One too Many

Chapter 3

Asher

"Dad, we could have gone ourselves. There was no need for you to ask strangers to do our job for us. They will think we are weak now!" Yelled Dominic, he couldn't hold himself anymore.

We are currently waiting for our weapons shipment. Our new technology weapons to be specific. That is worth millions of dollars to be more specific. Where some people we don't even know are delivering it to us. The reason we did not go ourselves is because we have rats in our mafia and apparently this was a trap.

How my father knew, we don't know. He told us to trust him, and that, we know how to do. We trust him with our lives, and if he told us to trust him on this, we will.

But Dominic is losing his temper. He doesn't want people to think we are weak, which is far from possible. We role the strongest two mafias in the world: the Italian mafia and the Russian mafia. Our mother is from the Italian mafia and she was the only heir, so now her mafia is ours. Our father was the head of the Russian mafia, and he handed the leader position to me.

"Calm down son. Nobody will think you are weak or anything. Nobody dares to anyways. You said you trust me and my decision and I want you to act based on that." Father said while dialling a number on his phone.

Dominic huffed in annoyance and started pacing the warehouse.

Father is now talking on the phone with someone in hushed tones.

This is new.

He never hides what he is doing or with who from us. Let alone talking on the phone. He also has this frown on his face, his signature worry frown. Which is not good. This man only worries about two things: his family and loved ones, which we are all good, so the other only conclusion based on his actions is that something went terribly wrong and he doesn't want us to know.

I look around at my scattered brothers across the warehouse. They are looking at our father with worry themselves now.

Dominic stopped pacing and is staring at dad with an unreadable expression on his face. Cole's and Cale's chatter died down and from their sitting area on the platform at the end of the warehouse, I can see them looking from father to me and back again.

Ian is sitting on a chair with Amarok, his wolf, under the seat. He is the closet to me and when I look at him he is already staring at me. He motions with his head to father and I sigh. 

I wait until Dad puts the phone down. "Fath-" I go to say but I am interrupted by his phone ringing again.

He answers normally this time and motions to us to follow him to the back door. I guess our shipment is here. "I'm coming right now" he says as he hangs up the phone. Looks like my integration will have to wait.

Following him outside, me and my brothers withdraw our guns. Father looks back at us with a disproving look before saying, "put the damn guns away."

What the actual fuck is happening right now?

That's our normal routine when we receive shipments from unknown people and especially when it was said to be a trap. I look at my father dumbfounded.

Dominic look like he is having whiplash. The twins trip on each other and fall. Idiots. Even Ian the calm and collected has a surprised expression on his face. Sighing I motion for my brothers to put the guns down. Today looks like one of these days that I will be sighing non stop.

Out of the truck came two identical young men. More like boys. They look very young. My guess would be 20 and under. They have brown shaggy hair and icy blue eyes. Compared to their baby face, their bodies are very well built, if the bulging muscles on their arms are anything to go by.