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Kian

Weak.

That was the first word that came to my mind as I saw the fragile body of this woman. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her eyes had dark circles surrounding them, and her clothes were dirty and worn out, it was as if everything that could go wrong with this woman, went wrong.

The blindfold was wrapped around her eyes tightly as she struggled to get out of Russo's grip in my car, still parked on Via Roma street. "I told you I won't say anything, just let me fucking go."

I ignored her as I looked at Joan, my right-hand man, who stood carefully enough that the blood did not seep into his shoes but still close enough that he could inspect the body, and gave him a nod. "Make sure there's not a single blood splatter."

Joan nodded but still kept his eyes trained behind, the screaming woman in my car kept his attention.

We had been working together for a decade now, we knew how to communicate without words, the man hardly ever talked anyway. "I will deal with her."

The woman, whose name I still did not bother to learn heard that. "What the fuck do you mean you will deal with me?"

Joan looked amused, which was hardly an emotion one could connect with the man. He raised one of his eyebrows.

I sighed. "Yeah, I am sure."

"Get me the fuck out of here."

I had to give her that, she was persistent if not anything. But as the Capo of Cosa Nostra, persistence wasn't a trait I appreciated often. I opened the door of the car and dragged her small body by her chin.

"Say one more word and you will gag on that small skirt of yours, you get me Stellina?"

She whimpered and fuck if it didn't make my cock stir in my pants. But I couldn't think of fucking her, not when I had a dead body to cover up and revenge to plan.

Harvey Ford, the CEO of the company we had used to transport guns and apparently one of the most influential men under 60s was dumb enough to tell the NYPD about our business. As if they did not get the cheque at the end of the month for their loyal duties to us.

I did not kill this man, technically I did but it was his own stupidity that ended him. But this fifty-seven-year-old man who couldn't even reach down to tie his shoelaces was not capable enough to dare anything.

Someone else manipulated him and Harvey fell for it. That was his first mistake. Leaving the security of his home in America and visiting Sicily for vacation was his final one.

As I said, it was his own fault at this point.

But the threat was still there. Someone was still out there planning Cosa Nostra's demise, my demise.

And I made this harder for me by taking in this feisty woman who did not care about the rank, size, or danger of the men surrounding her.

I was perhaps wrong in saying she was weak, she clearly had more balls than Harvey Ford could ever have.

And fuck, my cock was still somehow hard by watching her throw a fit.

Trouble. That was what she was.

Author's Note:

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