His to conceal #1

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— Domenico —

Damn it. That bastard thought he was sly.

He thought he could throw a party in my town and get away with it.

Fuck no.

Nothing goes undetected by me.

Not in my domaine especially not when the bastard has been off the face of the earth for 3 whole years without even a trace left behind.

No way will I let him come now prowling back into my territory and let him live.

Over my dead body.

I mean after what that fucker did? Not a chance in hell.

"Give me the location" I ask, well more like demand from my most trusted hitman but instead of my calm, aloof manner I come off way stronger and hostile than I intended. That fucker is messing with my head and is making me loose it infront of my men.

Alex, my hitman, simply nods his head as he turns and walks out of the office without so much as another sound he leaves, as if sensing my anger. Thats why I keep him around, he's not constantly trying to pry into my life, like all the other nosy bitches.

Once he leaves I start to clean my guns, slowly and with precision to get off all the none existent dirt as a distraction as if I have nothing better to do.

Cassio Gonzalez,

you have no idea how badly you fucked up entering my domain. Especially entering it as if you owns the place.

Anger rages hot in my veins making my blood boil, not on my fucking watch. He's now a dead man walking, he knows it, and so do I.

Alex comes back and I place my gun, that I was in the middle of polishing, down. He places his phone on my desk with an address on it. An address of where the party is.

That's another thing I like about Alex, he gets his work done fast and efficiently. Never made one fucking mistake since the first day of employment. That really shows how good of a work ethic he has, considering he's been working with me for 6 years now, that really says something.

I never praise anyone, but he deserves every bit of it. Although I'd never admit it out loud, he knows how highly I think of him.

I nod to gesture to him that he can leave once I take down the address into my own phone and put it into google maps.

This old bastard is about to get what's coming for him, and I can guarantee he most certainly, won't like it.

I make my way down to the garage in lowest level of my mansion, it's filled with my cars.
All my cars are flashy and expensive sports cars, but I only ever really use one of them.

My blue Bugatti Chiron. It's my most prized possession and I'd kill anyone that messes with it.

I know that seems a bit possessive. But it was hard work to finally get it in my hands, and I'll be damned if it gains even so much as a scratch.

Without another thought I walk to it and unlock it. Then I get into it and sit in the driver side ready to speed off.

I like going fast in my cars it give me a sense of...contentment? I'm not sure what to call it but it makes me feel as if all my worries fade away and as if it's only me an my car against the world. I know that sounds cliche but it's the truth, sue me.