A long time ago there were 3 brothers, Rozario, Santiago and Valentino. Their last name is unknown but the fact that they were related is, well, even then this was kept a secret from the world.
All 3 brothers wanted the same thing: Power, wealth an...
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Leo's Pov:
The House of Card's meeting hall or 'The King Jokers throne room' as many refered to it as was by far the most useless extravagant thing. Well that wasn't the only useless thing that this mafia had right now, now was it?
I looked down at the nervous looking men standing in neat rows beneath me, useless fools. No one dared look at another, they were all standing in a very upright position but their faces looked pale and fearful.
Perhaps they could feel my anger. Good.
I rose from the King Jokers throne and walked to the edge and looked around the room to which each person immediately looked down at the floor as he or she could feel my eyes on them.
"I'm sure you know why you were called here?" I asked them.
No one answered. No one even so much as moved.
"Lucas."
Lucas Katz stepped forward from his spot in the first row.
"Sir!" He bowed his head while placing his hand on his chest, he was looking right at the floor just like the rest.
"Tell me Lucas. Why have I called them all here?" I directly asked him.
"T-there was a breach sir. In security." He replied as clearly as he could.
"Now tell me Lucas. Why the HELL Pierrta was allowed into the House Of Cards when I specifically said that she wasn't?"
There was no answer again.
"Who was in charge of the gates yesterday?"
A man with scruffy looking hair scuttled forward and nervously walked to the front.
"Sir. It was me-"
Before he could finish what he said I pulled my gun out of its holster and shot him.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
He let out a cry as he slumped to the ground. I chucked the gun down at him, hitting him on the head. Fool.
"Next time someone is allowed into the House Of Cards without permission from either me or the second Joker, I can assure you that they wont just be killed with a bullet."
I looked down at them again. They were all stood up straight but the fear on their faces had increased. No one dared to help the man who I had shot.
It was the mafia's most important rule. Every man for themselves.
"Do I make myself clear?"
No one said a word.
"I said. DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR?" I repeated.
"Yes King Joker." They all chorused back at me like robots.
I looked down at them for a moment longer, daring anyone of them to move, talk, even breath loud enough for me to hear.
