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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The night air was thick with tension as I sat in the back of the dimly lit office, my fingers drumming on the table as I waited for my contact to arrive. The atmosphere was charged, the kind of energy that always accompanied the dealings of the underground. I had spent the day handling business. But the memory of Sianni and her perfect yet insufferable mouth, still lingered in my mind, a reminder of another challenge.
My office was in a way, my safe space, where whispers carried more weight than shouts, and secrets could mean the difference between life and death.
I was here waiting to settle a dispute over territory—some disrespectful by a few dickhead, wannabe rivals that needed to be addressed before it turned into a full blown war. Not that I minded but I was kind of occupied with Sianni.
As the door swung open, a figure stepped inside. Marco, one of my most trusted lieutenants made his way to my table, his expression serious. "Alex, we've got a situation."
"Sit down," I said, motioning for him to take a seat. "What's going on?"
"We received intel that the Gallo crew is planning to move in on our territory. They're trying to push us out of the East Side," he explained, his tone steady.
I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing through the possibilities, rolling my eyes as a result. The East Side was crucial for business, losing it would be disrupt significant cash flow. And I don't play about my money. "How many are we dealing with?"
"Word is they've got at least ten men circling the block each hour," Marco replied, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "But we can't afford to underestimate them. They're still pissed with you about all the bodies from the fashion show."
"Good," I said, my voice low and cold. "I couldn't let that slide. So, now we need to send a message. That was just a taste. I don't mind if they come back for more..pussies"
Marco nodded, his eyes sharp. "What do you have in mind?"
I paused, thinking through the options, weighing the risks and rewards. "We set a trap. Lure them into a closed space where we can control the situation, let them know that they're not running shit especially at the expense of my money."
He raised an eyebrow. "That could get messy, Alex. If it goes wrong..."
"It won't go wrong," I interrupted, my tone firm. "We can't afford to show weakness. If they think we're scared, they'll exploit it."
"Alright," Marco said, running a hand through his hair, sighing slightly. "I'll get the team and map out the logistics then run it by you."
"Make sure we have the upper hand. I want their new leader, Javier, to understand the consequences of fucking with me," I said, my voice dripping with menace. "This isn't just about territory, it's about respect. Something I clearly don't fuck around about."
