Melting me softly

Chapter 5

The meeting room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the faces of the men sitting around the table. The air was thick with the aroma of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey. The El jefe máximo,( The supreme boss) sitting at the head of the table, surveyed the room with his cold, calculating gaze."Gentlemen," he began, his voice dripping with authority, "I called you here because I have a very important matter to discuss."

The men around the table sat up straighter in their chairs, their expressions grave. They knew that when the supreme boss called a meeting, it was serious business."I have received information that the I Signori del crimine (The Lords of Crime)has been trying to encroach on our territory," the big boss continued. "We cannot allow this to continue. We must act quickly and decisively."

One of the men spoke up. "What do you propose we do, boss?" The supreme boss leaned back in his chair and took a long drag on his cigar before responding.

"I propose that we make an example of them. We send a message that nobody messes with our organization and gets away with it."The other men around the table nodded, their faces grim.

They had heard this tone from the big boss before, and they knew what it meant. Things were about to get ugly."I want all of you to get ready," the supreme boss said, his voice low and menacing.

"I want you to be prepared for anything. This won't be easy, but we can't let anyone walk all over us. Are you with me?"The men around the table nodded again, their determination evident in their eyes. They weren't afraid to get their hands dirty if that's what it took to protect the organization.

"We're with you,El jefe máximo," they said in unison.The big boss nodded, satisfied. He knew he could count on his men to do what needed to be done. "Good," he said. "We'll strike soon. Prepare yourselves. We can't afford to mess this up."

As the supreme boss finished speaking, one of the mafiaso, who had been quiet up until now, slammed his fist on the table. "I can't believe we're even considering this," he said, his voice rising.

"This isn't how we do things. We're supposed to be a family, not a bunch of cold- blooded killers."The other mobsters around the table looked at each other, unsure of where this was going.

The supreme boss raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what would unfold."We can't keep responding with violence every time we have a problem," the mobster continued, his voice growing increasingly heated.

"We'll just end up dragging ourselves into a never-ending cycle of bloodshed. We have to find a better way."Some of the other mobsters nodded in agreement, while others looked uncomfortable.

They knew that speaking up in front of the supreme boss was risky business, but they couldn't help but feel like the mobster was making a valid point.

The room fell silent as a member of the organization burst through the doors, panting heavily. "Boss, quick, you need to hear this," he said.

The supreme mafia boss, seated at the head of the table, raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked, his voice stern.

"We've been ambushed," the messenger replied, his voice shaking. "The other organization hit us hard. We lost a lot of men."

The other members of the organization began murmuring amongst themselves, their faces showing a mix of surprise and anger. The boss slammed his fist on the table, signaling for quiet.

“ is this true?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
The messenger nodded, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, boss. We were blindsided. They attacked us out of nowhere."

The supreme boss leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. This was a serious situation. He turned to the other members of the organization.

"What do we do next?" he asked, his voice calm and measured.
The room was silent as the other members considered their options. They knew that a response was needed, but they also knew that they had to proceed carefully.

"We need to strike back," one of the members said, his voice firm. "We can't let them get away with this."
The supreme boss nodded in agreement. "I agree. We need to send a message. But we need to be smart about it. We can't go in half-cocked."

The other members nodded, some looking more confident than others. They knew that they were in for a fight, but they also knew that they had the skills and resources to take on their enemies.

"We'll plan our attack carefully," the supreme boss said. "We'll hit them hard, and we'll make sure they realize that we're not to be messed with."
The other members nodded again, their faces determined. They were ready for what was coming.

The room was filled with a tense energy as the mafia boss and his organization began to strategize their response to the ambush. They knew that they had to be smart and careful, but they also knew that they couldn't let this attack go unanswered.

"Threats," he spat, his voice laced with disdain. "They're a coward, hiding behind threats instead of confronting this situation with honor."