𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚

EP19

Later that day...
Alec's POV
I stood at the entrance of the lavish private club I had chosen for this meeting, my heart pounding in my chest. The opulence of the room—dark wood panels, expensive leather chairs, and soft amber lighting—did little to ease the tension that I was feeling swirling inside of me. Across from me was Rocco, he stared me down his eyes burning with rage and cold calculation. My father sat near him, his face stone mask of control. Though I knew the fury bubbling just beneath the surface.

I had set up this meeting, hoping to broker some semblance of peace before things spiraled out of control. But as Rocco sat there, legs crossed with casual arrogance, I knew the odds were slim. My father broke the silence, his voice low and dangerous. "Rocco this ends now. We've let things go on long enough. Stay away from my family or there will be no coming back from this..". Rocco chuckled, a deep, sinister sound that echoed in the quiet room. "Your family? You're still talking about family, Tommy? After everything we've been through, you think that's going to save you?".

I leaned forward, speaking calmly but laced with an unmistakable warning. "This doesn't need to get worse, Rocco. You can walk away now. You want to take my father down, fine. But leave my family out of it! Don't make this personal...". Rocco's expression darkened, his grin vanishing as he fixed his gaze on me. "Don't make this personal? Boy, you don't know a DAMN thing about personal the moment he tried to kill me and left me for dead. And now, you think you can just sit here and make demands n shit?!" He stood up, his temper boiling over.

"I don't fucking care about you, Alec. I don't give a damn about that sissy boy of son I have Leo, and I sure as hell don't care about that woman who calls herself my wife. This is bigger than all of you. This is about power. This is about me taking back what's mine—taking this city and putting your old man in the ground where he belongs...". My father stood up as well, his face taut with fury. "You think you can take me down, Rocco? You couldn't do it back then, and you won't do it now. This city is mine, and if you try to touch my family, I'll make sure you regret it...".

Rocco sneered, stepping closer to my father until they were face-to-face. "You're living in a dream, Tommy. You're holding on to a world that's slipping away. You can't stop me. I've got nothing left to lose, and that makes me dangerous. You? You're clinging to that little family of yours, hoping it'll protect you...". I stepped in between them, forcing Rocco to step back. "This is your last warning, Rocco. You lay a hand on any of us, and you'll be the one buried. My father may have let you live once, but I won't make the same mistake.". Rocco glared me down with a cold, menacing smile.

"You think you're like him, don't you? You think you're tough because you've got your father's blood in you. But here's the truth, Alec—you'll never be Tommy. And when I take him down, I'll make sure you watch." . I clenched my fist ready to rock him in His jaw, but I felt my father's hand on my shoulder, holding me back. His voice was cold and resolute. "We're done here. This city doesn't belong to you, Rocco, and it never will. Try anything, and we'll end this—permanently."

Rocco shrugged, an unsettling grin still plastered on his face. As we were about to head out he stopped us. He sat down and leaned back in the chair, while eating out of the fruit bowl that was here, a sly grin creeped across his face. He looked my way. His Voice oozed with mockery. "Oh before you go...Heard you've got a little girlfriend now, Alec. Nevaeh, right? She's quite the fucking beauty. Shame she's wasting her time with someone like you. She could do a lot better, don't you think? Maybe I'll show her what it's like to be with a real man." My eyes flared with fury, I  tightened my fits as I took a step forward. "Don't speak on her fucking name, Rocco.".

He leaned forward, his stupid grin widened even more. "What? Just saying, if you can't protect her, maybe I will. Could make her a little...offer. See if she likes playing with fire." I snapped and lunged at Rocco. I was angry, I wanted to end him right here right now. But before i could reach him, my father grabbed me, holding me back with both hands. "Alec! Stop he's not worth it...". I watched as Rocco stood up and head towards the door with his guards. "Thats right, Alec. Let daddy hold you back. You're not ready for what's coming. And don't worry, I'll make sure Nevaeh gets Allll the attention she deserves—one way or another...". As Rocco sauntered out, I struggled against my father's grip. I wanted to rip his head off right here right now. "I swear, if he TOUCHES HER HES DEAD!".

My father held me down. "I know. We'll deal with him. But not like this..." he said firmly but calm. Rocco's taunting laughter echoed down the hall as he disappeared, leaving me shaken with anger by his threat towards Nevaeh. My eyes burned with the promise of vengeance. I stood up from my father grip and dusted myself off. "He's not backing down dad...this is going to get real fucking ugly.." I gritted my teeth, slamming my hand down on the desk. "Let him come, Alec. He wants war, he'll get one. But when it's over, Rocco won't be walking away this time...".

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