𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 3

"Shit." I cursed. My hands found its way to my hair as it tugged on it slightly. A long sigh left my lips not too long after. "Fuck is wrong with you." Darien asked, sitting across from me at my desk. "The Americans are stealing our gun shipments, I contacted Fritz seeing if it was only mine. It's not just us  they're stealing from. Germans, Russians, and Us."

"Which American Mafia?" He asked, I sighed, putting away all of my flies and paperwork for the day. "Legions." I answered. He snickered, "Aaron is a creep, who's weak, scary, and a bitch. Why's he acting so damn confident now? Does he not know that we are the biggest and most powerful mafia in Italy."

"He does, that's why he's coming after us. As one of the most powerful, I have what he wants. Power, money, a title. When people hear my name they are instantly met with fear." I put my jacket on getting ready to leave for the day and go home to finish some things. Along with those things is figuring out what I'm going to do about this situation aboard.

"Well, I hope you know if things go any further and he decides to come after you or anyone else-" I cut him off. "Yes, I know it's war." We walked out of my office, to the elevator. "And I'm prepared for it, we are prepared for it."

"Hey, there's this new coffee shop/ Cafe that opens on Thursday. We should go check it out to see if there are any good." I nodded, "We can."

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After I went home finishing all of my paperwork I needed a bit of a distraction. I really didn't feel like being bothered so I walked around outside in the garden to clear my head a little.

After clearing my head for a while I decided to go to bed for the night.

"Mommy, I want a cookie." A small voice said. "Which one?" Another voice asked. "Mhm, this one." The child giggled. "We'll take two chocolate chip cookies along with a two vanilla milkshake, one small and one medium." The woman ordered.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I introduced myself, the woman didn't have a face nor did the child. "W-who are you?" I asked. The woman walked past me.

I jumped out of my sleep following a gasp. My breathing was unsteady, Who the fuck was that?

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"You look like shit" a voice said walking beside me, I looked over groaning as I saw it was Darien. "I did sleep last night." Opening the door trying to close it in his face but he caught it with his foot. I threw my bag with files in it and my jacket on the couch in my office.

"Why not?" He sat in front of me, the sound of his loud chewing annoyed me. I looked up at him through the hood of my eyes. I sighed, "I kept seeing this woman in a stupid cafe. I don't know who she is either. She's brown skin, tall, gorgeous body, her hair was in braids that were to her ass." He cut me off, "What did her face look like?" I leaned forward putting my hands on my desk, "that's the thing I don't know, her face was blurred out. Like it was a blur. There was a child with curly hair that ran towards her, it was her child but his face was blurred also. I asked her who she was but nothing."

"That's creepy." His face frowned, I scoffed. "Tell me about it." He smiled, "Looks like we have a woman to hunt down, tell me all about this dream I mean detail for detail."

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