Santiago Moretti- A shy and spoiled boy who wanted to get out of his shell by any means necessary.
Santino Martinelli - The man was the definition of the word 'dangerous' . His aura screamed for people to bow down at his feet if he was in their pre...
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We had multiple hostages sitting inside of the empty warehouse, these fuckers had-had the balls to shoot up my engagement party then think they were going to get away with it . I was out for blood i wanted the blood of my enemies on my hands , I wanted them to be bowed at my feet while i pulled every part of their bodies apart .
Santi was scared , i'll never forget the frightening expression he had on his face and for that they'll pay , they'll pay for making him frown and they'll pay for making him scared .
"Shut the fuck up" i harshly said as my fist came down on his cheek again , I was beyond pissed off .
My black and white suit had multiple specks of blood on them . I hated when my suits got dirty that meant that they automatically go to the trash , this was a 3 thousand dollar suit and even though it was cheap i was still annoyed about it .
"Yo Santi is calling again" Christian said as he handed me his phone "give me a minute" i replied as i waved him off . Turning around back to my target i aimed my gun at his head then shot him .
"Have somebody clean this shit up , i'll meet with y'all at mama house tomorrow"
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Santi eyes fluttered open as i carried him bridal style to our bedroom, he had been sleeping on the uncomfortable couch for god knows how long "you're okay" he said more so to himself .
I pressed a light kiss to his lips "i'm fine baby , i'm sorry about today" he shrugged his shoulders as i placed him into bed "that's what the mafia intels huh" my movements stopped at his words "what made you think that" i questioned him as i sat beside him . Santi was smart but i thought i was being discreet enough when i invited him to my desk job .
"You did. You're barking out orders all day , everyday and i see how everyone is with you it's like their walking on eggshells when you're around plus the guns and guards and not to mention the blood you always have on your clothes when you get home"
I was stunned at his observation "does that scare you" i asked him as i took ahold of his hand "no , i kind of figured it out when you said you do imports and exports , what's your status it has to be something high" he asked and i smiled "i'm the boss" i said as i placed my lips on his .
