Deceptive Love

~ Five ~

Nico POV:

The whiskey burnt as it went down. The pain feeling good. Marcello said, "so what is it son?" I placed my glass down and lit a cigar. Marcello waiting opposite me as I blew out the smoke as it filled my office. I said, "the Americans are stealing 50% of our profit, they're making dealerships with our fellow alliances and stealing our products, like our fucking whiskey, guns and machines."

Marcello leaned in and grabbed a cigarette. Lit it and smoked it. Marcello gritted out, "fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,FUCK." He pushed my paper off the desk. "Those fucking Americans."

"Father, fucking calm down, this is what is going to happen." I leaned back in my chair as my father is fuming. "I'm going to order a settlement to our alliances. They are going to stop they're dealerships with the American's in return the profits we make, they get 5%."

Marcello stood up slamming his palms against the table as he exaggerated, "5%, what makes you think that they are going to stoop that fucking low. Huh use your brain."

"I have contracts and I have bombs. They'll have to sign on it. Then we'll get our profit back to 100%."

"Your lowering there original profit down by 5%."

I raised my eyebrows and stood up. "I did the calculations. If they lower there profit to 5% they'll be collecting the same amount they did when they were at 10% when we get back to 100% profit."

Marcello smiled and said, "my boy so fucking intelligent and fearless."

I grabbed my blazer and put it on, "Now father excuse me I've got a meeting."

"At 10:30pm in the night must be crazy."

I looked at him grabbed my gun and walked out. I got into Dominic's car he took mine for some unknown fucking reason. He's with Romano and they said they would meet me at the warehouse. 

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I arrived at the warehouse. The night settling on the abandoned warehouse. My men stood outside. I looked at Diego my head and assistant, "informazione (Information)."

Diego handed me a Minella folder with the name, Reggie Guesto. I scanned for any sight of information if he had kids. I'm not that kind of man. I opened it and looked at all of his details. A mole in the American Mafia but is in the Russian Mafia. Dishonour is what that is. I walked into the warehouse the one single yellow illuminating on the wooden chair which Reggie is tied up to. I took of my blazer and rolled up my sleeves. He has red hair and freckles all over his face. He's wearing a white shirt and black pants. 

Dominic standing on one side and Romano on the other hugging his bottle of whiskey. Fuck Romano is high. I said, "Reggie Guesto. If you answer my questions I let you go. If you don't, well we all know how that's going to end don't we Reggie."

Reggie opened his eyes and said, "Fuck you." 

I pulled my chair infront of him and sat down. "Now Reggie, I'm not going to tell the American Mafia who you are. I mean they would come after you and torture you for fun. I'm not that fucking person but I need information..." Reggie gritted his teeth. "So what is the American Mafia planning."

"I don't know anything."

Now he's starting to get on my nerves. "Ok Reggie don't lie to me, I'm going to ask one more time." I grabbed my pocket knife out, "American Mafia's plans."

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW."

I touched my temples. Before Reggie knew it I grabbed his hand and sliced his pinky off. He screamed in help. "Reggie did I not fucking warn you. Now before I become fucking unpatient tell me what the fuck it is they're doing."