The Italian mafia was made out of the four families. Surnames Moretti, Valentinti, Vinci, and De'Luca.
Twenty two year old Niccolò Vinci is next in line to be The Don of the four families. He is every bit of savage, vicious, and remorseless. There w...
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Chapter Six - "Honest Man"
Chapter Six Theme Song: Holding On To Hell - Gin Wigmore
Basira St'Clair | First POV Location: Paris, France
Right across the table from me the two men Yves and Jules both cursed at each other back and forth. Nico held a smirk on his face watching them go at it with one another. They now owed him three million dollars and he continued to make it hard for them wanting ALL of it up front right now.
"I'll take it in cash or you can wire it to my bank account right now" He said interrupting their dispute with obvious arrogance in his tone.
"My wife is going to kill me!" Yves stressed he ran his hand over his bald head.
"I told your fat ass to take it back!" Jules said throwing his hands up.
He reached for the large bottle of bourbon sitting in a ice bucket and took a big swig from it. Jules happy mood since signing the papers Jax had given him quickly faded. Yves cockiness had landed them right into the palms of Nico. It was honestly pathetic how he still managed to lose the game of poker although he had been cheating.
"Vinci three million dollars is a lot for just a silly poker game" Jules fussed as Yves nodded his head in agreement.
Like I said...pathetic.
"Now I'm sure if the tables were turned you wouldn't be saying that" Jax voice spoke as he got out of his seat coming to stand beside where me and Nico were still seated.
For some reason I felt like the tension had grown thick between the four men. Something bad was about to happen I could feel it. I didn't miss how Yves snarled his upper lip up at Jax words. Neither did Nico who was looking directly at him.
"I come to realize—" Nico started. I felt his finger tap my thigh for me to get up.
I quickly got out of his lap and moved to the other side of him. I watched him tug on his jacket to straighten out his suit that had wrinkled a bit.
"—That I can't do business with you two; I rather be in the company of your father Vincent" He told them.
Their father was he saying these two were brothers? Jules was tall with a head full of black hair while Yves was short and bald with a beer belly. I squinted my eyes at the two of them; trying to see some type of resemblance but I came up with nothing.
It was hard to believe.
"Vincent is not going to do any business with a young punk like you" Jules told him in a harsh tone.
