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 Thirteen - "Auction Pt2"
Chapter Thirteen Theme Song: No Rest For The Wicked - Klergy
Niccolò "Nico" Vinci | First POV Location: Paris, France
I stood face to face with a paled face Yves. He was doing a very lousy job of hiding his surprise of seeing me here in front of him. It took him a mere minute to adjust before he greeted me properly.
"Vinci! Good to see you" Yves proclaimed with a laugh to hide his shock I suppose. "My brother had notified me that you would be leaving tonight— flight trouble?"
"I just didn't feel right with how things left off between the three of us back at the casino" I tell him with a hidden meaning behind my tone.
Yves and Jules should have been dead right along with their dealer from that night.
"Ah I agree we France and Italian families have been acquaintance for quite some time it didn't seem right leaving our long time relationship like that" Yves said with a head nodded.
"I heard about the auction I decided on a whim to stop by and watch maybe even purchase" I say with a sly smile.
I watched his eyes go from me to my driver Otello who only stood a few inches behind me. French men were greedy; especially Yves. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity of me purchasing during the auction especially if all money was going directly to him.
"Unless my presence is not welcomed no more?" I added tilting my head slightly.
Yves held his hand on his large belly and begin laugh as if it was the funniest thing ever. "Oh Vinci! You are welcomed come come" He said ushering me and Otello inside; passing right by his guards who didn't even bother to check us.
What a idiots they all were.
"Lucky for you I have some of the prettiest girls being put up from auction tonight." Yves said with humor in his tone. "They are quite young but we learned over the years that the young ones bring in more buyers with them still being virgins and all—"
Truthfully, I didn't care about the auction or any other girl here in the matter. I was only here to get Basira then leave. Each Mafia had a unspoken rule amongst each other which is to stay the hell out of each other business; them taking part in a human trafficking ring had nothing to do with us Italian men.
Although their business did go against the small amount of morals that I had; I knew in the future I could not see myself doing any further business with the French Mafia.
Yves lead me deeper into the mansion hallway that we had entered while he talked loudly about things I didn't care about. I could hear the distant sounds of other men voices and was soon met with a room full of other men maybe fifteen to twenty of them.
