Forbidden

•|Duty|•

{Warning: Beyond this point is violence. Man being tortured. Death. If you do not like violence go to the next chapter.}

•|GIOVANNI'S POV| •

Tyres screech in the middle of Italy as our target tries to escape. We are chasing him relentlessly and my driver is right on his tail.

He won't get away because Seb is the best driver I know, and I mean literally. No one has ever gotten away.

Now we're close enough for me to push half my body through the window and shoot at his car.

The bullets hit his back tyre and he loses control of the whole car.

It flips over on it's side and crashes into a pole. The car I am in, stops in front of the man who is now trying to crawl away.

Stepping out of the car, I light a new cigarette as i walk towards him. "Ciao amico. Sono Giovanni e dobbiamo porlare ." (Hi man. I'm Giovanni and we need to talk.)

I then kick him under his chin knocking him out. The people who are present are now staring at us, with some confuse expressions.

I smile and tip the front of my hat, "Buona sera. Hey, pick him up and bring him back to the base, I'm going to go have a drink. Meet me at Roberts at 4."

Roberts isn't far from here so I decide to stretch my legs and walk. The people are still staring so I put my index finger over my lips telling them to shush.

I'm Giovanni Esposito, the heir for the Esposito family gang, 24 years old.

If you're wondering what's happening I'll cut to the chase. That man abducted my baby mother and her son wants to see her.

I will get her back once I torture the man I just kicked.

I stop in front of a bar that says Roberts. It's il mio bar preferito in the whole of Italy. This place gives me a peace of mind.

I open the door and walk in, going straight to the counter. "Ciao Robert, Buonasera. Come stai?" (Hello Robert good evening. How are you?)

"Oh Giovanni. Sto benissimo, sono impegnato a chiamare il barista." (Oh Giovanni. I'm doing great just busy call the bartender.)

I call at a bartender. "Ciao bella, vorrei un bicchiere di scotch per favore." (Hello beautiful, I'd like a glass of scotch please.)

She smiles and nods in understanding. She comes back with my drink. "Grazie millie." (Thank you very much.)

"Prego." (You're welcome.)

Though I'm a rich kid born into violence, I'm a very polite man. I respect those who should be respected and disrespect who should be disrespected.

Then again I am a business so I should be able to live a good life out of killing and be as respectful as I can.

I'm the chairman of Paradise Hotel and I'm building an orphanage. I guess being a spoiled rich kid pays off when you have the brains to build a building from scratch.

So it's not nepotism.

I take my phone out to look at my schedule for tomorrow. I have a charity ball to go to and I have a meeting with the board.