Unknown Territory [Mafioso Book#3] (SAMPLE)

Chapter VI: When in Versailles

Salvatore's eyes fluttered open on their own, inhaling sharply he turned onto his back before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand before the movement beside him drew his attention to his right. He stared at the back of the head for a second, before remembering it was his wife and that he had gotten married just yesterday. Looking at the wedding ring on his left hand, he played around with it for a second before glancing at the time displayed on his phone. 

7:15 a.m. 

Pushing the blanket off him, he swung his legs over the edge and ran a hand through his hair. Picking up the phone on the side table, he pressed the dial and waited. 

"Bonjour," The man greeted. "Good morning. This is room service, how can I help you?" He asked in a thick french accent.

"Bonjour," Salvatore rubbed a hand over his face. "Je voudrais commander le petit déjeuner,"

"Oui, oui," The man sounded surprised for a moment before regaining his composure. "Qu'aimeriez-vous monsieur?"

Looking down at the menu placed on the side, he gave the order before putting down the receiver. 

Stepping into the washroom, he took a quick shower and got changed into a slate grey three-piece suit with a light blue button-up and azure blue tie. Just as he sprayed on his cologne, he heard a knock on the door followed by someone opening it. Slipping his feet into his polished black loafers, he heard muffled voices reached him inside his bedroom. Stepping out of the washroom, he found Nicole cocooned in the blankets as he grabbed his essentials and put them into his pocket, almost forgetting his rings before he stepped out of the room, and found Marco and Tazio seated in his lounge, both of them already having helped themselves to breakfast and coffee

"Eccolo!" Marco exclaimed as Salvatore approached them, Tazio grinning from behind his coffee mug. "There he is! The man of the evening!" 

"It's 8 in the morning, idiot," The mafia boss shook his head at his brother's antics before settling down and pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

"How was it?" His younger brother nudged him teasingly. "Enjoyed?" 

"I slept like a rock," 

"Oh! That good, huh?" Marco turned to Tazio with an impressed smile, the second-in-command rolling his eyes half-heartedly.

Exhaling deeply, Salvatore grabbed a pain au chocolat with his black coffee, biting into it as a silence lulled over the three. 

"Are Manuel and Thomas here?" He asked after a sip of his coffee, looking down at the French newspaper placed before him. 

"Stationed outside the door," Tazio nodded. 

"What about Matteo and Samuel?" 

"Waiting by the car," Marco informed. 

"And Mr. Ayubi?" The Mafia boss asked once he finished his pastry and leaned back with his coffee. "Did you find out his location?"  

"Mukhtar Ayubi is staying in an eighth-floor penthouse on Avenue Kleber in the 16th arrondissement with his entourage," His younger brother leaned forward. "In addition to the two guards who are constantly with him, he has two men assigned to the room and a scout watching from an apartment across the street and two guards in the lobby." 

"That's it?" Tazio looked at him in confusion. 

"Oh no, he has three vehicles parked on the street below and assets in the French police. Oh, and not to forget the usual CCTV feeds and usual building security." Marco sipped his coffee. "He is almost at par with Salvatore's measure of security,"