Ch. 19

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1 year later:

It's been a year since I've seen or heard anything about her.

She left Italy the day after we had the argument. The guards told me that she showed up a couple days later to get some things. The only things she took with her was the shoes, clothes, and wig she had on when I abducted her. She also left her phone on the bed and my gold card.

We've since found a new seductress and she's decent at the job. We are back on go do to this newer mafia clan that randomly came about. Tonight is the night that I meet with their leader.

We don't official have any issues with them yet but it's coming. I can feel it.

"Boss you ready?" Enzo asks me walking into my office with a plain look on his face and a suit on.

Ever since the incident with Envy he's been pissed at me. We don't talk much unless it's about the business.

"Yeah." I say not showing any emotions behind my words.

I straighten out my suit and walk out of my office with Enzo behind me.

We get into the limo and it's silent the whole time.

It takes us 30 minutes to get to the club that the other mafia leader owns.

"Am I going in with you?" Enzo asks me before I get out of the limo.

"Yeah, I heard he's having his right man by his side too." I say nonchalantly and step out of the car.

He gets out too and we walk into the club that is filled to capacity.

Our instructions were to give the security guard a code and someone else will lead us to wear his office is.

We get to the front of the line at the club and give the guard the code.

Then some women who looks like a prostitute comes up to us and leads us into the club and through it until we get to the back where there is a door.

"Down the hall to the right, big red door." She says and she seems high off of something because she's twitching and talking very weird.

I nod at her and she dashes away.

"Do you know what this guy looks like?" Enzo asks me as we're walking down the hall.

"No." I say with a shrug.

When we finally get to the door. There are two security guards outside the door.

They immediately check us for weapons.

"Go in." One of them says with a gruff tone after they seen that we didn't have weapons.

We definitely do.

I open the door and the office is pretty big. Sitting in one of the chairs is this black guy and in the other chair at the end of the table is this other guy. He looks to be about my age. He's sitting with a smile on his face.

"Ahh welcome in." He says and he has a thick German accent.

"Take a seat." The black guy says and points to the chairs.

"Drinks?" The German guy asks and stands up from his seat and goes to the bar that's behind him.

"No thanks." I say in a serious tone.

He doesn't say anything. He pours himself a glass of scotch. Takes it to the head and then sits back down.

He's strange. For some reason I already dislike him.

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