Mischief

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"The Mexican mafia, they are fucking with us!" Jay's voice reverberated through the room, directed at our allies, the Spanish mafia's leader Rafael Diaz, who remained silent but shot a stern look at Jay, my second-in-command.

"Do not yell at me."

"Oh, Rafael. You are being too lazy, you should listen to that boy's warning." The Russian mafia, Sergei Kalizjov, uttered with a thick accent of his language that flowed.

"Cállate la boca." Rafael snapped in frustration. As the local Italian representative, I understood his words and couldn't help but chuckle.
(Shut the fuck up)

It was amusing to witness these two powerful mafia quarreling.

I have called the two mafia international to speak about the troubling situation of the Mexicain mafia.  They still didn't grasp the concept of boundaries, and it is necessary to remind them that they can't fuck with anyone, especially the Italian mafia with me being the Don.

"What should we do?" My father turned to me, seemingly unaffected by the ongoing dispute between Rafael and Sergei as he focused on my suggestion.

My father retired from the mafia business, taking over the legal business since he stated that he was being to old to continue the heritage. I eagerly embraced the opportunity to lead his organization, relishing my involvement in the underground.

Yet, I despised dealing with an individual who constantly challenged me, seemingly unfazed by my authority.

We were now in the meeting room, full of men. The Spanish's second in command tried to ease down the tension between his boss and the Russian's boss. Meanwhile, the other second-in-command lounged with Luca, showing no interest in the proceedings.

I rapped my knuckles on the table, capturing everyone's attention. While shooting the ceiling would have been a more attention-grabbing option, I refrained from doing so to avoid disturbing Manelle, who was still upstairs taking a nap.

I can't disturb my little lady from her nap.

"I'll be sending each of you the upgraded weapons my brother finalized," I explained, "They're lightweight and the bullets pack a substantial punch. These specialized rounds ensure precise shots, lethal enough to take down a target, even if it means severing a limb." Their nods of approval were accompanied by an unexpected comment from Rafael that caught my attention for the first time.

"We could also infiltrate one of his human trafficking rings and dismantle them," he suggested, showcasing a rare moment of intelligence.

I was never fond of human trafficking, too much hard work. Rafael and Sergei hates those type of work because they both have a family, a wife and kids who doesn't the field of their work.

It still brings a lot of money though.

But yeah, too much work. It's better to handle illegal marchandise such as drugs or weapons.

Instead of using sluts to have sex, even though I never had sex. I prefer using drugs to have the best time of my life.

Very unheard of a mafia don being a pussy virgin. Nobody knows except Jay, Luca and my father.