Blood And Love

Prologue

Angelina's pov

I sat on the stool opposite my client's enemy. He looked quite pale probably because of the drug I had injected him with. It was just an overdose of some homoeopathic medicine into his vein and going slowly but surely to his heart.

He proved to be stubborn, so damn stubborn. His shot took a metal seriously. "Let's get this done with, eh? The ten digit number?".

I asked getting up from the stool and nearing him. He lifted his eyes to look at me but kept his mouth shut. From the two hours I've known him he sure is a quiet man. Too quiet for a man of thirty three.

I looked at my Richard Millie's and it counted one minute, two more minutes before he went to hell. He started writhing, no doubt in pain.

I picked up another syringe, full of water but of course he couldn't know that. I sat on him in a straddling position, inspecting his somewhat still handsome face.

"You tell me the correct account number and I administer the antidote. If you don't, I will let you die". I spoke slowly caressing my pistol on his neck. His eyes were getting drowsier by the second.

"1-0-8-2..." he said slowly. His eyes were beginning to drop. I brought the syringe closer to his neck squirting some water out "Go on"

"5-2-4..." And then his eyes dropped completely.

"Shit ". I hissed and hit him on the head with my gun. "9-2-0" he completed the number using the last of his strength to look at me. I emptied the barrel of my gun into his head standing up from a sitting position on his lap.

I felt the blood splatter on my face as I packed up all my instruments. "10825 24920 ". I recited as I threw my backpack at Rico, my right hand "Mission accomplished".

"We go to club zira to celebrate, Huh? "he asked as we exited one of my numerous underground warehouses. "Sure " I answered and hopped into my Mustang.

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Seth's pov

Two of my best men followed me through the dim lit hallway. Lucien, my brother and Miguel, my best friend.

The hallway was really long and quiet and all you could hear was some light flickering somewhere. We were too light on our feet to be heard.

Finally, my dad stepped down completely from the seat of power and handed over everything over to me. He was finally sure I could rule without errors after being under him for ten years. I was going to change some rules. My father was too nice and loves to play the fatherly role.

I on the other hand was very mean and a lot of people feared me. I commanded too much respect for my 29 years of age. I was holding a party, inviting all top gangsters around the world. They would know I was now the king of "La notte rossa", The mafia of mafias.

We approached the door and the guards bowed their heads before opening the door. This was a top-notch meeting with all the top people in the la famiglia, my own family. I walked in with a steel look on my face my eyes holding no emotion. All the men on either side of the table stool in acknowledgement.

I didn't nod or smile. I just sat on the chair brought out for me at the head of the table. I crossed my legs and brought my hands together on top of the table. They stood still waiting for me to let them sit.

I look from man-to-man sternly "I am not my father. You know what with omerta comes family and then love. You're my family, so don't tamper with my love and loyalty " I spoke and nodded and they all sat.

"You are going to deployed to different countries for six months. All you have to do is establish a path in the country you go to. We need routes to push drugs and I need all of you to help in mobilization. After six months, you will all be reimbursed"

"But Don some of us have families. How are we going to do with our families? We can't just leave them and go out for six months". One of my men said and I looked at him taking my hand to my earpiece. There was silence.

"Richard Cole. Forty five years. Murdered his wife and has no kids" my tec guy Manny spoke . I lifted my index finger and a gun cocked and shots rang out. Richard dropped down dead. I took out my gun and added three more shots blood spattering around. No man flinched but they were visibly scared.

"No one questions my orders!" my voice rang out. "Absolutely no one. Your families will be protected by this family. Nobody will dare us.

"This meeting is over" I said getting up and leaving the room with my brothers in tow.