Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 44 - Played by a Kid

Niko POV

It was strange watching a movie with a woman cuddle next to me, but it was also a nice feeling. In a few hours Viv was going to lose her shit and I was enjoying her body every second until then.

The second we walked into the kitchen I stoned my face and removed my emotions. She needed to understand I was taking the boy. Never did I think she would threaten me or disrespect me as she did and all in front of my men. I couldn't let this go now. She twisted my hands and she could fucking figure this shit out on her own. I had enough stress on my plate then to have to deal with this woman lashing out.

Micheal was sure to give her a tight hug and threw some comments about how I had no control over my house. He even threw it in my face how Vivian hated me.

Little did he know she always fucking hates me. We fight, then we fuck. At least this time I was expecting the fight. When I got home tonight, she was going to know how fucking sore I can make that ass. I don't mean with my hands either.

As we climbed in the car Michael's sad face turned into a smirk. He was always fucking up to something. Maybe Gio was right and I should kill him now. He was definitely coming back to kill me when he grew up.

"You know this is a trap." The boy sat next to me with his ankle on his knee and finger tapping on the window. He turned towards me and examined my face.

"How could you possibly know that? You've been doing nothing but pining over my woman the past week."

"Because I know my father. He has no honor and doesn't play by the rules. I would think you knew that after he erased your family."

I clenched my jaw, really trying with all my will not to kill him.

"Shut the fuck up or I'll return just your head."

He chuckled, he actually fucking laughed at me. This little fucker was not living another five minutes at this rate.

"Your weakness isn't Viv. It is your anger, your emotions, or lack thereof."

"Don't fucking call her that and my anger is what drives me to kill my enemies. It keeps my men in line. My father is dead and so is my uncle and cousin, yet here I am."

He gave me a small smile, checking me out like he wasn't impressed. Why they fuck am I trying to prove a point to this little fucker anyways?

"My father set a trap. Believe me or not, that is your choice. He will take me, then he will have men in hiding to put a bullet through your head. Once you are down, he is the new Capo. As much as I hate you, it pales in comparison to my father."

I clenched my jaw watching this boy. He did make a good point. Jonathan only needed me dead and he was in power. He also demanded I was there to meet him.

We were to discuss our demands. In the families a meeting, even among enemies, was a cease fire zone. Only someone that was not worthy of being a made-men would try to kill a leader at a meeting. Jonathan wasn't part of the families anymore and he never played by the rules.

I called my men in the car ahead. I had them speed in front to scout the place out discreetly while my car slowed down to take longer to arrive. Sure enough, there were several men with snipers placed around the building.

We pulled into the lot and I moved to get out of the car. My men already took out Grasso's men in hiding and I wanted his death on my hands now.

"Wait Niko!" The boy shouted. I spun around, ready to back hand that boy. Now he calls me Niko. Did he have a death wish?

"Wait! Let my father come out first. You already have his men as proof he broke the agreement. If you missed one man or one of his pull a gun out, it takes just one bullet to end you."

I sat back cracking my neck. Why the fuck was I taking advice from a twelve-year-old boy?

"How do you know all this?"

"After the first time I watched my father beat Amy I decided to learn everything I could about these families. My only way out for her is to become the head of the Grasso's. I planned to do it in a few years since most my father's men are waiting for Amy to become a woman. They often speak about how they will have their way with her body. No one will harm my sister. I don't care how small I am. I will protect her."

My eyes drifted out the window, watching my men and Grasso's approach each other.

I knew this level of devotion for a sibling Michael had. If I was older and Amber was younger, I might had been able to save her, or at least I would have died trying.

Marcusio and his men were wiped out. Eliminating an entire family from our legacy was unheard of, but if my uncle didn't do it, I would have. For my sister I would have watched every member of their family burn. My hand balled into a fist.

"My brother is here and not my father. He is truly a coward." The boy scuffed. "Stay in the car if you want to live, and don't worry about Viv. She'll hate you the rest of her life but I'll come get her in a few years."

"She doesn't hate me. She just pissed. Come near her and I will kill you."

"You really know nothing about women. Your time with her is over. She loves me and you took me away from her. Does it hurt to know she cares more for a little boy than the great Capo?" He laughed as he opened the door.

I wanted to pull him back in and beat the shit out of that boy, but no matter how foul his mouth was I couldn't harm a child. He will grow up one day and I'll get my time to show him who the Capo really is.

I watched him slowly walk through my men with his hands in his pocket. The scene was becoming hostile out there, but the boy walked like it was a summer day and he had nowhere important to be.

He whispered in his brother's ear then they left. I ordered my men to retreat. This was a waste of time but at least I can sway more families on my side after Jonathan broke our rules.

Paul and Randy, my second, jumped in the back with me. Paul sat across from me waiting for an explanation but he wouldn't dare ask. I speak when I'm ready to speak.

We drove away and my mind replayed the boys' words. "That little fucker knew this would..." I slammed my fist on the door. He knew Viv would be anger with me and that's why he had that cocky smirk on.

Did he really think he could take me down or that Viv would take a boy by her side? She was 21 and he was 12. He had way too much confidence. Although I'm 35 so they have less of an age gap. That little fucker was too smart. I definitely should have killed him.

"Boss? Everything ok?" Randy asked. I forgot they were here.

"Yeah. I just got played by a twelve-year-old." I cracked my neck. I needed to be focused. "Paul, do you have their location? I want Jonathan's head and I want it soon. I've waited long enough to get Tommy's killer."

"We do. In two days, he will be at a strip club downtown. Hopefully we can get in there and finish this. The son we have to wait a little longer. Dennis should have a plan for us next week when we return home though."

"Good! I don't want any failures this Friday. He spit in our family's honor today and it is my last straw. If I don't have his blood on my hands then I will have yours." I threatened Paul and he nodded back to me.

"Of course, sir. We will get him." He turned his head out the window and went quiet.

I wanted to ask about Viv but it wasn't the right time. She threatened me then yelled and fought against my order. I needed to get her under control and soon.