When it ends

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AN: I've never done this before. This is my FIRST time writing something AND uploading it. Please don't mind the flaws and the grammar errors. And.... don't judge me 😅 Thank you.
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A crime boss, crime lord, mob boss, criminal mastermind, or Don is a person in charge of a criminal organization. A boss typically has absolute or nearly absolute control over his subordinates, is greatly feared by his subordinates for his ruthlessness and willingness to take lives in order to exert his influence, and profits from the criminal endeavours in which his organization engages.

Dante Ricci was the Don of his well known mob family. The legacy had been passed onto him by his father and to his father by his grandfather, so on and so forth. The Ricci family had been running this organisation for the last 4 decades. Dante's great grandfather had worked very hard to get to the top so that his children and their children never have to suffer being an Italian low life on the streets. His great grandfather had laid the foundation to this well known organisation. The Ricci family was known for their ruthlessness, they were the top organisation in America and he intended to keep it that way.

Dante Ricci was a man of very few words he did not like to indulge in mindless chatters and irrelevant talks, he was all work and no talk.. He was considered the king of the underworld and he had worked hard to gain the status. Dante had taken over his father's empire at a tender age of 20. Now 9 years later he was proud to watch his empire expand even more every. ticking. minute.

Harry looked at the man with pleading eyes and he was terrified to see cold eyes staring back at him. His eyes held no emotion. Harry's body was shaking tremendously for he knew this was his last day on Earth. The thought brought tears to his eyes. He closed his eyes and blinked rapidly to avoid the tears from falling down.

"Answer me, Harry. When are you planning to return me my money? I am not known as a patient man. I. Don't. Like. To. Wait." Dante's stern voice boomed across the vast room finally breaking the silence. Now all eyes were on him.

Harry was now looking down at the floor. He did not want to see the look on the boss's face, he was certain it would be a mixture of impatience and anger. With a meek voice he pleaded , "Give me one more week. Please. Just one week. I will return all the money that I have borrowed from you. I promise. One week is all I need."

Dante looked at the man with bored eyes. He didn't like to wait. "That's not going to happen, Harry. I had told you not to mess with me. Did you forget who I am? Did you forget that I can put a bullet through you right this instant? I can kill everyone you hold dear in a mere second. You knew the consequences before taking my money yet you were confident that you would return it in due time. And you dare ask me for more time!" Dante roared landing a punch on Harry's face. He was furious now.

Blood started oozing out from his cut lips. It had been a mean punch. Harry had never feared anything or anyone as much as he feared the man that stood in front of him. He was truly the incarnation of Satan himself. He had only heard of the stories about his ruthlessness but now he got to experience it firsthand.

"You know what. Forget it. Forget the money. I have another million dollars to compensate for it." Dante spoke in a calm and collected tone. Harry could not believe his ears. The great Dante Ricci was letting him go? Hope blossomed in his heart. Maybe this man was not as brutal as they say. Was it possible? That the big bad mafia boss had a heart? He was brought out of his trail of thoughts when he heard the clicking of a gun. His eyes opened wide when the realisation hit him. Dante stood in front of him pointing his gun to his temple. He was going to shoot him. "What is your last wish?" Dante asked in a mocking tone. Harry took a deep breath. It was really the end. Tears started rolling down his cheeks, he was about to recite his wish when- Dante's phone started ringing.

Dante could not believe this was happening! Just when he was about to end this man's life he had to be interrupted. He let out a series of curse words. He was livid. He made sure to punish whoever disturbed him when he had specifically instructed that he was not to be disturbed.

He fetched his phone from his pocket, he was going to hit the reject button when he saw the caller ID. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he answered, "I'll call you later." Without waiting for a response, he ended the phone call. He sighed once more and let out a long gasp of air.

"One week. You get exactly one week to return all my money. Not a day late. If you fail this time, I won't hesitate to kill you on sight. And trust me, I'll kill your wife along with you and your unborn child."

Harry closed his eyes and happy tears ran out of his eyes. "Show him the door." Dante commanded one his men and walked away. He was pulled by his forearm harshly and taken towards the gates.He mentally thanked whoever made that phone call. It was like he had visited the gates of hell and returned. With that, he left.

Dante watched Harry struggle with his steps until he disappeared from his sight. He sat down on his mahogany chair and tapped the call button on his phone.
"Hello?"