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 Eleven- "Restraint"
Chapter Eleven Theme Song: Conversation - Juice Wrld
Niccolò "Nico" Vinci | First POV Location: Paris, France
I looked down at my tattooed hands and flexed both of them a bit. I smirked a bit noticing how along my knuckles are red and busted from repeatedly hitting Victor.
It had been a while since I got hands on with someone.
I had beaten him until he was surrounded by a pool of his own red blood. It took him until he was close to being unconscious to start telling me everything I wanted to hear.
"A auction happening tonight huh?" I mutter to myself thinking about the pitiful state I had left Victor in.
He deserved it helping them bastards traffic all ages of girls in and out of that hotel. I wanted to kill him right then and there but Jaxon said we might need him later. That's the only reason he was still alive and barely breathing.
After I was done using him; he would be a dead man.
"I'm sure if I look on the dark web and make a few phone calls I can get us a location real soon" Jaxon told me.
"Good. Have Silvio and the girl made it to the estate safely?" I ask him. The girl Avery had screamed and cried loudly when he told her Basira was gone.
"Yes they've made it there safely thirty minutes ago"
"Remind me to give a thanks to Franco for letting us use his home when all of this is over" I tell him. A associate of mine located here was letting me stay at his estate while he was out of town.
It did cost me a pretty penny because all these French men were greedy and money hungry.
Right now we were on our way to the docks getting ready to meet the French. The sky was still yellow and orange as the bright sun was still making it's way up.
I had been trying to keep myself level headed for the past couple of hours. It didn't help that I had little to no food or sleep; everything was starting to make me angry and irritable. Her face was the only thing that kept invading my mind.
*Click*
The sound of my metal zippo lighter opening was the only sound in the car. What had Basira called me last night? I watched the flame intently thinking back to what she had said.
A pyromaniac—I think it was.
*Click*
"Otello how long until we arrive at the docks?" I asked him. In order to find her I needed to take her off of my mind for right now.
