Cold Hearted

Prologue

Sergio

"Get it fucking fixed now or so help me, I'll ring you by your long ass neck!-" I shouted into the phone at one of my men.

"Boss, he said he doesn't have the money on him yet but he's trying-" Micheal tried to say but I stopped him from uttering another word.

"I don't want to hear it, I want that money now and if it means that I'll have to take his kids and wife so fucking be it, so you better find a way to get it from him or else I'll do it my fucking self. Capisci?!" I snapped before cutting the line.

Rubbing my temple stressfully I reached for my cigar in my glass tray, lighting it I inhaled the toxic fumes before exhaling which released a large puff of smoke. Pursing my lips tightly I tapped the bud of my cigar, the urge to smoke wasn't as strong as I expected. Placing the cigar back on the tray I stood up from my arm chair, and walked in the direction of the door of my office.

I was met with the sight of two of my men waiting outside my door fully armed, Pedro and Valentine gave me a nod of acknowledgement as I passed them.

"Boss, there's news that Mr. Franklin Shepard is back in town" Valentine informed me as he followed me down the hall.

Stopping mid step I turned to face him with a look of hatred.

"That shit came back into my town, after what he did he shouldn't even be on this damn planet. He's got fucking balls coming back here" I spat in disgust.

You see I hated rats,

Just as much as I hated my despicable excuse of a father.

Franklin was a fat stupid cunt sucking snitch who stole 2.5 million dollars from under my nose. It didn't cause much of a dent in my bank account but it still pissed me off, so I went to look after his dumb ass, but he vanished. I don't know how or where he went but I never gave up.

"Luogo?" I asked in my native tongue.

"South dock on Bennet street opposite Bianca's Strip club, he owns a diner down there and he's been in town for the past three years now-" Valentine noted.

"Three?! Get my baby fratello, Sebastian, and a few others we have an errand to run" I ordered before taking off to my office to grab my jacket.

Nadine

"Nadine, c'mon move your ass you've got people to serve!" Franklin, my stepdad spat at me as I struggled to lift up the trays.

"I-I'm trying" I said, finally being able to lift up the trays.

"Then try fucking faster, you shit" he exclaimed before going into the back.

I bit down on my lip to refrain myself from saying anything that would get me in trouble.

Slowly walking towards table seven I gently placed the tray in front of the old man.

"I hope you enjoy, sir" I smiled before moving onto my next customer.

Walking down the aisle I made my way towards another table where a couple sat talking. Placing the tray in the middle of them, I also gave them a smile. That's what I've been doing for the past day now, taking orders, serving people and smiling a bright big smile to make the customers feel welcome.