Bloody City: Temptations

Chapter Twenty Nine

Rolling to the edge of my bed at two in the morning I walked to the window lifting the cigar I had snuffed out a few hours ago and lit it, letting the smoke fill my mouth. I'd almost laugh if I ended up with oral cancer. It would almost serve me right for all the people I've killed without a second thought. I could remember the first time I'd shot someone a bang and then the guy falling in what had seemed like slow motion from the chair he was in. All the blood that had spurted from his head, and onto me, brain matter and bone shards.

I wondered what Aria would have thought of me should we have met when I first became the Boss of the Salvatorini Familia. I'm sure the thirteen year old girl I would have met would've been terrified. I'd thought of it more during my work days, and it haunted me.

Aria grew up hearing about the monster I was her entire teen life. All she'd remember for the most part was my dark and bloody rise to the peak of the Italian Familias, and all others across the continent. What had the Valentino's told Aria for all those years that she seemed so innocent and small despite being the typical height for a man, and pretty enough to have a man who would have been able to give her what she needed without having to change themselves.

Blowing out a long thick mouthful of dense smoke I tipped my head back and walked across the room in my vertical striped blue and white comfy pants to where my clothing was and pulled out three guns, 92FS, and M9A1 Berettas, and an LCP Ruger, along with several knives three throwing, and another three for close quarters defense.

Matteo would tease me just for the amount of weapons I carried.

I placed the weapons across the bed before pulling out one of my favourite dark suits the nine piece playing into what I'd accepted of myself. Lino had even told me a nickname he'd learned Tommaso and others had called me in private conversation, and I hoped one of the Vincenzo fucks called me it before I put a bullet in their brain. Securing my sleeves with zirconium cufflinks with a strip of carbon along the middle of the rectangular shaped pins. I then moved into the bathroom and straightened all of the layers of my suit and then lifted the black tie with a satin outlined equal lateral diamond pattern with herringbone weave in between each. After styling my hair I walked back out to the bed of my suite without a single light on except the one that ran the outline of the room casting an ambient sleeping light, and began pulling my weapons across my body. I'd planned for all possible ways I could use them in any position I found myself in, and as the final knife found its place that was most comfortable for movement, Aria's words flashed through my mind about me being dressed to hide how dangerous I really was. The thought made me smirk, and I quickly hid it as I heard a knock on my door and in one motion pulled my Beretta and pulled the door open a few millimeters.

"Alessio, let me in," Matteo says with a tired groan. Letting him in he slipped through the door in his slate grey suit, and like my suit his did well to hide all of his guns. Matteo and I had always stepped into a room throughout our adult lives knowing just as well even the Marines wouldn't be able to take on him and I.

Audaces Fortuna Juvat would just as well suit us.

It had been our promise to stick by one another no matter what and all these years later we were here still fighting by each other. If I didn't have control over the East Coast, like I hadn't just a few years ago. I'd laughed several times about the nicknames that the enemies of the Familia had called me and my brother.

"Did your night not go as you hoped?" I ask putting the pistol I held away while Matteo raided the coffee bar in my room.

"I couldn't go through with picking up a girl at the bar last night, and I kicked her out immediately after, I've been drinking most of the night," Matteo muttered as he drank a cup of black coffee, which he never did, and that worried me slightly. I wasn't the type of man to worry about anyone but my brother wasn't himself.