She was Sophia Perez the CEO of estilo, the best fashion company in New York. She had everything to make a man fall on his knees. She had long jet black her, beautiful pump lips and a body of a godess. But unfortunately for them, she didn't want a m...
I wasn't going to deny it, the guy sitting in my office was built like a Greek god.
His white shirt was hugged to his figure leaving a clear display of his abbs and muscles.
God has his favourites.
He was on his phone looking as bored as ever.
Jeez, I'm so happy to meet you too!
I cleared my throat to get his attention.
He looked up and his eyes raked all over my body then back to my face. He held eye contact for a few seconds.
"You must be Lorenzo Moretti" I said as I made my way over to my office chair, his eyes never leaving mine.
He didn't reply. He tilted his head slightly
"Diabla" he said lowly with a thick itallian accent.
No it's fucking peppa pig.
"Scary mafia dude" I greeted
He gave me an amused look like it's the first time someone's been sarcastic with him.
Thinking about it, probably is his first time. Mafia Don and all.
We sat silently for a few seconds just looking at each other before I finally decided to break it.
"What can I do for you Don?" I said
He leaned back and adjusted in his seat.
"I'm planning on taking out the Russians." He said confidently like he knew he was going to win.
So this wasn't about bussines?
I stayed silent and let him continue.
"Recently, the Russians have been getting on my last fucking nerve, stealing my shipments, attacking my men and other shit" he said while clenching his jaw. "I've had enough of them so what better way to get rid them, then taking them all out?" He said as a a slight smile grew on his face.
"Let me guess you want me to help you take out all the Russians?" I said.
"Yes, I do" he said clearing his throat "I also want you to help me protect my daughter while all this is going on.
Lorenzo's daughter, Elliana Moretti is 5 years old. Not much people know about her as Lorenzo is a very protective over her.
The Russians were dickheads. It was no secret that I wanted them dead and apparently so did Lorenzo.
What could go wrong? So I agreed.
"I'll help" I said looking up at him.
He stood up and so did I.
He took my hand and shook it. " Meet me at my office tomorrow for the details"
He was about to open the door but stopped midway. He turned around before speaking again.
"Thank you," he said "For helping my daughter I mean."
I just nodded as a reply.
This wasn't the first time a mafia asked me to help. I had grown a reputation in the underworld, so many people feared me.
I first became diabla when I went to this underground fighting rink and started fighting. I won most fights as my dad used to own one and taught me all the basics. I became really good at fighting and ended up getting the reputation that I now have today.
My dad passed away when I was 16 years old, leaving me to fend for myself in this shitty world of ours.
Fighting was the only thing that got me money. People saw how good I was and eventually started asking me to go out on missons which meant I had to kill people.
I didn't kill innocent people at first but things change.
I walked out of my office getting ready to deal with the little shit that I was originally coming here for.
Fun!
Note the sarcasm.
A/N No bold font today bc i cba 😭 Anywayss make sure to comment and vote -Z 💕
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