Destroy It All

The Scarlatto's

I do not speak Italian I use google translate so I'm sorry if the translation is wrong.

Alex

I wait by the phone, Kenny was supposed to call me an hour ago. 

"Alex?" I hear Marco knock on the door.

"Yes, Marco?" I ask.

"It's too late,"

"Shit!" I throw my phone without thinking, FUCK ME! "no." I go to pick it up and open it, I broke it, now when Kenny calls I won't see, could things get any worse, the answer is yes.

"The Scarlatto's know." Marco says pulling out his phone and giving it to me, "Open it."

"Do I even wanna see what this is?"

"No, but you need to."

"Great." I flip his phone open, there's a voicemail, I hold it to my ear.

"Hello Alexandre, this is Roberto your nonno and I know of your little plan to kill me, so as a good nonno I'm going to let you in on a secret, I am a king you are a prince so if you want to kill me and become the king," he laughs, his fucking evil laugh, "make sure you kill me because once you try and kill me and as I suspect I'll live, I will come after you and kill your ungrateful ass!" and with that he hangs up. (nonno=grandfather)

"Fuck." I say handing the phone back, "This is bad." I take a seat.

"Alex, you have to call it off, we might just have to wait until-" I cut him off.

"Stop! am I suppose to wait until he dies of natural causes? no the old fuck is sixty four, he will not leave me alone until I kill him, and I'll do it myself if I have to."

"Don't be like that."

"Like what?"

"You've known for awhile that killing him wasn't going to happen," I look away, "we both know it, we both hate it, but we both know it's true if you kill him you will start a war I'm not sure we can win."

"Maybe I want a war."

"You cannot lead with anger and-." 

"I can, it's what I've been doing for the past two years, Marco I think my anger is working just fine."

"Alex, please listen to me, I think that your anger is what has kept you alive this long but this anger is different, it's the anger that comes with grief, and bad things happen when angry people like you grieve,"

"Well," I say, I know he's trying to help, "Marco, do you remember how we met?"

"Of course I do." he smiles. "I know where you're going with this."

"I helped you kill the person who killed your best friend, I want to kill the man who killed me."

"I know this is what you have to do I just don't wanna lose you."

"I don't plan on dying the only person I plan on dying is Roberto." I look at my broken phone, "I done being controlled by him, as long as he lives I'm dead. only one of us can walk out of this alive."

"Whatever you want to do, I'll help you."

"Thank you, now," I hold my broken phone up, "Now how is Kenny gonna call me?"

"For fucks sake Alex," he grabs the phone from me, "Girl, how many phones are you going to break," I roll my eyes, "Who did you send with him?"

"Uh the ghost unit." 

"Good choice, I'll step out and get them on the phone but I did get one of the Scarlatto's people to agree to one call with you," just then I see a burner phone flying at me I catch it, "They should be calling."

"Great job Marco," I shut the door, knowing that he was dealing with Kenny, and me the Scarlatto's it took at lot of the stress away until I remember that I have to deal with the Scarlatto's great!

It only takes a minute or less for the phone to ring, I pick up after letting it ring twice.

"Ciao." the mans voice says.

"Ciao." I say.

"I thought I was going to talk with Alexandre, not some girl." I roll my eyes. "Whatever just tell me what he wants you to tell me."

"He wanted me to talk about his family issues." 

"Family issues? oh you must mean Alexandre wanting to kill Roberto?" He laughs.

"As I said, Alexandre believes that what goes on with him and Roberto is a family issue and nobody else's."

"We disagree."

"Who's we?"

"Me and my brother's."

"Oh so I'm talking to a Scarlatto brother." I state

"SÌ."

"My name Is Grace and you are?" For most of my life I was Grace, I went by my middle name sometimes when saying my name was Alex papà said it was to close to Alexandre and people might think about it too long, this was one of those times.

"Dante Scarlatto, at your service." Dante was the youngest brother, and very hotheaded, I knew that much. "So Grace who are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you must be a somebody, seeing that Alexandre is having you do his bidding for him."

"I could ask you the same thing, why is Lucas having you make stupid little phone calls? did you get grounded or something?"

"Stop being such an culo, Grace." Dante snaps at me (ass)

"Listen, I really don't give a fuck about what you think just tell Lucas that Alexandre wants you guys to stay the fuck away from this family affair."

"No can do, sweetie." 

"Don't call me that," I roll my eyes, "Why can't you?"

"You know the answer to that," he sounds bored, "Roberto is a mafia king, Carlos was a mafia king, Alexandre is just a prince and he must wait his turn to be king he can't just break the rules and kill Roberto, his people won't stand for it," he stops when I hear a door slam. "Listen Grace, nobody here wants a war on their hands, so tell your boss, as long as he wants to live he will not kill Roberto Moretti."

"Nobody tells Alexandre what to do, not even me."

"You might be right but if you've done your homework you know that the Scarletto's are also Mafia royalty, we do have a say in what happens, such as killing the Rob," that was his stupid nickname.

"He is going to die, you know that? at this point nobody can stop Alex," I stop sometimes it's weird talking about myself as if I was a man, "He will kill anyone who tries to stop him."

"I am warning him, do not kill Roberto." Dante is getting angry, perfect.

"He also wants me to tell you, that he knows you and your brother little secret and he will use it against you,"

Dante doesn't reply, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10- 

"What secret?" took long enough.

"Ah, Dante and I thought you were better than this, like we'd reveal our hand, but do know that we do have a good hand, so before you go fuck yourself up, tell Lucas that we know that the Moretti family isn't the only rule breakers."

"Arrivederci, Grace." (goodbye)

"Arrivederci, Dante Scarlatto." (goodbye)

The door swings open as I hang up the phone, Marco stands there a look of fear on his face, I jump up.

"What is it Marco?"

"HE'S GONE!"

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