Sin and love

Luca

Luca Damien DeAngelo

I got out of the Jed stepping into the cold Wetter of Ohio. My father send me here to get a few drug dealers back under control, fir the last few weeks they have been causing trouble for one of our partners, which had to cause that our shipments could be shipped.

Drugs, guns and other things we needed were not able to get to us. I closed the button of my jacked, walking toward the black BMW parked in front of my jed. Behind me two of my most trusted men followed me and of course Alex, my best friend.

Alex was Damien's and Alinas son, Damien was the right hand men of my father and his best friend. So Alex and I knew each other since birth, he was my cousin. Alex was just a year younger than me.

"We are meeting with the leader at a bar, 9 pm, he owns it. We should be careful, we don't know anything about them" Alex told me. "I agree, we should take our best and trusted men with us, when the deal is finished they can have there fun" I said to him, before getting into the car.

"Luca, you know what I mean" Alex said, sitting next to me. "I know what you mean, don't be the older one when I am older. I do perfectly know how to control my temper, thank you" I said back.

It was annoying, every one talking to me about controlling my temper when my father wasn't any better my age. I like to kill, but nothing gives me more mental pleasure than making someone regret his own life.

I may be a psychopath or maybe not, who knows, but being a men born into the mafia makes you become the greatest villain.

When I got out of the car I made my way up the stairs of the house, typing in the code before walking inside. My Dad had bought this house after there second year of marriage, it was our holiday house. I have been here more than an handful of times doing my childhood.

Dad had renovated it years ago, so we could use it as an save house. Alex made his way inside behind me. "Do you want an all the information send to you" he asked.

I looked at him nodding. I sat down at the kitchen island, pulling out my phone. I needed to call my mother, before I left she told me to call her when I land. I didn't do that, but I knew that she couldn't go to sleep until I called her.

"Mom" I said when she answered the call. "Luca, So che sei atterrato mezz'ora fa, ti ho detto di chiamarmi direttamente" she said, sounding angry.

"Mamma, lo so e mi dispiace" i said and I was sorry. My mother once was an assassin, one of the most deadly ones alive, but yet she was so worried every time I left. She couldn't sleep until I called.

"Stai bene, giusto? E stai attento stasera?" She asked. "Mamma, I Promis I'm going to be careful, I'm flying back tomorrow, okay, I love you" I told her and my mother singed at the my words.

"I know, I love you too Luca" she said and we ended the call. As much as I loved my mother, I needed to do this alone. If it went like my Mother wanted, I would be here with my father together. She wouldn't want ti risk me getting hurt.

I let out an sign, closing my eyes. I only had a few hours left until I would have to meet up with the little gang.

~at the club~

I moved through the club with my shoulders tensed and my gun tugged inside of the waistband of my pants. Timothy was a tall guy, in his early twenties, sitting in the vip area of his club.

His head looked like it hadn't been washed in days and his hand was shaking when he held his glass to his lips. He was high. I could see that from a mile away, the way he looked, the way he acted. His eyes could fix on me when I sat down I front of him.

"Luca DeAngelo, the well know son from the devil. How are you." His words were slurred and his hands were still shaking, even after he sat the glass with tequila down. I leaned back on the couch, looking at him.

"Ohh come on, don't stay quiet, Shang some tequila or some good stuff" he asked at the same time a young woman came over to us. The skirt was short and her top too small, she looked like a hocker, but still too young. Timothy's hand grappled her ass when she refilled his glass and placed a tray with white powder on the table.

She numbed lightly and I could see the fear in her eyes. But this was not my job. I needed to get my money and leave. I looked at him, before talking. "I want the money you own us, now" I said, my voice dark and deep.

I could see him shiver before his eyes meet mine again. "What money man" he asked, never fully meeting my eyes. "You have two options, either you give me the money now or I will get it my self, and you can imagine what would happen if I have to get it my self." I wasn't here to play, I wanted my money.

"I don't know-" I slammed his head down in the table, knocking his class over. Spilling the clear liquid over his hair. "I will not asked again, give me my fucking money" i said, my voice low and dangerous.

He held his hand up and signaled one of his worked to get it. A few minutes later the guy came back with a case full of money. "Alex, count it" I said, not letting go of Timothy's head.

"All here" I heard Alex voice and let go of him. I sat back on the couch, looking at Timothy who scrambled out of the VIP area. I gave my man a nod allowing them to go and have there fun but Alec stayed with me.