Mafioso

Chapter 7

Ace

When the little omega slammed the door to his apartment building on me, I was taken aback. I was happy that I had learned a bit more about him and got under his cool exterior, even if it felt like I had gotten the tip of the iceberg. For the first time today, he showed an emotion other than distaste for me. Hell, he even thanked me.

I pulled out my pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of my leather jacket and pulled one out of the package, and I put it between my lips, lighting it. I inhaled a deep breath of the cancerous material and leaned my head back, holding my breath for just a few seconds before releasing the smoke.

I rolled my eyes when my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out, not even glancing at the screen.

"'S Ace," I mumbled with the cigarette hanging from my lips.

"Hey Ace, I wanted to know if I could do some business with you?" A thick Russian accent responded.

Dominic.

His gang was seedy on its own, but of all of them, they were one of the better ones I liked to deal with. Because they were more than willing to get what they wanted, and they never tried to stiff me when they were needing guns. Half of his gang would cause a ruckus, and the other would offer businesses and homes their 'protection,' and when someone didn't pay their dues, they'd trash the places that they dealt with. Seedy but reasonable compared to what I'd seen in my life.

"What're you needin'?" I asked.

"I need around a couple hundred or so pistols." His muffled voice responded. "My men need a little protection, it seems. In the last week, we had six of our men get killed."

"It'll take me a while to get all of that. You know I buy the parts separately, and we assemble them. It'll take around 6 or so weeks to get that many ordered and assembled." I started walking down the street.

"Can we retrieve them daily until we have the amount we need?" He hummed on the line. "We're having a problem, and I want to get rid of the rats."

"I mean, it'll cost ya if you're wantin' me to rush them."

"Fair enough. We'll be by tomorrow evening to pick the first of them up." The alpha's voice held urgency.

The feeling of a storm brewing for not only them but us as well, seeing as we had the same problem as of late, caused my stomach to knot up.

I nodded in response, knowing he couldn't see me. "My second in command will be there to assist your man. I'll be busy tomorrow evening."

"Good, good. Thank you, Ace." His voice perked up a bit.

"Bye." I pulled the phone from my ear and hung up on him, not wanting to speak to him further.

I had been trying to lay low after getting James the painting he had wanted. He ended up stiffing us a hundred grand, but a bit of lost money wasn't anything I couldn't handle. It just meant I wouldn't help him in the future. Typically I would have killed a few of his gang members in front of him to show my dominance, but after what had happened with the Ivory Serpent gang, I was on my toes to not fuck with others. Even though it wasn't us who initiated it.

When I got to the nicer part of town, I located my vehicle and slid into the driver's seat. The roar of the engine echoed in the parking garage, making me smirk. I began my drive home, which was easier during the middle of the night because most of the city was asleep.

My thoughts drifted back to the firey-haired omega, softening my smirk into a smile. Even though he had a rough night, he still had spunk and a smart mouth to boot. It was one of the many qualities I liked about the boy.