Roman

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ROMAN

The bass of the music vibrates through the floor, but It's a lot quieter up here than it is in the club below. I'm sitting in my usual booth at Sinister, my favorite club out of all the bars my family and I own in the city. It's a good place to conduct business. There's little chance of being overheard and my father would never step foot in here. preferring to keep to old drinking holes he and his friends spent their younger days in, surrounded in a cloud of cigar smoke.

To my left sits Nico, my best friend since grade school and my soon to be right hand man when I take over the bratva. For now, hes my most trusted man and only person in the organization who I know without a doubt is loyal to me and me alone.

Across from us Sits two older men from the Italian family, The Italian Don, Ricardo and His right hand man, Georgio who we do business with. Don Ricardo is a good Don, but he likes to think with his dick. Hes always to worried about cheating on his wife then to be thinking strategy and ways to make his mafia stronger. We have an alliances with him, It may come with small benefits now but I see potiental in his son, Leo, When he takes over for his perverted father I feel like he will turn the Italian mafia around. As if proving my point the Don gets distracted by a long pair of legs walking by us, and his right hand man lets out a chuckle, taking a look for himself. 

I lean forward toward, Nico, "Is the meeting with the others set?"

Nico glances at the other men to see them drooling over the ladies at the table a short ways from us  before he dares to respond. Finally he says "Yeah, the O'riley brothers agreed to meet us at the docks tomorrow." 

I sip my whiskey and nod. "Good."

"Are you sure this is a good idea" He asks

I send him a dark look, Nico is immune to the power of my glares unlike everyone else and leans closer, keeping his eyes on the two older men. "Your father will be livid if he finds out." 

My father is the Pahkan of the Bratva, For now. and Nico Is right- He will be livid, down right furious if he finds out that I am making plays behind his back. Unfortunately, It is a necessary evil. If my father has his way, he will bring destruction to the family and end what generations of my family has worked for. He has always been a greedy man, but as of lately, his greed has begun to consume him. I intend to prevent that from destroying us all. 

"He will get over it and see it is the best move for us." I say. "He may act like one, but hes not a fool." 

I hope thats the truth, lately based on his actions, I'm not entirely convinced. We Volkov's, command the majority of the docks, a vital piece of real estate for any organization. The Irish, run by the O'Rileys, control a small but good chunk themselves. My father has been gearing up to wrest control of the docks from them entirely but cannot see why that is a bad idea. The O'rileys are strong, and I suspect that they have another power backing them as they have had a recent surge in resources, My father is blind to this. He refuses to think of the Irish as anything other than dirt on our shoe.

"What are you two whispering about?" Ricardo interjects.

I look over at the man, His dyed black hair is slicked back and fine lines furrow his face. Beneath his suit his arms and chest cover his faded tattoos, I grew up around these two men thats how long our alliance with them has been and I wish I could trust him like I believe I can one day trust his son.

"Nico was just reminding me of the time he and I snuck in here when we was younger." I reply.

Ricardo laughs, exposing his yellow teeth from decades worth of smoking. "I remember your father mentioning that. He was so mad when he got the call during one of our meetings."