Angelo Santino is a heartless man who could never imagine finding a life beyond his dangerous lifestyle. He had already given up on finding love a long time ago as no woman could ever keep up with his ruthless personality and demanding role in the m...
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ANGELO
And just 2 hours later, I am here sitting on a private jet with a clear view of the early morning sky. By this time, I had figured out exactly where Rye was and that it wasn't that long of a flight. It would only take 3 hours to get there.
Some may say that owning a private jet is grossly prestige however I purchased the jet back in my younger days when I turned 18 and received my trust fund - recklessly buying stupid things. What else was to be expected when you give a young teenager £10 million. This was not my best thought out purchases, however living regretfully is something I avoid so I still make use of the jet when I can.
Sat around are my closest friends. I hate travelling alone so I always make sure to save room for my friends and employees. Even if I decide to take a last minute trip, I always have my 'lady friends' on speed dial.
"Hello Mr Santino, are you comfortable? If not, perhaps a massage could help." The air-hostess flirtatiously said as she winked at me.
"You must be new. We have a rule here, only speak when fucking spoken to. Leave." I spat back at her, not even letting my eyes meet her face.
The air hostess put her head down and walked away sobbing. Another thing I hated, when women approach me, giving themselves away so easily. I hate how disrespectful it was - for a stranger to feel so entitled in making sexual advances. It made me feel a sense of pity for people who acted like that.
"Fuck me, she can give me a massage." Matteo sighed as he stared at the air hostess' ass as she walked away.
"You're so weird." Leo shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't, come on look at that." Matteo pointed at the woman.
"She's literally crying." Leo stated, unamused.
"Why are we acting like she wouldn't be doing the same thing if she had one night with me?" Matteo laughed.
Leo and Matteo are my closest friends. We all grew up together and their families are all very close to mine. After all, we are all part of the same mafia. Some say that having friends under your charge can be difficult however I thought of them as brothers. As stupid as Matteo may act sometimes, his loyalty has never been doubted and Leo's maturity has helped the clan progress so much. They have always been there for me, even more than my own family.
"Both of you, please shut up." Lillian interrupted.
Lillian is my assistant and a very close member of the mafia. I insisted that I didn't need any assistance however my father - once again ignoring my wishes - he hired one any way. When Lillian first began working for me, we had many disputes; mostly due to my stubbornness and Lillian's strong mind. However as time went on, I let her into my life and we worked hand in hand, with Lillian following all of my orders. I respect Lillian greatly and even brought her a home of her own, close to my mansion.
