Desolate

Chapter 7

Hade's POV

    What is taking this motherfucker so long? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. I am not a patient man, especially for a meeting that is more beneficial to him than me. I could be at home cuddling my baby girl, but instead I had a meeting with a man who doesn't respect my time. It's fine I was itching to kill someone today. Maybe I'll get to play with his head before I kill him. All I know is that I cannot wait to get back to New York. I wanted to be home with my family, the Marchetti's. They have been more of a family to me than my father. My mom died when I was born, so I never knew her, but I do know my father blamed me for her death.

    The dickhead finally walked through the door of my office with some swagger. The door slammed against the wall, and I smirked, I really was going to kill this son of a bitch. "Прости, Аид. Вы знаете, каково это, сегодня на сцене несколько прекрасных дам. Я увлекся их выступлением и потерял счет времени. Давай поговорим о деле, мне нужна партия оружия для одного из моих покупателей, а у тебя есть лучшее оружие. Я могу внести депозит в данный момент и оплатить остальное, когда покупатель заплатит мне. Будет ли этого достаточно?" (I'm sorry, Hades. You know what it's like, there are a few beautiful ladies on stage today. I got carried away by their performance and lost track of time. Let's talk about the case, I need a batch of weapons for one of my customers, and you have the best weapons. I can make a deposit at the moment and pay the rest when the buyer pays me. Will that be enough?) He smirked with his yellow teeth.

    I laughed, clearly this man didn't know who he was dealing with. I don't take disrespect and not showing up on time for our meeting and practically demanding something from me is a punishable offense in my book. "Меня не волнует, как женщины выглядят на сцене, когда у тебя есть сделка со мной, ты появляешься в нужное время. У меня нет терпения ждать куска дерьма, который должен прийти умолять меня об отправке и не иметь средств на момент транзакции. Я мог бы быть дома с дочерью, теперь мне нужно испачкать руки. Всего этого можно было бы избежать, если бы вы были достаточно ответственны, чтобы прийти на созданную вами встречу. Увидимся в аду, придурок." I took my gun out and shot him between his eyes. I called for my men to get rid of his body. (I don't care what women look like on stage when you have a deal with me, you should show up at the right time. I have no patience waiting for a piece of shit that should come beg me to send and have no funds at the time of the transaction. I could be at home with my daughter, now I need to get my hands dirty. All this could have been avoided if you were responsible enough to come to the meeting you created. See you in hell, asshole.)

    I was finally finished with my work in Russia, which means I can go home to New York. My daughter is missing her uncles. Although, I was trying to give them their space, they finally found Mirabella. It's been a few weeks since she got home and they're planning her and Marcello's birthday party, I plan on being home for that. I wonder what Mirabella looks like, I remember when I would come over to the house and hang out with Lorenzo and his baby sister would be attached to his hip. She charmed the pants off of anybody though. They said she's been through some traumatic shit, though. I know she just got out of the hospital, so I'm trying to give her time to recover before I unleash my hyperactive kid in their house. I do hope she'll be nice to my baby though. Anastasia finds it hard to trust woman, too. I blame that on her piece of shit mother. The only good thing that woman ever did was give me my baby girl. I have sole custody of my baby, but after I gave the bitch 5 million to leave us alone. She didn't want to be a mother, she wanted to be a wife of a rich man. I tried to make it work with her because she was giving me my biggest blessing, but I came home to find her fucking my father and Ana crying in the room, not having ate the whole day. I saw red, my father laughed at my life, saying no one could ever love a man like me, nor his spawn. So, I killed him and loved every second of it. No one talks about my daughter like that and lives. She admitted to me, she didn't love being a mother and we came to a deal. I paid her and she'd give me all the rights to Anastasia. I don't regret it at all. I love being a father, especially to a girl like my daughter.