The Mafia Boss's Baby Boy (Discontinued)

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This chapter has some changes but it is kinda the same so if you already read it you don't have to again. Also, I honestly want a new cover so if you have any suggestions it would really be appreciated.

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1 Year and 1 Month Later

I cocked my revolver at Sanchez, my pointer finger steady on the trigger ready to shoot if need be.

"Now I'm not a patient man Sanchez. I have places to be and things to do. I won't ask you again. Where's my money?" I demanded glaring down at the small Hispanic man.
He whimpers slightly before getting the courage to speak.

"Look m-man I'm s-sorry man! I-I'll have the money by next week. Please spare me!" he cries. How pathetic. And how dare he speak to me so informally. I'm not his man, bro, or side bitch.

I tilt my head up pretending to think about it, I've already made up my mind on the matter before coming here. Looking at Sanchez again I click the hammer down after saying "Wrong answer" before pressing the trigger. His screams echo around the small apartment complex. He stops when he realizes he hadn't been shot in the head. After a few seconds of him being in a confused state, his head shoots up looking at the gun confused while the rest of my men chuckle at this familiar game. I chuckle as well while resetting the gun.

"Now you got the question wrong on the first try. Lets hope you get this one right. Since I'm feeling merciful today I'm giving you another shot." I chuckle out in fake sympathy and also the pun I just realized got thrown in there. Ha I crack myself up sometimes.

"How 'bout you just give me the coke I gave you to sell in exchange for your life." I compromise even though I already know he used all of them on himself. He starts stuttering again so I point the gun in his direction yet again.
Getting inpatient with his spluttering, I cup my right ear pretending to try and hear him better.
"What? I can't hear you."

"I d-don't have t-them." he whispered out. But I still heard him. I nod my head "contemplating" my actions. Not wanting to prolong this any longer I pull the trigger, the bullet going between his eyes. He slumped to the floor and lands face first, his ass sticking up in the air. I sigh wiping the blood off my face then put back on my emotionless expression. Now time to clean up this mess.

"Paulo!" I call out.

"Yes Sir", he acknowledges me in response by stepping forward.

"I want you and Fernando to clean this mess up and sell the body on the black market. Make sure to clean the wound or chop off the head. It's your decision. Am I understood?" I ordered gesturing towards the body.

"Yes Sir." Paulo nods before going out front to get Fernando who is guarding outside. I put my gun in my holster inside my black Armani suit jacket.

I get the chance to actually take a whiff of the place and force myself not to gag. Aye-ye-ye what the Hell did this guy do in here. Piss where he stood.

"Marcos. I want this place cleaned of evidence. You know the drill." I gave my commands to the buff brunette standing in the corner of this small apartment. He nods his head in acknowledgement. The smell of piss and something else I can't place my finger on, wafts up my nose yet again. Instead of fighting the smell I cover my nose. I can't stand the smell any longer so I make my way out the smelly apartment. I should have this pig sty condemned. 

When I get outside, I took the biggest breath I could before walking across the street to get into my car. Once I got into my black BMW, which was between two others that belonged to my men that came along, I sigh heavily and slump against my hot leather seat. This week has been very stressful. Between the new shipments of merchandises coming in, the  and making sure all my men are kept in line is taking its toll on me.