't feel like it." Angelo frowned. ''You need to sleep, Angelo. You have school tomorrow,'' Paola pointed out.

Paola said, "You need to sleep, Angelo. You have school tomorrow.''

"I hate school!'' Angelo scowled.

''Why's that?''
Paola asked.

''I don't have friends, plus you're not there. The kids at school are pretty scary, and they make fun of me,'' he replied sadly.

Paola felt her heart ache for the boy. ''Oh, Pollito! Come here Bebita," she opened her arms wide.

Paola picked him up and placed him on the couch. ''Everything's going to be alright, Pollito. You're better than they are. You've got me, your Papá, Donatello and Dita, and we all love you, okay?'' she said, giving him a reassuring smile.

''Okay,'' Angelo nodded.

Then, the elevator made a ding sound. Virgillio walked in, followed by a group of bodyguards.

"Papá!" Angelo sprinted towards him.

Virgillio scooped him up. ''How's my favorite little man?'' he asked. The boy gave him a cheeky grin.

''I'm good, Papa.'' Virgillio set him down on his feet and kissed Paola on both cheeks.

Paola arched a brow, "What's up with the guards?''

''I just wanted to make sure everything was okay around here,''Virgillio let out a sigh. ''We had a gunfight with the Irish Mob at Central Park yesterday, so Donatello doubled the guards at the gates and I'll be staying over for the night."

''Don't tell me he started it?' Paola said.

Virgillio shook his head. ''Believe me, Amá. Donatello would never start up a fight for no good reason. The Irish Mob started this,'' he stated.

He stared down at Angelo, who was now yawning and rubbing his eyes. ''Feeling sleepy, buddy?'' he asked. Angelo nodded. ''Let's go tuck you in,'' Virgillio said and carried him upstairs. Angelo's eyelids felt heavy and he snuggled into his Papa's chest. Virgillio rocked him gently as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom. He gently laid him down in his bed, tucking him in. He planted a kiss on his forehead and pulled the covers up to his chin.

''Sweet dreams, buddy,'' he whispered.

''I love you, Papá,'' Angelo said sleepily.

''I love you too, my little one,''Virgillio replied.

Virgillio left the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

''Is he asleep?'' she asked.

''Sound asleep,'' Virgillio smiled.

''You should get some rest too," Paola said.

''I will ," Virgillio replied. "Goodnight Amá." He kissed her on her cheeks before leaving for his room.