The King's of New York

Serving Bullets

"They say, be afraid.
You're not like the others."

~

Leo

The sound of the gun going off causes my body to tense but I just blink at the dead man. His lifeless eyes looking at me as blood seeped from his skull.

Ricky places his gun back behind him, before gesturing towards two soldiers to start cleaning the mess.

"So it looks like I'm paying a visit to Rossi today." I declare before stepping over the lifeless body.

"I'm sick of them, they send one more of their little rats in our territory Leo I'm gonna—"

"I get it. That's why I set up a meeting with Carlos himself today." I interject as I make my way out our interrogation room.

"He agreed?" Ricky asks as he follows me.

"I don't need an agreement to talk to the old fuck." I reply before whistling to one of my men to round up the cars.

Checking the bullet chamber on my gun before cocking it back, "Let's go visit the Rossi's fellas."

Ricky mirrors my vengeful smirk, rage filling his dark eyes. The sons of Franco and Vinny Sicario.

The ride to one of Rossi's clubs wasn't long. A tip gave me intel that Carlos and some of his closest men are always there on Wednesdays. Since the club doesn't officially open until midnight we should be able to have a civil conversation.

Tires screech as the SUV halter to a stop. My men jump out with bullet proof vests, guns, and neck gaiters around their mouths. The sun is setting which means the dangers that lurk around here are the only thing that's out.

But even they run away from the site of twenty of my men. Hopping out the vehicle I rip off my suit blazer rolling up my sleeves. Ricky adjusts his leather jacket as he checks his gun chamber.

"Shall we?" Ricky asks grinning sinisterly as I smirk.

I kick open the clubs door and lead the way down the steps to the club. Two of my men throw smoke bombs down the steps. The sounds of women screaming and men shouts echoes through the walls.

My men begin to shout orders of men and women to get down. I exit from the smoke, revealing myself to Carlos Rossi himself.

His seven men aim their guns just as my twenty soldiers aim theirs. I flash a big smile extending my arms.

"Rossi! How are you!?" I ask with faux excitement.

Rossi's face turn red with anger as he stands and approaches me, "You son of a bit—"

I quickly aim my gun at his forehead, "Tsk, tsk, Rossi where's your manners? Didn't momma Rossi teach you how to be hospitable?"

"I'll fucking kill you." Rossi spats causing me to roll my eyes.

"I'm not doing too great eke there. You see Rossi, you keep sending these fucking pasty little moles into my family. I don't appreciate that, it's disrespectful that you think the Sicario family won't sense a rat." I say lowly as I tap the tip of my gun at his chest.

"Your family has a history of those. Just wanted to make sure you guys were keeping your eyes open." Carlos retorts and I kiss my teeth holding back my strength to rip his fat head off his nonexistent neck.

"I just wanted to say you and your family," I pause to look at his men in disgust, "You all have one warning from me. The next thing you fucking do, wander in Sicario territory, send another Rossi blood rat, or even make a peep about Sicario, I promise you that you won't even hear the knock at your door."