The Italian Mafia

Chapter 15

Emma was still in my bed when I woke up. Her mouth was slightly opened, making a small snoring sound. Somehow it didn't annoy me. It was... sweet.

Shaking the stupid thoughts out of my head, I left the bed to take a shower. The water was cold, waking me up and preparing me.

After I was finished, I dressed myself in one of my regular suits. Leaving my room, I took a final glance at Emma. Somehow she hadn't woken up, and she was still sound asleep when I closed my door.

Waiting in my office was Renato. Renato was one of my very trusted men. He had always acted as my big brother ever since we met. He was in charge of my beloved basement.

"Boss," he acknowledged me. I nodded at him and sat down in my chair behind my desk. He took a seat across from me.

"Is there a problem?" I raised a brow. He looked like a little child. He was hiding something from me.

"We have a... situation in the basement." I nodded at him to continue. He swallowed.

"We didn't know a captive were in the last cell. Since we fill them up by order, we had... forgot I was in there."

"You forgot he was in there?" Renato nodded. Furry rushed through me. In my house, we did things right. Controlled. "And?"

Renato looked away from my piercing glare. "Today I was bringing in that guy who stole from us, and I noticed him laying in the back of the cell." I raised my brows once more.

"Speak, Renato," I ordered him. He was taking too long.

"It appeared he had died from a mixture of starvation and infections in his wounds." Renato caught my eyes. It was clear he was searching for something.

"So you forgot a man in the cell, and he died from hunger?" Renato gave me a sharp nod.

"It appears so, boss."

"It appears so," I repeated. A small chuckle escaped my lips. Renato's eyes widened. I knew he too could see the humor in the situation.

"And who was the man?" Renato cracked a smile. It was sinister and not out of joy. Oh I was excited now.

"He stole from our kitchens in the clubs up north," Renato said, his eyes glimmering with something. I couldn't detect what it was.

"So the man stealing from our kitchens, died from hunger?"

"It appears so, boss," Renato answered. I laughed. I couldn't help it. It was too ironic, and the situation demanded a laugh. Renato chimed in, punching his leg from his laughs.

"È molto divertente!"

"Yes, boss, it is very funny," Renato agreed. I wiped my eyes and took in large breath of air. Sometimes my world was too ironic, funny.

"Okay, well, don't let it happen again?" I said and shrugged. What should I say? Renato chuckled and nodded.

"Of course, boss." He stood up and walked to the door. My words stopped him.

"And, Renato, from now on we should make the tortures more ironic. I find it funny." Renato nodded at my command and left my office.

"They fucking forgot him," I whispered to myself, still laughing a little. What a day.

My phone rang, and stole my attention. It was Giovanni. He said it was urgent, so I asked him to come to my office.

He was there in a matter of minutes. He came in winded, looking nervous.