Didnt take long for me to put a bullet through his fucking skull. I have been more than generous with him and gave him plenty of chances for him to tell me the truth but his stubborn self got himself dead.
It was currently 7:58 PM, about to be 8, I had a meeting at 9 PM at one of the clubs that I own. Let's just hope I won't have to put a bullet through someone's forehead.
A vibration in my pocket made me zone back in real life.
I picked up the call and one of my men's voice rang through my ears.
-"Capo, i francesi hanno rubato la nostra spedizione. Sono riusciti a entrare nel magazzino. Stiamo controllando le telecamere mentre parliamo, ma è pulito. Sappiamo che sono i francesi perché, in una telecamera sulla porta sul retro, mostra un uomo inosservato con il loro tatuaggio della mafia francese."
(Boss, the French stole our shipment. They managed to get into the warehouse. We are checking cameras as we speak, but it's clean. We know it's the French because, in one camera on the backdoor, it shows a man undetected with a tattoo of the French Mafia.)
Anger and frustration went through my veins. Their dead, they did wrong messing with me, how could they dare to? My father has been so close, too close, in ruining them in the past. And now that he's dead, I'm not scared to live up to that. They're as good as dead.
"- Non importa se non riesci a trovare un cazzo. Ti ho assunto per fare merda, non solo per controllare le telecamere una volta e dirmi che non c'è niente. Se hanno cancellato le telecamere, significa che sono entrati, cazzo. Hai 12 ore per darmi maggiori informazioni su questo o posso ucciderti nei tuoi fottuti occhi. Prendi più uomini se ne hai bisogno, non mi interessa, fallo e basta, cazzo."
(Doesnt matter if you can't find shit. I hired you to do shit, not just check the cameras one time and tell me there's nothing. If they wiped the cameras, that means they fucking got in. You have 12 hours to give me more information about this or I can kill you in your fucking eyes. Get more men if you need it, I don't care, just fucking do it.)
I reply, fucking idiots, what do I pay them for?! I say that and hang up the phone.
I checked the time and saw 8:27 PM, okay I still have time to get ready. I quickly get my clothes out and go into the shower, putting the shower in hot water. No need to take a cold shower now. We all know If I do, I won't be getting there very late.
I get out of the shower and put my towel around my waist and dry myself off including my hair, and get into my clothes. A suit will be fine. I button up the shirt but leave the top few undone. I zip up my pants and my dress shoes, and quickly in one swift move I grab my coat and I'm ready to go.
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I get the keys off the counter, run out to the garage, and get in my car. Going to the club.
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I look at the car screen, checking the time once more. 9:04, oh well, better late than never. I press on the gas and now I'm speeding there. I should be there in 5 minutes.
Rosettas POV:
I'm dizzy, and time is going by like a single breeze.
And no I'm not drunk, I'm starting to though, and my head kinda hurts.
Okay, I'm done, I have to get out of here asap. Before I really get down bad, I turn to my three besties who came with me to celebrate my birthday. In all honesty, I really do enjoy them, they're all I have and I'm glad, they're amazing, even if they think I'm anti-social, which I'm not, I just like my comfort zone, nothing wrong with that. But anyway, if it wasn't for them, I would be God knows where.
Probably insane.
Shot after shot I see them, I really need to get them home as well. Or maybe not? I mean they seem to be having fun and enjoying themselves. Maybe I'm the one that needs to go home, plus I really wanna finish The Great Gatsby. I look around to see where the exit door is.
-Fucking hell. I mutter to myself, fucking hell indeed, the door was all the way on the other side of the club, and that wouldn't exactly be an issue but the number of people that are here, drunk and plainly having sex. Shoving it is.
I'm pushing and shoving my way out, until I land face forward into something, for looking at the sides. What the fuck? I looked in front of me and I landed on a guy's chest.
Can this night get ANY worse?
I look at the man and see a well-dressed guy in a full black suit, matching with black dress shoes and a black suit. Obsessed with black much sir? I lift my head up to meet his face.
(AN- Sorry guys but I honestly suck at describing how people look like. There's a picture of him and the rest of the characters in the first chapter, get it from there. Sorry! I will work on that)
Realizing I was staring, I felt a wave of embarrassment
-"Oh my God, I am so sorry, I did not mean to." I say, and quickly walk past him, not letting him answer, and exit out of the club.
I look at the side of the road and see a cab and get in. Looking out the window, the club looks more distant as we go.
I press the power on my phone and the screen lights up, and I see my wallpaper. A photo of me with my parents. Yes, they still live, but their strict, you see my parents have money, which means I am also rich, but I'm not a fan of money, money does to some extent give you power, but not over people, but people are so blinded for the money, they'll do anything for it.
And I'm not even supposed to be here in the first place. One little detail I forgot to mention, how my parents are so rich, well their in the Spanish Mafia, actually no, they ARE the Spanish Mafia. This leads me in great danger just because I'm the youngest, and my brothers, Valentino and Nathaniel, are gonna kill me when they figure out I snook out, which means I have to get there as soon as possible or I am a dead girl. Wait not girl anymore, dead woman, yeah that sounds better.
And if luck had it, Valentino was calling me.
-FUCK FUCK FUCK I mutter to myself. Shiiiit, why the hell is he calling me?! Valentinos the eldest, he's 25 while Nathan is 24. Should I pick it up? If I answer he's gonna lecture me all over again and do God knows what, but If I don't, he's going to do the same thing when I get home.
Oh, fuck it.
I answer the phone and put it on my ear.
"-Where the fuck are you Rosetta?"
Not the full name. I'm a dead woman. Can someone just kill me right now? Anyone?
-"Uhh, home?" I lie, even a deaf person could realize that was a lie. I honestly suck at lying, even through the phone which is honestly a problem, for me.
"Rosetta fucking stop lying. I'm not going to repeat myself. Where. The. Fuck. Are. You?" He replies, oh God. I can't just tell him I'm at a club, it's probably midnight now.
"Look Val I'm fine alright? I'm heading home right now, and that's all your getting okay? I'm heading home in one piece, fucking chill." I say it's true no? I'm fine
"Adonde puto estas Rosetta?"
Oh crap, that's not Val anymore. Thats Nathan. Mannn why can't I have ONE escapade without getting bloody caught?
-Uhm, somewhere.. Look I'm heading home now, don't worry I'm in one piece. Bye." I finish off and hang up the phone before they can get another word out. I lean back in the car seat and take a deep breath, in and out.
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Hello lovelies! Chapter two is now made, I made a super long chapter, not sure if that is good or bad. Hope you all love it, take care and see you all in the next chapter! I hope I fixed all the grammar mistakes, I'm sorry if there are any, I cleared as much as I could. <33
