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Chapter 31 - Personal

hey my favs. you look beautiful today, and if your not really feeling it today then well YOU ARE SO FUCKING AMAZING. you may not think it but you are so worth it. don't let anyone tell you otherwise. it gets better i promise.

anyways enjoy you gorgeous human beings xo

also this chapter is kinda all over the place SORRY

(REMINDER: flashback = bold and italic)

"What the fuck do you mean our warehouse was raided?!" I spit into my phone. "That was supposed to be top security Andres. So, please enlighten me of how this all happened?" I ask, my tone almost deadly.

I pull out my office chair in this unnecessary large house that Elio fucking chose.

Andres doesn't say anything, silence on my end, shouting and crashing on the other.

"Okay, you have 24hrs to figure out what the hell went wrong and get all my damn supplies back. Don't make me do what I did to Pedro to you." I say as calmly as i can, finally hanging up.

Pedro's fine, that little bitch is a close friend of mine and retired a couple of years back, I just use him to help.. threaten, scare, traumatise- okay that's enough.

He just helps people get fucking moving. You're in the God Damn Mafia for fucks sake, i shouldn't have to threaten my own men in the first place.

I sigh, desperately needing a drink. These fucking Americans trying to start a war the day of the ball are just all kinds of messed up. Just when I'm about to reach for the bottle of whiskey next to my desk, the door barges open.

"5 warehouses, all of them raided. 500 people killed in the last 24 fucking hours and our security system is down about 34 per cent" Matteo says, a pissed look that probably matches mine stretched out across his face.

oh for fucks sake.

"fuck." I mutter, rubbing my forehead. Matteo doesn't say anything but instead grabs the whiskey from my desk and pours both of us a drink while taking a seat. "Leo, I don't know what's going on inside of your fucked up head but I know you're stressing about something and it's not the Americans."

"It is the Ameri-"

"Bullshit. It's a certain someone who is about yay high, fucking crazy and is also the heiress of the Italian Mafia." Matteo cuts me off, downing the rest of his glass.

bitch.

This is not the fucking time to be discussing my feelings for fucks sake. I don't feel. See, it's simple as that. So why, is this shithead so pressed about this?

"Stop cursing me out in your head, stronzo" the bitch rolls his eyes.

oh, I'm about to lose my shi-

"Hey, cagne!" My office door is again slammed open by this time, dumbass number two. "Why the sad faces, we can get drunk tonight!" Elio wiggles his eyebrows.