The Italian Mafia

Chapter 4

∞Ambrogio's POV∞

"That's the only three options," I said to her before walking off with Giovanni. I smirked at her facial expression she did indeed looked scared.

"Boss, it's the feds, they're looking into our clubs on the coast," Giovanni said as we exited the casino.

The FBI had been involved with us for as long as we existed, but they were getting more aggressive towards us now, after I had taken over for my father.

For 4 years they had been snooping around, trying to bust us for whatever they could find, I wasn't letting it happen though.

"They wont find anything, everything is legal," I said while entering my office. Giovanni gave me a look.

"Not everything. All of the girls has seen us killing people and what not," Giovanni said as he sat down in the chair in front of me, the desk separating us.

I breathed out. "Well, they wont tell. If they have seen as much as you say, they'll be stupid to tell," I fixed my jacket and leaned back. Giovanni was one of my most trusted men, he knew me well. He knew I was right.

"You're right, but what if they do?" he tilted his head a little at his question.

"Then we will kill them and see what happens. The feds can't bust us for something if there aren't any evidence," Giovanni knew he shouldn't push it. Though he was my most trusted man, he wasn't irreplaceable. To me, nobody is.

He closed the door after him, leaving me in silence.

I thought about that girl, the new one. It was amusing she didn't know the rules, she thought she could just talk to me whenever. It was refreshing, kind of. Though, I couldn't let one person break the rules. I would seem weak.

I got out my phone and dialed a well-known number.

"Piero? I need you to go to the maids office," I spoke when he answered.

∞Emma's POV∞

I was lying in my room when I heard a knock on my door. I got up and opened the door. A tall man dressed in a suit was standing in front of me.

"Uhm hello," I said. His face didn't really show any emotion.

"Come with me," the man said in a thick accent. I furrowed my brows together in confusion. I hadn't done anything wrong. Except talk to the so-called boss, but how bad could that be?

"I've been ordered to give you a tour of the basement," he said stern and yanked my arm to follow him. I couldn't help the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

Was he going to do something to me? Kill me, torture me? My palms grew sweaty at the thought.

He yanked me down the stairs to a basement. It consisted of one long hallway with many doors. The walls were made out of stones and not much light was in the basement, making it look like a dungeon. A shiver went down my back and the only thing I wanted was to go back up.

"Uhm, it's fine, I really don't have to see it," I tried well knowing he wouldn't disobey his orders.

The man's face didn't budge and I knew I wasn't getting up.

"First of, we have a... Cell," the man said and opened a door. A stone walled room with chains mounted in the ceiling met my eyes. I stiffened at the sight. Why would they have a cell?

"I don't really get why I'm seeing this," I stuttered. Maybe he would come to his senses? Probably not.

"Just watch, bambino," he said using the nickname the man who drove me here used too.