mafia king

Chapter 7 - dealing

"When are we alone again?" Georgino's hands were thirstily caressing my torso. A groan escaped me. "Matteo?" He asked, nibbling my earlobe. "What?" "When are we alone again?" He urged. "I-. Give me a minute." He grinned triumphantly and let go off me. I went out of my room and told my friends that I'd be going home. Still trying to pull my hoodie over my head I stumbled out of Marco's house. Georgino was waiting by his car. He grinned when he saw me. "You are drunk." He stated and I did something similar to a bow. "That's the first time I get to see you drunk." I fell into his arms. "Where were you the last few days?" His eyes clouded over suddenly. "Don't worry about it, mi amore." I got an uneasy feeling but pushed it away. Maybe I just wanted to throw up. "I missed you." I sighed against his lips, and I could feel them pulling into a smile against mine. "I missed you too."

Groggily I woke up from my nap. Ever since I found out about Georgino our time together was playing on repeat in my dreams. The worst part is that now I saw how naïve I had been. "Oh, look at that sleeping beauty is awake." I groaned when I saw Marco towering over me. The stench of sweat he was spreading meant he came from the gym. "Get up your ass and get ready. We need to go to the main house to get the drugs we need to distribute tonight." I sighed and rolled off the couch and plopped on the ground. "Why do I have to come?" "Because we are done covering for you and Sandrino. Now get a move on."

I was waiting in the car in front of Sandrino's house. Marco had been let inside by Sandrino's brother. By the smirk he wore, he knew that Sandrino would throw a fit. A few minutes later Marco was dragging Sandrino out. I snorted at the sight. I hadn't seen Sandrino since my birthday and just like me he had stopped shaving and wore jogger pants with a baggy shirt. How similar heartbreak looked. Sandrino was still cursing when Marco shoved him in his car.

We were quickly in and out of the main house and at the club. I hadn't seen Georgino since my birthday and I wasn't planning to any time soon. The drug runs we did were easy and a good excuse to drink. Sandrino had the same thought as me because we had crossed paths at the bar at least four times. Marco and Mario were dealing upstairs in the lounge areas. Probably a lot more successful than Sandrino and I. With a sigh I leaned against a wall, letting the vibrations from the music pass through me. Last time I went clubbing I was still together with Georgino. "I know that look." Someone suddenly whispered in my ear. "Fuck! Sandrino, you scared me." He gave me crooked smirk. "Ups." I rolled my eyes. "How much did you sell?" He looked up from rolling a joint. "If you mean by sell – drink and smoke the answer is a lot." I shook my head but refrained from saying anything more. "You need to stop thinking about him. It's only going to hurt you more." "I don't think you are in a position to give advice on heartbreak, seeing as you are dealing with yours with booze and weed." "Maybe that's the secret potion against heartbreak." "Is it working?" He snorted and pushed off the wall, leaving me alone again.

I started selling a few packages and Marco decided to call it quits after another hour. Sandrino was totally wasted by the time I found him by the bar. "Secret Potion, huh?" He just yawned and hung on to me. Marco and Mario were already waiting by the car. Mario put his hands on his hips and looked ready to give me a piece of his mind. Great. "This is getting more pathetic by the minute." He started as soon as we were in earshot. Marco stood beside him and didn't interfere. Which meant that he agreed with Mario. Just great. "You were drinking on the job, smoking weed on the job, and I don't want to know what else! This is unprofessional." "We are drug dealers... what kind of 'professional' does this require in your opinion?" I asked and heaved Sandrino back in a more standing position. Mario shot me a warning glare. "Careful. You are in no position to talk back to me." "You know what – I don't care." "Doesn't surprise me. You don't care about anything anymore." I wanted to punch him. Before I could do or say anything else, Sandrino let go off me and took a few steps forward. Mario eyed him suspiciously. "Get off our back." He slurred and threw up on Mario's shoes and pants. I gasped and then started laughing hysterically. No way. Mario clenched and unclenched his fists by his side. "You fucking idiot!" He exploded and pushed Sandrino back. He giggled and stumbled into my side. "I feel better now." I tried to stop laughing, knowing that Mario – even though he had the patience of a saint –could become a monster. "I'll have you eat your vomit from the ground. You imbecile!" He yelled and stepped out of the vomit that surrounded him. He brought a hand up to cover his mouth. "You two can walk home! There is no way that you come any closer to my car." Mario pushed Marco into the driving seat. Marco let him and now I could clearly see the smile on his face. "Are you serious?" Mario glared at me and walked around his car. "Mario!" I called but he had already started the car. "There is a bus stop just a few minutes away!" "You are the one covered in vomit!" I yelled back but he was already gone.