The Mafia Princess

2

The day went on for Matteo. "Change the meeting to two o'clock." He hissed at the phone. The man on the other line was begging for mercy.

"But Mario said that-" "Silence." He growled lowly. "I don't care what Mario said, change the damn meeting to two o'clock." His voice sent a shockwave through the dark and twisted alley he was in.

"Yes sir." The man cowardly hung up the phone. 

Matteo sighed while looking down at the diamond watch on his wrist. It read 12:34 pm, just in time for his client.

He heard someone clicking their tongue. 

"Matteo Romano..." His low voice sounded like thunder, but Matteo's voice was like lightning. frightening and dangerous. "Marco Angelo." His voice crackled. 

Marco was a bigger man, both in weight and in height. He weighs about 378 with a height of 5'2.

"Considering what happened last time, I didn't expect you to show." Marco bellowed. Matteo grew defensive. "You know I just got over her you damn fool," Matteo shouted.

Marco Angelo is a well-known businessman in the city of Cava Sabina. He isn't disciplined. He never knows when to stop. Matteo has been doing business with him for ages, ever since he inherited his family's business and organization.

"I'm considering to call it quits right now." Matteo hissed. "Non oseresti" The man scowled. "But I would." Matteo drew back and walked around collecting his thoughts. 

"You'll regret it if you do." Marco snickered while pulling out a carton of cigarettes and lighting one. He offered one to Matteo. He accepted. "I may." He looked at him. 

Matteo funds Marco's business while Marco gives Matteo illegal firearms and narcotics to keep and distribute. 

"But I could find them anywhere." Matteo lit his cigarette. "Not any like mine." He slyly grinned.