Mirabelle
In my line of business, you must be ruthless, feared, a criminal but most of all a cold-blooded killer if you want to be successful. The underworld or whatever the fuck they call it, I find this amusing to be honest, it’s ridiculous if you ask me and my opinion matters, trust me.
“Boss the shipment was stolen by the Italians.” Spiro, my righthand informed me.
“D’Angelo really outdid himself huh.” I replied.“Gather the men and set up a meeting with D’Angelo” I ordered.
He really thought he could beg for an alliance with me and betray me? He had another thing coming his way.
I stepped onto the pavement of the pub, I hate pubs or anything to do with socializing.
I slowly strolled into the pub as I kept an eye out for Miro D’Angelo.
He’s the leader of the Italian mafia although it’s time for him to step down. He has no heir whatsoever or that’s what I know. There was a rumor last year about him having a dead wife and son but there wasn’t any proof.
I came to a halt as I notice Miro sitting around a poker table, sly bitch.
“Miro” I voiced out.
“Sinclair, I didn’t know you’d be here”
“Didn’t spiro request a meeting?” I asked.
“I don’t think so.” Puta “How did you know I was here?”
“Lucky guess” I mused.
Let’s just say Miro thinks that I’m afraid of his stupid organization.
I bent down to his level with my back slightly arched.
“D’Angelo, this is a game I’m not afraid to play because you can’t play a player and if one of us should be scared it’s you…because you’re the one in dire need of my alliance.Don’t fuck with me Miro.” With that, I stood up straight, giving my most innocent smile as his face morphs into a look of disgust as he tried to hide the terror behind his eyes.
As I glanced over to the bar, I noticed a familiar person staring at me, though I don’t remember where I knew him from.
As I turned on my heels, pun intended, I almost ran to the limo waiting outside when I noticed who was sitting by the bar.It couldn't be, right?
I shook my head at the thought, of course it isn't, he's dead.
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Red devil
RomanceSYNOPSIS De'Andre D'Angelo, at just the age of 20, he liked all the wrong things; after the tragic death of his mother, De'Angelo got in with the wrong crowd. He smoked marijuana, drank excessive amounts of alcohol, partied like there was no tomorro...