In the busy streets of New York City, Alessia "Alex" Savelli stands at the top of the Savelli Mafia Hierarchy, a "business" driven by her ambition and an unyielding desire to control any and everything- or everyone. Ruthless and determined, Alex wil...
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"Ms. Savelli, your 3 o'clock meeting is here," a voice called, shattering my thoughts.
I set my glass down on my desk and motioned for my assistant, Daniella, to let them in. A sigh escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through my curly hair. I knew this meeting was crucial if I wanted to secure the new territory my baby brother had his sights set on.
"Ms. Savelli," a man's voice greeted me as I turned in my chair, offering a small nod of acknowledgment.
The man stood before me, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed. His casual appearance made my blood boil; it was as if he thought I was some fool who could be easily played.
"Stupido cazzo," I muttered under my breath, irritation bubbling to the surface at these pathetic men who still tried to pull one over on me after all these years. I pulled my gun from my waistband and casually placed it on my lap, the barrel pointing toward the boy in front of me. His eyes widened in fear—good. That made me smile.
"What's your name?" I asked, watching as he visibly trembled, pissing me off more.
"J-Johnny," he stuttered, prompting an obnoxious laugh to escape my lips. The audacity of these idiots, sending a fucking child to negotiate with me. But that's fine; I'd remind them exactly who they were dealing with.
"Does your boss think I'm a fucking idiot?" I rose from my chair, pressing the gun into his stomach. I felt his heart race, his face paling, and I couldn't help but smile.
"N-No, ma'am. I'm just following orders," he stammered, each word dripping with desperation, earning an eye roll from me. The more he revealed his weakness, the angrier I became.
"Well, here's the deal, testa di cazzo. Tell your boss the offer has expired. The next time I see him, he better fucking pray he sees me first." I withdrew my gun from his stomach and motioned for him to leave.
He ran from the room, nearly tripping over his own feet, making me shake my head in disbelief.
"Pietoso," I murmured, picking up my drink and taking a long sip.
"Ms. Savelli," Daniella's voice chimed, breaking through my frustration as I tossed the glass aside, leaving glass all over the floor my irritation boiling over.
"What?" I snapped, my tone low and dry.
"Mr. Antonio wanted to confirm your meeting tonight at the fashion show." I rolled my eyes before I nodded, signaling her to let my brother know I'd be there.
He was going to complain the whole time about how he wanted that territory for himself, but tough luck. I refused to do business with misogynists who thought I couldn't handle my own affairs just because I didn't have a real dick.
Let them all choke on all the dicks I do have, disrespectfully.
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