His Amore

Part 7

After I left my house I went straight to my warehouse. It takes a good half hour for me to get to the warehouse which is in the middle of nowhere, so I have time for myself. I decide to turn on the radio and listen to the news.

Micheal Sorrentino, a famous business man was killed only three days ago. His wife spoke on the matter yesterday. She spoke of his courage  and kindness, and that he was a great father to their kids. Everybody loved hi--.

I switched off the radio and chuckled to myself, I can never get away from my own handy work.

I drive the rest in silence, my mind going as fast as my car.  Naina, such trouble a pain in my fucking house. Can't keep her mouth shut for a minute. Everything that comes out of her mouth is a fucking insult.

I parked in the garage and walked inside the large building. The sounds of my men fighting echoed off the bare walls. I go into my office, and change into a pair of sweatpants. I left my gym shirt at home, so I leave my chest bare.

I walk back to the gym and wrap my knuckles, men have already lined up to fight me. Years ago I made a bet, if any man can beat me in a fight, I will give them 10 million dollars on the spot. They give me a good warm up.

The first man to challenge me was a younger guy maybe 25, good physique, shorter than me by a few inches though. It was a quick fight, he tapped out in two maybe three minutes.

Once I was on my third challenger, barely breaking a sweat, Dante walks in and I swiftly knockout the man in front of me, and turn to face him. He was wearing a suit not his gym clothes, that tells me he's here for business. I step out of the ring, making my way towards him.

"Liam Perry, has still not paid us back. I think it's time to pay him a visit," Dante says cracking his knuckles and neck, trying to look like a fucking super villain.

I nod my head, and walk out of the room to put on more formal attire. Back in my office I walk into my office where I keep some extra clothes. I pick out a dress shirt, black pants, and black dress shoes. I gel my hair back letting a strand fall in front of my eyes. I cuff my sleeves by my elbow and undo the first button on the shirt.  I quickly grab two guns and tuck it into my holsters.

I walk out of the office and walk outside to meet Dante, who is on his phone by the door, smoking. Fucking addict. I mean phone addict, I am just as bad as him when it comes to smoking.

I get my car out of the garage and follow Dante to an apartment in Queens. We slowly walk into the building, with some men following us, for protection. I continue to follow Dante up a few flights of steps. We stop in front of an apartment with a nasty smell coming from it. 

I kick the door down before knocking and see Lucas doing lines of coke with three other people.  Their heads spring up to face us.

"Hey, wanna join the party," a woman says, wiping her nose on the back of her hand.