Red

CHAPTER 25.

N.B: Short chapter

Small waves ripples from the pool, it stimulates a light through the shutter above the ceiling of the basement I was looking through as the sharks swam without a care in this dangerous cruelty of a world their owner put them in.

I was currently on my stomach, listening devices suited into my ears as Lorenzo and his men shuffled down into the basement.

Based on his ruffled messy wet hair and the three buttons that were pop open on his black long-sleeved shirt, which showed a little bit of his sun-kissed large chest, I picked up that the man had just came out of the meeting with his directors at his company.

He had a serious expression on his face as he sat on the edge of his office desk, legs crossed at the ankle as well as his arms across his chest.

The sleeves around his filled out biceps fitted a bit more and without having to say the words, his men quite down as they realize that their boss was not in the mood.

Lorenzo lift a hand and run his fingers through his wet strands, he gripped it and then stood to his tall frame which towered over most of his men except for Fire.

"Our chief back in New York, had a run in with Pesci's men couple months ago at one of our club's and as a result the boss is still missing. We could have been on this shit long before now but that blonde fucker failed to relay this information to me until tonight."

He clenched his jaw as he stared at each of his men who took in his information.

"Therefore men, instead of going to New York next week, we are going to go there this weekend. At this point, Pesci thinks he has the upper hand but..."

Lorenzo shook his head and strolled back to his desk as he sat, he flick out a blunt, pop it in his mouth and used a hand to cover the lighter as flames gripped the bud.

He took a deep inhale which slacken his large shoulders and then through pursed lips he finish off his sentence. "We have more resources that we can rely on than those fucking small gangs he have scattered around in the city."

Smoke dispense through the room and his men couldn't do shit as it wrapped around them. Fire scoffed and with his back rested on the walls, he gritted out.

"I'm still fucking upset about RG's death though, he didn't deserve that shit and as much as we want to push it under the carpet we still can't deny how fucked up we feel about not being there to prevent his murder a year ago and to give him a proper funeral."

The rest of men nodded in agreement and through the shutter I notice how Rafael congeal in awareness and then slid his eyes up to me. His jaw rocking as the men continued to talk about the man.

Who is RG?

I thought as an anger I've never seen before shadowed over the red-headed, second in command who was always jolly. It didn't take much for me to know how much this man means to each of them.

And as I got lost in thought, I found myself searching out the Don's face for his reaction then in under five seconds, a smirk tilted up the side of his lips as he puffed out smoke, the scar on his face darkening as he clenched his jaw.

In impulsiveness, I felt the minutes slowed down as I watched his lips moved in a moderate fashion as he said.

"Gotcha bella."

Then he turn his head and stared up at me, a taunting smirk on his lips as he connected his dark eyes with mine.

Before I could react, I felt a hand grip my neck and then a cloth wrapped around my ski mask as the chemical filled with the sedate slip up in my nose that force my eyes to closed and shut down my system immediately.

I couldn't fight against it as darkness drew me into unconsciousness.