Regina del Mafiosa (Queen of the Mafia)

Business as Usual

Matteo's POV:

God what kind of a shit hole had I landed myself in now. I leaned my head back against the head rest in the black Mercedes. We had been traveling for 19 straight hours since leaving NYC and I was sick of everything already. I wanted to kill something. That would turn my day around it always does!

This was supposed to be a normal business trip for "the family". He laughed to himself as he thought of the term they endeared upon themselves.

I'm going to meet some Farmer Joe about buying the field where his fucking chickens used to lay eggs so we can build a casino. This better be worth it, or so help me some fucker will get a bullet in the head. I'm dead serious. Send me out here to fucking nowhere's-ville and I'm getting something out of it by God!

Being the boss blows balls, I thought to myself. I could be held up in my home between whatever whores legs happen to be closest to my room at the time.

But no. Oh no. My counter part in Italy, Alfonso, insists thay these matters be handled by me personally, and in fucking Kansas of all places for fuck sake. I had died and gone to hell.

From what I could fucking tell Dorothy should have sucked that bitch off for getting her out of Kansas. My entourage had driven thru small town after small town, and there was nothing fucking nothing as far as the eye could see. I hated this place already, and we haven't been in the state for ten minutes.

We stopped at a store in the small town closest to where we were to meet Farmer Joe. My men probably needed to stretch their legs anyway. But I didn't want to be in this town any longer than possible.

I stepped out of my car while the three SUVs lifted off the ground from my men climbing out of them. Stefano my second climbed out last. The other men waited for his instructions.

Stefano had been my best friend growing up on the streets of NYC. We grew up together, sharing everything from women, wine and to out first kill. I trusted no one more than I trusted him.

"Alright men. Utilize the facilities, get what you need. We renedevous in 15," Alfonso ordered. When he was through speaking the men fell back and dispersed on cue.

My head was starting to pound. This day was not getting off to a good start. If I couldnt kill something soon I'd need to find a whore and quick. From the looks of this town the latter was not going to be an option. So I just climbed back in my car too moody to interact even with Alfonso. Fifteen minutes was fifteen minutes to long in this town, and people were starting to stare. I'm pretty sure most of them have never seen a Mercedes in person, and I hate drawing attention.

We had stopped at a four way stop. I laughed to myself noting that I hadn't seen a stop light in ages. I'm a long way from New York that's a fact.

No sooner than we got started down the highway I felt a violent shimmy in our car.

"Fucking Germans." I thought to myself. As if on cue with my thought there was a loud noise and smoke started rolling from the hood, and I felt my driver start to veer off the road decelerating. The other cars in pulling over with us.

I was done. I could take no more. I immediately got out of the car and started shooting shit around me. Begging for a person to be on the other side of the tree.

"Boss, boss!! Your gonna kill someone!" Stephano shouted at me.

"That's what I'm fucking hoping for!" I shouted as the clip unloaded beneath my grip.

Stefano looked at me with that disapproving fucking face he always gives me when I'm being a little over zealous.

I looked at him and shrugged confessing what was bothering me. "Alfonso wants this deal done. That's fine but really... Fucking Kansas!"