The Castillo Crime Family

eighteen

Carlo Torres...

With headlights flashing at them from one end of the dark alleyway, Sam stared at Giuseppe with a cold look on his face. Avoiding his older brother's gaze, he let his eyes roam over to Mattia, who was standing to his left and already staring at him with a glare of his own.

Not many words were exchanged along the way here, but it was pretty evident that neither of them were in a cheery mood.

Uttering the words under his breath, Giuseppe questioned, "what's with the sad faces?"

Furrowing his brows at Giuseppe, Sam asks, "the fuck you mean, what's with the sad faces?" hitting Giuseppe's right shoulder, "we're here because of you."

"I could've came alone," Giuseppe mumbled.

Mattia released a short chuckle, but it wasn't because anything was funny, "why? For them just to blow your damn head off?" he said, tapping his own temple with two fingers.

Hearing some voices come from the other end of the alley, Sam shifted his attention over to the group of guys that strolled over like they haven't had the Castillo's sitting here for minutes. Carlo was placed in the middle with two other guys beside him as they grew closer with each step.

"You think we got all damn day to be waitin' around?" Sam asked.

Carlo gives a tight smile, "I was busy."

"I don't fuckin' care," Sam said with a light shrug.

Carlo tossed his cigarette to ground, using his foot to get rid of the spark. He blew the smoke from his mouth while speaking in Spanish, "vayamos directo al grano entonces, sí?" let's get straight to the point then, yeah?

The sound of music playing from one the apartments gave this conversation a bit more privacy, neither one of them wanting to bring the other to their personal safe houses or an establishment because this was not a business meeting. This was actually about a small fight that broke out a few nights ago at a club between a few of Carlo's guys and Richie's.

It was explained to the Castillo's that one of Carlo's boys came over and started things, which then made Murilo and the people he was with get upset.

It was clear that this wasn't over a shipment or territory; Giuseppe at the center of the problem.

"You're startin' shit over some pussy," Mattia said, looking at him in disbelief, ignoring Giuseppe's gaze.

Carlo shrugged, "that was just the tip of the iceberg."

"It's not gonna end well for you and your boys," Sam said pointing at Carlo then at group he stood by.

Not a care in the world, "he wanna keep fuckin' my bitch, he gotta get dealt with one of these days."

"Dealt with, how?" Giuseppe asked with raised brows, "I'll end all you bitches right here, right now- on my fuckin' own," tapping his chest with every word. It was clear Giuseppe needed to remind Carlo who he was. 

Hearing those words, Carlo and his guys stepped forward which then caused the Castillo's and their men to mimic the action. Sam didn't plan on having a shoot out, but he would take part in one tonight over his brother.

He was trying to be nice and not have them all killed, but what can he do if Carlo doesn't back down?

"You're the dumbass who keeps fuckin' with her, knowing she's fuckin' other people," Sam was not only frustrated that he had to be here, but also because he had to explain something like this to a grown man.

Carlo leans back and holds his chest, "I'm the dumbass? Your brother is the idiot for keep comin' around Alessia, knowing that her boyfriend can end his life in two seconds."