Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"We have to go through this every damn week! Quit taking my food. Find your own food, it doesn't take much to order something online." Kane says, aggravated.
"I know but then I'd have to wait for it to get here and then I'd have to get it from the gates and that's too much work." Logan whines.
These are both, two grown men whining over food. I mean, they are both in their early thirties, acting like college roommates who is having trouble with sharing their things.
"That isn't my problem and hey, maybe walking to the gate everyday, will help you work those extra pounds off." Kane says, shrugging.
"Are you calling me fat?" Logan excuses, pointing his finger.
"No. Why would I call you fat?"
"I don't know but you just did!"
"I didn't call you fat."
"Yes, you did."
I sigh, grabbing my plate and walking out of the dining room.
"Do you think he's mad?" I hear Logan ask as I walk away.
"When is he not mad?"
I'm not always mad, I just don't like talking to people and if I'm going to talk, it'll be because people are dumbasses and can't do shit right.
Example A and B. (Kane and Logan.)
I take a seat at my desk before placing the plate down beside the other plates. I seem to always get annoyed with them and take my plate up here but forget about it when I start working, but I don't have the time to return them. Normally, one of the maids will take it when I let them clean my office but if not, they remain untouched.
I should take them to the sink.
I turn on my computer, immediately getting email notifications. People complaining about their drug and gun shipments, when I know I check every box before they leave.
I won't lie being the Don of the Italian Mafia would be hard if you're not me. I didn't realize how much of a mess my father left for me to clean up when he died.
No wonder his life was shit.
You could always find him in his office with thousands of paper surrounding him. I got him a computer to help with organizing but he didn't like that. He liked it the old fashion way.
I lean back into my chair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Where's the fucking money?"
I hate days like today. Money runs suck the life out of me. I could kill everyone who owes me money but then I'd get no business.
"I-I don't have it! It's at my house!" Pablo yells.
"We're at your house." Kane deadpans, making Pablo look around.
"Right, it's at my other house." He says, nodding as if that could convince us.
"Your broke ass don't have another house because if you did we wouldn't be here, getting the money you owe us. Give me the money." I grit through my teeth.
"You act like you need the money!" Pablo says, scrunching his eyebrows is anger.
"You're right, I don't need the money." I say, not wasting another second and put a bullet through his head.
I look towards Logan and he nods before pulling out his phone to call the people who clean this stuff up.
We dump the bodies into a spot in the woods where the hogs comes. They are greedy little shits and eat everything.
"I'm hungry." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes, I question if everything I do is worth it.
"There's no where you can go, Alex. We gave you time and now, the time is up." Logan says as Alex cries on the ground.
That's pathetic.
"You can't pretend to be Mr. Tough Guy then cry when it's time to face reality." Kane says, leaning closer to him.
"I-I'll get you the money. I j-just need a couple more days." Alex stutters. He's lying. He already booked a plane ticket to Alaska. He was gonna leave.
"Isn't that what you said the last time and the time before that and the time before that? You know Don only gives three strikes and sadly, three strikes you're out." Logan says, crouching beside him.
"Quit messing with him." I tell them, lowly.
Kane sighs as he pulls out his pistol and shoots Alex. Today is the day I finally snap because I'm done finding people who can't buy the shit they want.
My head snaps to the alleyway behind us when I hear a loud scream.
"What was that?" Logan asks with wide eyes.
"Find it. Now." I order.
I follow behind them before Kane grabs something off the ground, well, someone. Making them scream again.
I sigh, watching Logan push the needle into her neck then the bag over her head and catching her as she falls.
"What the fuck are we supposed to do with this?" Kane asks with wide eyes, making my roll my eyes.
"Bring her." I tell them as I walk past them.
We get into my car with the girl in the back with us. I had a driver drive us today because I couldn't be bothered to drive through traffic.
I sit on the same side as her as her body leans against the car door. Based off what I can see, her long blonde hair sticks to her sweaty skin, her small dress is high on her thighs, making me look away.
I stand in front of her with my arms crossed. She's still passed out but this time she's tied to a chair without the bag on her head.
"What do you mean?" I ask, not looking away from her. She's absolutely gorgeous. Her cheekbones are high, her jawline is sharp, her nose is small, her lips are plump. She's fucking perfect.
"I don't know. She looks familiar but I don't think I know her. Maybe I saw her one time." Logan says, shrugging.
"I mean, she kinda looks familiar but I think, she could've been a random stranger." Kane says, shrugging as well.
