"Can't you see... Ain't it clear... I don't care...Get closer to me... If you dare"
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Leo
A WAVE of pain surging to my abdomen and head causes me to awaken groaning. My hands fly to my face, covering my eyes for the sunlight.
Grumbling as I rub the slumber from my face, I squint my eyes surveying my surroundings. The black and gray interior of my bedroom, causes me to relax for a moment.
Memories of last night flash through my head. The Rossi intrusion at one of our sites, me getting stabbed, Jack's yelling, and a girl with captivating eyes.
"Morning sleepy head!" Ricky, my cousin exclaims as he and a maid with a tray walks in.
Sitting up I groan from the tender pain, "Ricky shut the fuck up." I reply before nodding and dismissing the maid.
"Someone woke up as a sourpuss today." Ricky says as he plops down beside me on my bed.
I ignore his statement and immediately down the medicine and water on the tray, the maid sat on the nightstand.
"Ricky, shut the fuck up." Jack, my brother, says as he walks in the room while typing on his phone.
I roll my eyes at his attire; a suit. He such a polish prick at times.
"How are you feeling?" He asks as his attention focuses on me.
"Like I've been gutted. Where is the piccola puttana (little bitch)?" I ask testing back on my headboard.
"He's at the Queens safe house with Sergio's men." Jack answers and I nod.
"The Rossi's fucked up intruding on us like that. I knew they were reckless but not fottuti idioti (fucking idiots)." I grumble, pissed about last night.
"I need a meeting with Carlo and his capos as soon as fucking possible. They get one chance to clear this up or I will wipe out their entire bloodline." I add on looking at Jack who simply nods before typing something in his phone.
"Who was the girl last night?" I ask abruptly causing my cousin and brother to look at me.
"The girl? You mean the incompetent doctor?" Jack answers and my blood pressure increases instantly.
"You took me to a fucking hospital!?" I shout at the two, causing Ricky to stop tossing a pillow in the air.
"We wouldn't have made it back here from fucking Harlem. You were bleeding out and I don't want to lose my brother just a month after losing our father." Jack argues his nose flaring as he looks at me.
My jaw tenses, hearing death and father in the same sentence.
It still doesn't feel real.
"What name did you put me under?" I ask trying to calm down.
"I didn't have to. She stitched you up pro-bono and in a private wing." Jack answers as he sits in the armchair in the corner of the room.
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The King's of New York
RomanceOne ruled in the spotlight, the other ruled in the shadows. Jackson and Leonardo Sicario were known as the Kings of New York. Their parents are infamous, their last names brings chills, it's said that if you look one of them in the eyes, all you se...
