My Fathers Killer

LUCIAN - Chapter 9

June 30th

The last four days have been a shit show; tiresome hell came from around the corner when the leader of the Romanian mafia declared war against the French.

This wouldn't be a big deal, mafias go to war like middle-aged white women go to Costco; only this time it affects me.

I get half of my drug stock from the Romanian and the French; meaning, half will be cut off for god knows how long, so I have to find new suppliers before they all get taken by the other leaders.

The obvious second choice is to expand my personal labs and make my own product, but overall it's cheaper to get them from other mafias; making allies at the same time.

Finding new product will be the most difficult part, but the most time-consuming will be hiring and training new soldiers in case the war turns worldwide and my mafia gets involved. I pray that isn't the case, nothing good comes from getting involved in wars; unfortunately, it isn't always my choice.

I haven't slept over 20 minutes in days, partly on purpose; partly because the stress makes me an insomniac. The sleep deprivation is getting to me.

I'm sat in my office of my city building, my eyes stinging as I read over documents through the glasses perched on the bump of my nose. Maxim and Anton are sat in front of my desk doing exactly the same.

"Персидский лидер уже хотел присоединиться к бизнесу, вы уже союзники, и он производит почти все, что делали французы" Maxim grins out
(Translation: The Persian leader has wanted to join businesses before, you're already allies and he produces almost everything that the French did)

"Это хорошо, это хорошо. Антон, добьется встречи с ним" I nod
(Translation: That's good, That's good. Anton, get a meeting with him.)

"да Дон" Anton complies
(Translation: yes don)

My phone rings from beside me; the caller ID showing Anatoly Popova- my 2nd in command who runs things back in Russia. His father was the 2nd in command of mine so we grew up alongside each other; my dad never wanted me getting too friendly with him, saying 'He'll be your right hand when you rule, make him respect you'. Luckily for me, Anatoly is an emotionless working machine, he's good at his job and overall barely different from me.

"Anatoly" I answer

"Don, things aren't good" he replies through the speaker, never beating around the bush

"Fuck, what now?" I groan

"A warehouse got bombed, it was a rising gang 'The golden snakes' shit name, even shitter soldiers. Captured every single fucking one of them on site."

"So what's the issue?"

"The issue is that a gang bombed the mafia in the first place, since you're not living over here people think we're weaker. We need more allies for specifically this part of the kingdom."

"I'll see what I can do, the war is going to make shit more difficult for a while, don't expect anything. For now, I want you to get as many soldiers as possible, train them and let me know your numbers, I need manpower over here and you need more guards. Get it sorted."

"Yes don"

I hang up, dropping my phone on the wood.

"Who has men in Russia?" I ask the two men sat in front of my desk

"The Chinese have, they made a deal with your father before he retired. So do the American." Anton reminds me

I nod "Set up meetings with both."

"Yes don."

"Max, have you heard anything from the other Don's?"

"No, all I know is that the Swedish have started making their own product since they heard of the war but they won't have enough shit to sell, it's not solid enough for us to go after; not even if we invested.
We've been looking through these for days Luce, I don't know if we're going to find someone who produces the missing stock" Maxim spits angrily as he throws files on the desktop

"It's not up for question Max" I grit

"Why don't we ask that poor girl you're stalking?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, sighing as I set my glasses off my face and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Well, she's been involved with pretty much every mafia and large gang known, she might have info on who's producing." Max shrugs

"She won't give anything up, Maxim."

"How can you be so sure of that?"

"Because I know her, she's stubborn as fuck" I run a hand through my hair.

"You've barely known her a month Lucian. There's no harm in asking"

"Yeah, and what if she thinks I'm using her, hm? what then?"

"She'll get over it." he scoffs

"Max" I warn, no emotion evident in my voice. I sigh and turn to my assistant "Anton go make the appointments, I'll call you when I need"

"Yes Don" he nods and leaves

"Look I get that you like her-"

"I'm done talking." I cut Maxim off

"Are you fucking serious?!" he laughs humourlessly "This is what could save us from months of debt and broken allies but you won't ask in case she 'gets the wrong idea'!"

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get the fuck out of my office and come back when you decide to stop being such a fucking cunt."

He stands pushing his chair back, his eyes hard on my face "You seriously choosing her over me?!"

I follow his stance, my body towering his in size, I grab his jaw in my hand, yanking his face closer to mine; I seethe lowly "If you don't leave right fucking now, I will drop your body in a barrel of molten metal, then, I'll sell you back to your fucking parents. Quick, no mess. You think I'll spare you? I'm still your Don, Maxim."

He pushes me off him and storms away, rubbing at the red mark left on his face.

"she'll never love a man like you."

The door slams shut.

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