A mafia leader Xaviar Moretti meets a regular bartender one day, he was attracted to her body and looks, little did he know she was his fathers enemies daughter.
"You killed him" a tear falls down my face as I connect my hand with his cheek.
"How da...
"Oh. My. God" I gasped looking at blood everywhere.
"Are you okay uncle Claud" I ask worried
"I'm fine, just had a few visitors they may be your fathers" he said wiping the blood off his hands
"What did they do? Do they know about me?"
"No they just came in and said they would shoot me if I didn't give information about Nate"
Nate was the Italian mafia, my fathers enemy since my father had an affair with his wife who died.
"I'm so sorry for his men, yesterday while I was going back to the hotel they tried to take me" I let out a breath remembering yesterday.
"This guy was at the bar I saw he fought they man off , I took him to my hotel and stitched his wound where the man stabbed him the way you taught me"
"Did you get his name?"
"Uhh... Xaviar"
"That name sounds oddly familiar" he says trying to remember something
"How did he fight him off?" He questions
"He beat him to a pulse then shot him"
"Mm, careful you never know what there true intention is with you"
"Mhm I had to change my job since my fathers man found me"
"That's my girl, always know russian men tend to always be unnoticed so be extra careful"
"Yes thanks uncle Claud"
"Let's begin" he smiles
Uncle Claud is my personal trainer, he treats me like I'm a daughter of his own, his in his mid forty's and I've known him for 7 years.
When I was 13 this guy tried to force me to have sex, but I refused and that's when uncle Claud showed up and beat him up, since then we've become so close and he knows all about my life.
He has a son and a wife that left him, his son was his only child he loved very much, but lost him at just a few years, if his son was alive he'd be older than me by 3 years, I believe he will find him soon somehow. Now uncle Claud is like a second father to me.
Xaviar POV
Tonight I decided not to drink because I didn't feel like t and it alway fucked me up.
Instead I went to one of my casinos and stayed there the whole night, I decided to go home at 11pm and I was looking for Landon since he didn't show up at the casino.
"Landon!" I shouted as I entered
Silence
"LANDON!"
Silence again
"LANDON!"
The fuck is he
"GIURO SE QUESTO È FALSO IL TUO MORTO!" (I swear if this is fake your a dead man)
I started searching and he was nowhere to be found.
Finally I went outside and found him.
I saw him laying in the ground with 8 bottles of liquor on the floor and used cigars.
The. Fuck. Did. He. Do
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