Love For The Mafia Boss

Prologue (part two)

- Salvatore's P.O.V. -

Isn't it funny how the world works? People act like they want to make a difference, but how can they do that when they don't know of half the terrible things happening in this world?

I'm currently laying in bed staring at the ceiling, contemplating life, like I always do when I wake up. It's like an unofficial routine of mine. No matter what, I always have time in my day to think about how horrid this world is, and how it's inhabitants do next to nothing to change that. Rolling onto my side I see that the digital clock reads 6:30. I've always been an early riser, even if I stay up late into the next day.

Closing my eyes I try to drift off into nothing but to no avail. Cursing myself mentally, I decide to get up. After showering and changing I head down the stairs of my huge house, it's actually more like a mansion. How do I pay for this? Well, I run a small section of the Italian Mafia. By small I mean that I am in charge of roughly 200 men plus their families. 

I wasn't born into this job, I obtained it with a lot of hard work and unwavering determination. Although I would have had to wait till the last mafia boss retired to be the new boss, if it weren't for the fact that the old mafia boss was murdered. Him not having any heirs, it came down to a vote. I was voted most strong mentally and physically, honestly I was just best fit for the job. It wasn't easy at first but I believe I'm getting the hang of it.

Going downstairs I am met with absolute nothingness, not even the maids are up yet. Great.
Heading into the huge kitchen I grab a granola bar and head to my office to get some merda done. 

This should be a very uneventful day.

scopare questa merda.

Translations-

merda- shit

scopare questa merda- fuck this shit