Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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note: I literally don't get it. I think I'm immune to the caffeine I intake, be it coffee or fucking soda, it doesn't give me energy or anything. I just drink it to stay sane at this point, what the hell is up with that? y'all, soda or coffee!?!
Pov: Leonidas Salvador
"Here take this," my big brother, who is a total cranky meanie might I add, speaks and hands me a vial along with a handkerchief.
I know I'm the savviest of the gang and 23 years old but that doesn't stop me from calling Vince a cranky meanie, which he is. 100%.
"Is this the chloroform?" I ask as I tuck the vial wrapped in the kerchief deep into one of the pockets of my suit jacket, it should be safe there.
He pats my jacket as I tuck in both my guns behind my jacket, one inside the back pocket and one at the bottom of my suit pants, "The pat-down ends at the knee for the bar right?" I clarify & Vince nods.
His focus was completely on the file in his hand, "You are a hundred percent sure that she's going to be there right, Leo?" He asks me for the fiftieth time since I've been here, "Yes fathead." I jokingly snort and he shoots me his signature death glare.
"Would you calm down Vince, I'll get her to you in one piece, you do all the ripping or whatever the fuck you plan on doing."
Attila walks in and instantly rolls his eyes, "Vinny boy isn't even going to touch her, I bet."
I hold in a chuckle as Vince checks his phone and goes over the current stocks of our mafia, "Yeah yeah whatever, get her here alive."
I nod and get into my black Ferrari LaFerrari, thebest birthday gift I could give myself honestly, all these brains have got to be worth something, that's when Attila leans against my door and bends down to reach my open window.
"Listen if she's qualified by Carter Fenix she must have accuracy in her skills and immense physical skills, so if by any chance you even begin to think that she's figuring out your intentions, drug her," Attila urges me, I give him a thumbs up and rev my engine a few times before backing out of our mansion's garage.
Too bad, the day I spend two entire hours in the shooting range practicing my target along with Damien is the day I don't get to shoot anybody. Damn it.
At this time of night, I speed down the roads of Milan, the bar is all the way downtown so it's going to take a while for me to reach.
I decide to play some music but then vote against it because my mind will be a larger mess than it already is, my eyes bore at the open roads in front of me but my mind is on overdrive.
