Broken

Chapter: Three

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My jaw felt as if it was working over time, and I wouldn't be surprised if I've grounded my teeth all to hell.

Russian and Italian blood didn't  mix very well. . .it makes a monster, no wonder why my nanno was such a sadistic bastard. So sadistic that, it continues on in the family.

"что вы имеете в виду, что вы не можете найти пакет?"
( "what do you mean you can't find the package?")

I ask Carlo, a Soldier of Timothy, a Capo and a very successful asset to my big family. Well was now since he's rotting. He just sits there as if there's nothing wrong, but thats not the case.

I lost a brother today. . .may not by blood but by honor. He was apart of my family—he was someone that I trusted, and here is this scum.

"Разговор" (Talk) I grunt lowly and my finger twitches over the trigger of my gun. Carlo jumps in fright, and Alonzo my consigliere steps up beside him.

"Босс, Тимоти украл пакет. . .и выстрелил в меня в руке, я клянусь!"
(Boss, Timothy stole the package. . .and shot me in the arm, I swear!)

He says quickly and his voice hitches, when I raise my arm slowly. Does he think I'm stupid enough to believe him?

I point my gun at his knee cap, and let out a bullet quickly. He's testing my fucking patience, and today's not the day.

I've been waiting to spill someone's fucking blood ever since I got the phone call about Tim's death, and nothing's better then killing the fucker who killed him.

"Вы чертовски думаете мой мозг из воздуха? Еще один шанс Карло. . .один-два. . ."
(Do you fucking think my brain's made of air? One more chance Carlo. . .one. . .two. . .)

I smirk in anger as he squeal in pain like the little pig he is. He killed someone's father and husband, and my heart aches over the lost that I know Sarah, Timothy's wife is going through.

"Maybe, we just kill and throw away?" Alonzo says in broken English, and I just chuckle. 

"Alonzo hasn't anyone ever told you that it's fun to play with your food?" I mumble and shoot Carlo in the right shoulder, since he's taking too long to answer me.

"хорошо-я-я убил его, но сказал Феликс. . ."
(Okay—I-I killed him, but Felix told. . .) he screams in pain, and I shoot him in the head quickly.

"Find fucking Felix and bring his ass to me. . .get a Soldier to do it!" I bark at Alonzo and Dada my Underboss barges into the room, not even sparing Carlo's body a second glance.

"Дон. . . ваш двоюродный брат Macy's здесь."
(Don. . .your cousin Macy's here.)

He says in a aggravated voice, which means she's cussed him out, if I'm guessing right. I love my cousin Macy buts she's a fucking spitfire, and sometimes that can be a bad thing.

"Fuck, what does she want?" I ask and he folds his arms across his chest with a glare.

"She has boy with her. . .demands to see you only." He says gruffly and I smirk in amusement.