BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Alessandro's POV
Italian Bastards.
They want to have a war.
If they want war, Ill fucking give them war.
Im Alessandro Fucking Garcia, Don of the Spanish mafia.
After Diego and Miguel left, I was informed that Giovanni Sanches, and his two sons, Angelo and Dante, are in Spain, and that they are coming to see me.
I don't know what they want, but whatever they want,
They're not Fucking getting it.
I pour myself one of the most expensive scotches' in Spain.
I honestly can't handle this fucking shit today.
After what seemed like an hour I finally got a call.
I reluctantly answer.
"..Sir.. They are here." one of my guards says.
"Bring them up." I reply strongly.
"Got it, Capo." perfect
Not too long later my men opened the door for the pigs, Giovanni was in the middle in front, while Angelo and Dante slightly behind him following his pace.
"Gentleman," I say while raising my scotch glass in the air.
"Leave us." I say strongly to the guards, while still staring at the three Italian bastards.
The guards just nod and walk out silently. Good
"Gentleman, Please, sit." I state while glaring at Giovanni.
They all take their seats in front of my desk, all three of them glaring at me.
Are they just going to stare the entire time, i know i look fucking sex-
"Let's keep this simple, Alessandro." Giovanni speaks for the first time of being here, his italian accent coming through really strong.
"We want something you have," He states,
Tell me something i don't already know dipshit.
I just nod, signalling him to carry on speaking.
Giovanni just smirks, The fuck is he smirking at? Nonce.
"Aren't going to offer me a drink, old boy" This little shit.
"What the fuck is it that you want?" I said, calmly now that the attention was all on me.
"The guns that you own." he said, causing my eyes to widen in shock, I took deep breaths, clearly trying to control my rage.
"Your golden guns– the ones that represent your ownership of the Mafia." Giovanni said, my Gaze shifting between Angelo and Dante who are staring at me clearly enjoying my anger.
The Golden guns are only owned by the dons of the Mafia, and whoever has them has complete control over every single member of that mafia and its operations.
They already have their guns, so why do they want mine? Well I know why, they want power. The power that rightfully belongs to me.
"I can tell by that old face of yours is confused, probably wondering why I want the Spanish Power." He explains
Before I can respond he carries on.
"The answer is simple, I want my daughter back. She does not belong to the Spanish mafia, She belongs with us, In Italy, her true family." He says.
"With the power the Spanish mafia holds, I can find my daughter." he finishes.
I smirk to myself knowing they will never get Veronica. They don't even know where she is, And here she is in her room probably sleeping.
"What are you smirking about, old man?" Angelo, the oldest son interrupts angrily.
"Oh nothing, just that you will never see her again" I snark, my smile going even wider.
This causes the two boys to stand up from their seats furiously, oh how the tables have turned.
"Where is she?" Giovanni questions calmly.
Silence.
"Where the fuck is she?!" Dante the second oldest asks seething.
Wrong move. Know I know he is very protective of his family,
My new knowledge caused me to laugh out loud.
Giovanni kicks the table in frustration, as i'm still sitting on my chair calmly, while all three are ready to pounce on me.
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Quick explanation : Okay so in the past chapters They have been speaking Spanish. But now that the Spanish and Italian mafia's all meet each other they are all speaking English, Because they don't know each other's languages.
