I examined the footage, and was disappointed to say the least.
If these pea brained amateurs are going to attempt to steal out shipments, they have to at least try. This has got to be a joke, whoever chose them to do the theft must've been unconscious.The video was blurry so I tried to zoom in and noticed a white logo on the thieves boots. If they aren't going to answer who they work for, I'll just find out myself.
Photogenic memory, now's your time to work.
The logo was French, the design and text belonged to Monsieur Jean-Pierre. One and only signature designer of the French mafia. They think it makes them look sophisticated, but it only makes them easier targets to recognize.
Of course the French mafia are trying to sabotage our shipments. They've been eyeing the Italian territories for decades and they don't even try to hide it.
I guess they'll be getting a surprise from us soon enough. A little gift. I'll call it.
I look over at the door, staring at the assistant who has just barged in and interrupted my plotting.
Unfortunately.
"Sir, you have a call, they were asking for Don, but I told them that he was not available, and they asked for you.", she explains with a hand on the speaker.
I motion for her to hand it to me, and she places it in my hand. "Hello, is this Mr. Bernardi?" a southern accented voice asks. "Yes." I reply trying to get this over with. " This is the Sherman Police Department, we were asking if you know that you have a sibling here, Florence Gray-Bernardi. Unfortunately her primary care-taker her mother has passed a few years back, and her father is not is the right mental state to handle custody as we found earlier today. It's very complicated so we suggest that you or Theodore Bernardi come down here to discuss the situation. The records show that she is related to your father, but since he passed we had to call the remaining possible guardians."
I didn't speak.
I don't believe it. Mother took her and we assumed they died, after all everyone in The Underworld would want to kill them, they were like big targets. When we couldn't find them, that was the conclusion we came to.
"Are you sure, a 100% sure?" I asked dumbstruck.
"Yes, we wouldn't be calling you if we weren't, now I would like if you or your brother Theodore would come down to talk about custody, we tried your brother but he wasn't there so, we had to call you since you are her only available legal guardians. I understand if you cannot take care of her but you will have to sign a few things to hand ove-." she said but ali stopped her.
"No, no. We will be there promptly to discuss custodial matters. In fact we are on our way right now." I explained very quickly getting my suitcase and exiting the Office, heading for my car.
"Alright I will have the address and details sent to you, and expect some more calls in the future, thank you for your time." she ended the call.
Fuck how am I going to tell Theo and the rest of the boys? How am I going to tell Finn?
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Teen Fiction| ❝𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧❞ | Book 1 of the Bernardi Series Florence Gray Bernardi is a 17 year old girl whose mother died when she was 15, after an embarrassing freshman year trying to cope with her loss, and her depressed father, drug addicted brother...