Nova Grey's life is full of ups and downs. The up's always included her best friend Rowan and sometimes his older brother, they often spent their time doing illegal racing. But the downs... They were the worst and consisted of her abusive mother and...
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"It might cost us more money but think of it in the long run. It will soon pay off, if we manage to get the technology that allows us to go off map and everyone's radar we will be pulling more than triple what we are now." I bargained with my father.
We are discussing ways to improve our efficiency when flying out our product to buyers, sure I'm the current Don of the English Mafia but I have respect for my father. After all, he has been in the trade for a long time and his advice is never bad. He's just a stickler for numbers and hates waste.
My dad, Silas Devlin, sighs; "Son how long do you estimate it to take after the money is spent for the returns?"
"Five months no more than that, and that's with a ten Million profit return after expenses including product."
His brows shoot up, "Blimey boy, why didn't you lead with that?"
I smirk at him, "You wouldn't have criticised it then, the negative sides of this are just as important as the returns."
The door burst open with the twins Crea and Cruz daunting in with Cruz waving papers all over and cutting Dad off.
"The door is shut for a reason fuckface, learn to nock." I gruff out at him.
"I'm sorry ally, this couldn't wait." my sweet sister apologises, jumping into the seat next to me at the meeting table.
My dad motions for them to hurry up and spit it out and they lay the papers out in front of us with information displayed about the Germans.
"What am I looking at here?" My dad asks.
"We just got back from seeing Nova." Crea starts but dad cuts her off.
"You found her? Why did she go dark." he rushes.
Cruz cuts in after sparking a cig up, "She's found her family... The Italian Mafia."
What the fuck? The Italians?
"What do you mean the Italians? She said she didn't know anyone in her family other than her shitty mother." I question, it didn't make sense.
"Well, it turns out that when nova went dark and stopped responding to us, her mom had actually died and she moved in with them after her DNA matched with theirs. We tracked her down after we got some intel." Cruz explains and motions to the papers in front of me.
I skim over it, something about the Germans and fishing? What the fucks this got to do with anything, 'informant vouches there are hundreds of Italian and English members enslaved to work on drug fishers and many are slaughtered or thrown over the board for fun...'
"We have had a lot of members go off-grid these past few months, this would explain a lot." my father mumbles.
"So you want me to believe the word of an informant? And why the fuck did you think it was smart to go into the Italian's territory they could have done anything to you two!" I fume.
They both roll their eyes at me and I narrow my eyes at them, "What did Nova have to say?"
Crea puts another set of papers on the table in front of me, "Brother, she had way more than what we had already. Almost as if she was waiting for us to come to her, wouldn't surprise me actually, that is the way her brain works."
I skimmed over the papers not wanting to believe the information before me, if it is true then we may have to make a deal with the ital-.
"We need a treaty with the Italians." My father cut off my thoughts.
I scoff, "like fuck, I'm not partnering with them."
"Brother, you're letting your emotions cloud what's right in front of you." Crea teases me with her singsong voice.
"Doesn't matter what you want to do anyways, we already have a temporary alliance with them," Cruz tells me.
"That's good I assume they want a meeting on their turf?" My dad asks the twins who nod along.
"And how do we know if we can trust them? That they won't just fly off the handle at us and betray the treaty?" I don't like this, the fucking cheeky cunts have been messing up our deals for years now, I don't forgive easily.
I pour myself a glass of whiskey, already feeling a headache growing and take a sip.
"It's not them we need to trust, they love Nova I can see it, nova stabbed one of them just for looking at me funny. It was cute actually, and so was he." Crea said looking a little dazed, my weird sister.
I spurt out my drink, "Sh-she did what?!" I say slightly alarmed, she doesn't usually get violent with people unless she feels like we are being threatened-. What the fuck did that brother do to make her stab him?
"Cruz. Crea I've heard enough. I'll take point on this while Mom and Dad stay here for this side of things. Get in contact with them, figure when is best to go."
They nod and leave and I down the rest of my drink... I sigh, this shit still ain't solid info.
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