Bloody City: Temptations

Chapter Thirteen

Alessio

The SUV slowed to a swift stop at the enormous mansion of the Familia and I threw the car into park before getting out and tossing the keys to the young valet likely an associate that was bordering on being a made man, if not a newly made man, it wasn't me who made them, I met with well performing associates, and above. Those that stood out not just those who could take orders. It was no different to me however.

Looking around the lot I spotted my dear brothers Huracan parked near other high end luxury vehicles of my Underbosses, and Capo's. Genoa and Liguria was run by my Consigliere brother after all, and no one would have said otherwise if he'd told them to take on a room of the Bratva on their own, just as not a single person in the mansion would tell me off if I gave them an order.

Betraying an order especially one from the Don was a surefire way to end up in a carpet. Father had taught me that when I'd be an insubordinate little shit and he'd beat me or put a gun to my head though he'd only ever done the latter once, I pointed it at his head faster then he'd expected and pulled the trigger, the only thing saving him was that the fucker had left the safety on.

I had become a sick merciless bastard simply because I was raised by one.

I'd earned the scars on my body, the one's Arianna hadn't noticed because she'd never seen me shirtless in clear lighting when facing away from her. My marks of all the fights and beatings that had made me who I was, and the tattoo that marked my loyalty to my family. A reminder that I was the master over death, that I was able to kill without thinking. The Cosa Nostra and even many of those who believed in various religions didn't believe in tattoos where as I accepted them as long as they had either deep personal or symbolic meaning for the growth of someone to the Familia. Mine were also simply because I'd been young once and I put my pain into purpose. The Familia was my purpose, and now that meant protecting Arianna at whatever cost it could possibly have to me.

Pushing open the doors to the mansion I began walking through the building until I found my brother and several of my underbosses talked with one another, including Luca my youngest brother and also the reason Milan has an area known by the criminal world as the red corridor, because it was where my brother took his victims and killed them before they would disappear and never be found. He was practically a serial killer though he did it as the Familia's personal hitman leader though Luca was the man I assigned as Underboss in Lombardy.

My youngest brother was by all accounts one of the most loyal members of the Familia but he was also the most chaotic with his killings.

"Luca," I say as I considered my chestnut haired brother as he played with a knife spinning it between his hands with ease as he leaned back with a passive expression across his face.

"Alessio," Luca says with a hum before he stood and walked across the room to me though my youngest brother was ever so slightly shorter then me.

"I see that the most crazed out of us has made his arrival in La Spezia," I remark looking around the room and Luca paused his knife spinning.

"Well the party wouldn't be completed without me " Luca says with a smiled that seemed normal to me but was typically the last thing the people he interrogated saw.

"That's debatable," Matteo says fixing the cuffs of his sleeves as he crossed the room and stopped next to me.

Compared to the rest of us Luca looked like the family baby even if he was the middle sibling of all of us. His hair was cut to a fade that leveled as a short buzz cut even if he had a well kept beard and mustache similar to my own.

"There's nine failed assassin's in the basement of the white house. We can put aside family opinion for the hours needed for this," I say looking between my brothers.