AMORE

Mansions, gold, diamonds, you name it

Sicilia, Italy

Lorenzo

The screams of the fucker in front of me echoed in the garage, as i pulled out the nail from his finger. He cried like a bitch, speaking god knows which language. I tossed his nail in the water glass in front of me. I could see the sweat dripping from his forehead and down his neck and I mentally gagged at the sight. I had spared his life when I killed his little friends who came to play fucking hide and seek. I sliced their throats open and went out of my way to not kill him. People really don't appreciate my kindness. Where the fuck is my "thank you"?

"Spill the beans, bastard" my voice came out bored, revealing how I actually was feeling about this situation. Really fucking bored.

"Fuck you" he spit out in his Chinese accent, hanging his head low. He was clearly in pain by the look of it, but not enough for me. I huffed slightly, taking his other finger while he tried to pull it back. I held it tightly and pulled out another nail, using my time to drag it so he could feel the pain of it ripping from his skin. He screamed out louder this time, tapping the chair he was tied to.

Russo walked in into the bloody garaged and scrunched his nose at the sight of me and the Chinese man. He waved when his eyes connected with mine and walked over to us with a file in his hand. He cleared his throat before he started speaking;

"Nguyen Chung, 37 years of age, Second hand commander of Lee..." Russo started listing his information, and I saw as Nguyen shut his eyes tightly. He didn't seem like the one to give up, so I needed some other way around him.

"kids?" I interrupted Russos speech, to which he nodded, and Nguyen shook his head clutching to his fingers. I used my gun to slap his cheek, to which he grunted loudly. He would have a bruise for that.

"A daughter named" Russo was interrupted again, but not by me this time "Don't you dare Moretti" Nguyen seethed out, suddenly forgetting about his fingers. I mentally patted my own back

"What's her name?" I asked Russo who handed me a photo. "Lina" he told me firmly, as I looked at the girl who held no resemblance to her father. She was lucky there. Her father is fucking ugly.

"Well, she is a fine thing, isn't she?" I asked Russo who nodded. I could see Nguyen getting riled up from my side eye and decided to use this as my opportunity. "You see, I haven't got laid in five long years and she looks more than alright for me" I told Nguyen darkly, whose eyes were wide open. "Please don't" he whispered, seeing no ounce of joke on my face.

"Tell me about her Russo" I demanded, still not taking my eyes of Nguyen.

"Lina Chung, 19 years of age, student, part time waiter, do you need more?" Russo questioned me. I shook my head and pointed my gun to the door, telling him to leave. He did immediately, not wanting to see more of the cruelty the man in front of me was to endure.

"You can't do that to her Moretti. She is my only child" Nguyen told me between his sharp intakes of breath. He had been beaten pretty badly by the looks of how he hissed at every movement and the blood on his clothes.

"Do not tell me what I can do bastard while you are in my territory, in my city, in my building sneaking around like a rat" I spat at him, pushing him forward by the collar. His chair was holding on to the two remaining legs that were on the floor, while the two others were in the air.

"I will talk as long as you don't come near my daughter" he hissed when I let go of the chair, resulting him in falling to the hard ground. I stepped my foot on his face and twisted it harshly, watching him grunt and shut his eyes tightly.

"You will talk regardless of me bending over your daughter or not" I hissed lowly before kicking him in the face. He spat on blood, to which I smirked lightly.

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"What does that even mean?" I asked the guy who was supposed to hack the Chinese mafia. I tugged on my hair as frustration build itself in me.

"Sir, the computers are already hacked, and the information is taken down, as if..." he rambled throwing up his arms, until he stopped.

"as if what?!" I screamed at him, watching him jump in his seat.

"A-as if someone has already walked this path before us" he whispered, looking down.

I nodded as I perceived the information and did the only thing reasonable. I took out my phone as I started walking away from the guys who had gone silent at my arrival. Their chattering started again when the door closed behind me. I called Scar and waited for him to pick up the phone, which he did immediately.

"Moretti" his thick voice boomed out.

"Scar, I suppose you have heard about the attack on us from the Chinese mafia" I spoke back calmly.

"Yes and i also found out that they attacked-" Scar started talking until I interrupted him.

"Listen amigo, we will talk about that later, but I need you to go with some of the men to collect the money from the border and buy the biggest fucking mansions, golds, diamonds you name it" I told him in a hushed voice. Scar had gone silent on the other end for a while until he spoke again more calmly and equally hushed; "What? What is stirring in that brain of yours?" he asked, chuckling nervously in the end.

"Do as I say Scar. Remember that every investment you make with the money will rise in price for each year. Gold for example will get even more expensive which technically means that we can sell it for more expensive and earn on it. Are you following?" I explained Scar detailed, wanting him to understand my reasoning.

"I am following this Moretti, but why are we doing this to begin with? Isn't the money hidden in the warehouses?" he questioned again. I sighed lowly before telling him my actual worries; "We will get attacked by the Chinese mafia soon, Scar. They are many men and I don't want to risk losing the billions we have earned with much difficulty. This is five years hard work" I told him as I closed my eyes and rubbed the gun wound beneath my rib cage, which was just as sore as it had been. It may be infected.

"Well then I better get to it, take care capo" Scar joked and chuckled.

"Take care scar and kiss Celina from her uncle" I bid my farewells before hanging up and walking back in the building to send off one of the guys to pay Lina Chung a visit.