MOB BOSS (BWWM) (ON HOLD)

Prologue

"Luca honey I need you to go to the market and pick up somethings for tonight's dinner." my mother told me while looking in the stainless steel fridge. She pulled some things out and put them onto the counter.

"Mamma thats what the maids are for." I told her and she turned around, her dark brown hair with hints of graying whipping behind her shoulder.

"And I dont want the maids to go, I asked my figlio(son). So go, sbrigare(hurry up) ."

"Ma, I'm a grown ass man going to the market for his mother." I said and that earned me a smack to the back of my head.

"Guardare (Watch it)!" she scowled at me and I left before I earned a beating from my tiny mother.

"Capo ti diretti fuori? (Boss, you headed out?)" my bestfriend/right hand man, Antonio asked me.

Antonio and I have been friends since the day I beat him up in second grade. I am the silent but deadly type of person. I never really talked in school and people automatically thought it was a good idea to pick on me. Antonio was always the talkative one and when he tried to talk to me one day and I didn't respond he got pissed and hit me. That was a big mistake.

Well, long story short after I beat Toni's ass we became bestfriends.

"Sí." I told him.

"Mamma is forcing me to go to the market for her." I told him and he laughed.

"I will come for the ride, but I have to hurry before Bianca kills me." he told me and I nodded.

.......

Arriving at the market where you get your fresh produce, there were people everywhere. Because it is Saturday, I understand why its so full. I looked at the list my mother gave me and looked around.

"Okay you get this half of the list and I will get the other." I told Antonio and he nodded taking the ripped piece of paper away from me.

"Pomodori, Pomodori, Pomodori (tomatoes)." I said to myself looking around for the tomato stand.

I spotted the tomato stand and walked toward it.

Most people looked scared to even smile or say hello to me.

Damn, am I that intimidating?

I reached the tomato stand and grabbed a bag and started to pick tomatoes.

When I reached for the seventh tomato a chocolate feminine hand reached for the same one.

"Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to try and steal your tomato." I turned to look at the person with the silky sexy voice.

The most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. Beautiful dark skin. Heart shape face. Dazzling smile. Pretty pink lips. Black shoulder length hair. Dark brown eyes. Overall she was beyond gorgeous.

"No, it's all yours." I said handing her the tomato. She took it from me softly and smiled gently at me.

"Such a gentleman, thank you." she said and I nodded.

"I have never seen you here before." I said and she giggled. Her laugh.

"That may be because I'm not from here. I'm from the United States. I came tosee what Italy is all about."

"So what do you think of my country so far?" I asked her and she laughed a little.

"So far, I love it." she said and I nodded.

"Luca." I introduced myself, sticking my hand out to her. She shook it.

"Lauren."

...........

Two years later

"Dove sono I miei soldi?(Where is my money?)" I asked the man in front of me. By now I'm sure he has pissed on his self. He was literally shaking and he kept looking at his surrounding areas. Keeping his eyes on the men in every corner of the room.

Each man had a different weapon in his hand.

Joshua - A metal baseball bat

Marco - A switchblade

Roberto - Gasoline and a match

Franco - 9mm with one bullet

"Per favore! Luca Per favore!(please Luca please)." he pleaded. Now he was pissing me off.

"STA 'ZITTO! (Shut the fuck up!)" I shouted and he kept pleading quietly.

"Have mercy on me Luca, please!." he begged and pleaded. I grabbed a knife off the table next to me and stabbed him in his thigh. He cried out in pain.

"You beg me for mercy? What about all those innocent people who begged you not to do it? Huh? What about them? On top of that you don't have my money when your time is up and you steal from me? Did you expect to walk out of here alive?" I asked him and he cried harder.

The amount of innocent people he has killed is ridiculous. Maybe if he wasn't a heartless guy who killed people I would have let the money thing go. Maybe.

"Listen I'm late for a meeting. Franco make it quick and easy." I said before walking out.

"LUCA PLEASE DONT DO THIS!"

*Click*

"LUCA I'LL BRING YOUR MONEY!"

*Click*

"I - "

*BANG!*

.......

"Figlio, dove sei stato? (Son, where have you been?)." my father questioned me.

I am the exact replica of my father. Same black hair, jade green eyes, 6'5 muscular frame.

My father is a very outgoing, friendly man but once you cross him your as good as dead.

"Handling business papá." I told him and he nodded understanding what I meant.

"So how has the search been going. Have you found your principessa(princess)?" he asked me.

Ever since that night, the last night I saw her. I couldn't get her off my mind. I dream about her every night. I have searched high and low for her but I can't seem to find her. Like she disappeared off the face of the earth.

"No pop, I haven't found her yet but I dont know maybe I should just forget -"

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

"Inserire(enter)." my father deep voice said.

Antonio rushed inside the door, tripping over his two feet. I would have laughed at him but it seemed serious.

"Luca.....Luca.... Luca... ah shit." he said out of breath.

"What Antonio, whats wrong?" I asked him I looked at my dad and his face was neutral but I could see the anxious look in his eyes.

"I .... found her, I found your girl."