'You can only run so much from me love.' He whispers into my ear. Who knew men whispering could be so hot, wait it's not men, it's this man.
I slowly step back until the rough surface of the wall comes into contact with my open back. At the slight t...
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Staring down at the pages below me, nothing makes sense. I can't put together any reasons why the Italian Mafia and the Spanish Mafia would form an alliance together. They've had a rivalry that's dated back to the medieval times or some shit like that, and now they are all happy, chappy and making love. I don't buy that bullshit, there has to be something more to it.
The grand oak door that stood at the entrance of my office swings open, sunlight transpiring in my office for the first time in over two days. I immediately know who it is, only one person dares to walk through my door without knocking first. His eyes scan my office, taking in all the empty liquor bottles and the cigarette buds.
"God, you need to pull yourself together fratello" (brother) he says in a calm voice.
"Perché sei qui Dante?" (Why are you here Dante). I uttered agitatedly.
"Wow, I missed you too Arlo. It's been a while since I've seen you, I'm doing great thanks for asking." he chirps, sarcasm dripping from his voice. I make eye contact with him. There is silence for a couple of seconds before we both start laughing hysterically. Even though Dante isn't related to me by blood, I consider him my family. He has been the only one to stand by my side through my worst, he's seen the true monster in me. He's been my right hand man for as long as I can remember. Taking a seat on the nearby lounge he rubs his hands over his face, suggesting he has something new to tell me. Dante is the only person who delivers news to me, all my other men are too afraid that they'll piss me off or something and I would cut their hand off. They are wrong. I would cut their head off.
Once we both gather our composure, Dante's face turns serious again, whenever we are together we have a good time, but he takes his work seriously. He is the most dedicated person I have, which is why he is my underboss. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we have a problem, the Russians bombed one of our training arenas, killing 3 trainees and Diego. The whole place is completely destroyed. As well as that, the Americans also invaded one of the Spanish mafia's warehouses. You do know what this means right?"
I knew exactly what this meant. One, the Americans and Russians were declaring war on us, and by us I mean the Spanish Mafia and the Italian Mafia. And two, we need to go ahead with the alliance and this wasn't one huge fever dream. I will be marrying Milena Alvarez.
She is not only the daughter of the man who killed my mother but she will be my future wife for potentially the rest of my life. As all these once hypotheticals are becoming a reality, I realise I need a release. Pouring Dante and myself a cup of whiskey, we both down it in a couple of seconds. The liquid burns for a quick second, then the sensation sizzles down. I need something else.
A/N Hey everyone, I know this chapter was a bit short, but this was kind of like an intro to Arlo and we also met the hottie Dante. (also I added an aesthetics board for Dante if you haven't seen it already so go check it out in the characters aesthetics page)
I also made a tiktok, _bookwh0re__
From this chapter alone how are you finding Arlo?
And thoughts on Dante?
I also started my assignment today, I've been procrastinating a lot but yk how it is, I have a shit ton of maths to do as well but I'm gonna procrastinate as much of possible. I hope you all had an amazing day or night and you are all taking care of yourselves, thank you for reading this chapter, don't forget to vote and comment, I want to be able to interact with all of you guys! See you guys soon. 😘🫶 - B
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