"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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CAZZO. I WAS GOING THROUGH each file in my office and we still couldn't find the fucking putana who ruined our delivery.
It was all a fucking set-up. They went full speed on our truck, crashing their motorcycle without giving a shit about his life— either they were paying him good or he was just that loyal that he'd die for his leader.
The moment my men got out of the truck, the man in the motorcycle vanished into thin air and I didn't give a shit if he was dead or alive so I told Enzo to find him.
The only tiny problem we had was that the cops surrounded the area and was now a crime scene. The good thing about New York is that I had the cops wrapped around my finger, they didn't care about the heavy amount of drugs in the truck, they just cared about finding the fucker crashed it.
A week has passed since the incident and all the red points point to that stuck up family, the Rivera's. Ever since I've disclosed my deal with spain, they've been retaliating in different kinds of ways.
I knew they wanted the contract with Spain, but who wouldn't want a deal with the, especially since my resources were a better offer than theirs. My family is the most powerful in the world, and I own the Cosa Nostra.
The son of Michael Giordano. The heir. The most ruthless man alive, Angelo Giordano.
My father was the most ruthless man in the world, and I proved that I was just as ruthless as he was.
The Rivera's are just a tiny piece of dirt compared to me and despite their small efforts to fuck everything up— I'll fuck them up ten times harder till they can't stand back up on their own feet.
I dial the Rivera's phone while calmly tapping my thumb on my desk as I was poking my tongue on the side of my cheek.
"Oh look who decided to ring me, did you miss me?" Anthony says sarcastically on the other side of the line.
A smirk forms on my lips, "You clearly miss me just as much since you're acting like a clingy ex fucking up my deals, Rivera,"
The other line stays silent before he answers, "Did you like my little present? It took me awhile to prepare that for you, it doesn't feel like you appreciate it much," I feel his pout on the other side of the screen.
My hand slowly grips on my phone as my calmness started diverting to anger, "You know what Rivera? Maybe I'll show you how much I miss you by showing up in your front door with a bullet through your thick skull,"
"Pft—"
"And don't fucking test me, Rivera. It took you awhile to prepare that little present for me but it would take me less than two fucking seconds to fucking end you and your entire organisation." I decline the call before letting him say another word and take a deep breath.
