The Mobster's Princess

Chapter 5 - Luka

Luka:

"Round up the boys. Vincenz and his pack of fools have rocked up" I mutter to Alessio, my second in charge, while loading up my gun with a few more bullets. 

I put it in my back right pocket, making sure it's accessible if Vincenz decides to pull something stupid with me tonight.

"Yes, boss" he replies, turning to the rest of the mob and telling them to gather around in Italian. I walk into the elevator with the boys trailing behind me.

"Alessio, take Leo and Pauly upstairs. You cover up there. I have downstairs dance-floor and bar" I order them. Nodding to me, they exit the elevator.

I walked around slowly, while gazing at the faces around me - dancing, drinking and enjoying their night in my club. I can't remember the feeling of living a life with no sense of surroundings. To not even think twice about the environment you are in, or the type of people around.

 My father taught me everything about awareness, strength, power and control.

I walked around, hand holding my gun in my back pocket, scanning the room for Vincenz - leader of the Lo Sorrentino mob. He always had it out for the Lo Sardegna mob, ever since my grandfather killed his grandfather for mass murdering our ancestors, who refused to join his mob. 

And I would rather be guilty of mass murder to this man and his pack of hooligans, than put dirt on my families name and stand down from this war.

I look over to my right, still in search of Vincenz, when I see a smaller girl, probably half of my height struggle to get out of a someone's arms, one hand grasped around her throat and one wrapped around her waist. She looked so young, frightened but masked it with putting on a brave face. She was beautiful.

"Get the fuck off me" she screams, while he doesn't even lift a finger off of her.

"Shut up, you fucking whore - you're coming with me, and I'm going to make you my bitch if you don't shut up and listen to me" he replies.

 I walk over, ready to slit this guys throat. I rip his hands off of the girl trapped in his grip. I turn him around.

"Even better" I say, realising its the fool himself.

"Luka" he says, with the snarkiest smirk wiped across his face.

"You're extremely brave for turning up here. You know, since this is my stomping grounds" I reply. My boys huddle around, taking him by the neck and dragging him down to the basement.

 I nod to them and tell them in Italian to keep him locked up in the cell downstairs. 

The girl disappeared - probably ran off scared that she would get trapped in what could have been a fight. 

I don't like to make a public scene, I like to take things into my own hands without others trying to help. Thats not the type of man I was raised to be - and never will be.

Leila:

Tears in my eyes form, creating a glassy lens. My throat was closed, still feeling the man's grip around, like its a second necklace that is too tight to get off.

"Gi!" I yell out, after drifting from her in the crowd of people. I cant see her anywhere. I run to the bathroom, gasping for air. The grip he had was so tight, that my throat was already turning red. I asked myself why this always happens to me, crying into my hands. 

I am not one to cry, but I just cant hold back the lump at the back of my throat that never goes away. Im done.