Fucking The Mafia ♥️Complete♥️

Chapter 4

Henrik Fallenius as Devil Hemmings (The Youngest)

NOTE: There comes a part towards the end where its like multiple languages.. The conversations are translated at the end of the chapter. Correct me if any of it is wrong.. I used google.

Note: Per my babes request and because many of you brought it to my attention... During the parts where there is a different language spoken, all you have to do is click on the comment and I have added the translation there so you don't have to wait tile the end of the chapter.

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I wake up the next morning and immediately look to my nightstand to see that the shirts are not there and in it's place is a piece of paper with a simple message:

Game on.

I hop out of bed and go through the daily routine of showering and getting ready. I bound down the stairs and fix myself some breakfast. Dom was there and we greeted each other and then he looked up like he had just got the best idea ever.

"What?" I asked and he just smiled really big meaning that this idea of his involved me in some way.

"Well." He starts.

"Yep, you definitely want something from me. What is it?" I asked.

"There's this meeting with Armani today." Is all he has to say and I already know what he wants from me.

"What's in it for me?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow, already planning to do it for him.

He looked at me for a moment and I rose it even higher.

"Come on Dal." He says and I burst out laughing.

"I was just fucking with you. I'll handle it." I laugh and he gapes at me before pushing me.

They always ask me to handle Armani because he tends to work... better with me.

"So when is it?" I asked pulling out my phone.

"A few hours from now, but it's on the South Side so you may wanna-" He trails off.

"Got it." I nodded before going back upstairs to

1) Change and

2) Grab my backup.

I slide my two custom desert eagles (ones Harley Quinn, the other Joker) into the back of my leather leggings, threw on a leather jacket over my grey tank and slipped my feet into my Timberland Averly boots, making sure to slide a karambit into each one. I slip my phone into my pocket before snatching up my keys and bounding down the stairs.

"He's moving in with negotiations with Valentino again. We need to put a stop to that. Also, there's an exchange that's suppose to be going down so it should be him and one other guy. Same weight as always." Diego gave me the rundown as he tossed me a bag filled with bills.

I gave a nod before hopping into my midnight blue Ferrari laferrari, peeling out the garage, and making my way to the usual drop place when dealing with Armani. When I get there I make my way inside. Armani is sitting at the table, a chair on the other side of him, one of his guys standing off in the corner and Armani's face looking like someone just pissed in his cereal.

"Let's talk." I say and he clasped his hands on the table.

"About what dear?" He kids and I give him an annoyed look.

"Cut the shit Armani. We know you've been trying to worm in on our dealings with Valentino again." I snap and he smirks.

"Oh?" He phrases it like a question and I grit my teeth, that annoys me.