The Don's Sweetener [18+]

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Daily dose of mental health:

So my teacher goes and says, "if you cannot stop your muttering about the class room, get out." And I go in me head like "thank God! Finally!"

The only thing that kept me sane these days were coffee.

So much coffee.

The family had been going through rough patches after the raid in Italy by the Valentinos.

The Valentino family had some personal issues with Zio Vincent, it was somewhere around when auntie Rosaline and he was going through their relationship issue.

All I know about the matter is the previous Don had shot Zio which sent him in a pretty long coma. I was seven years old about that time.

Don't think I remember clearly and besides the whole commotion took place in Italy, so I hadn't witnessed the matter practically. And since then both the families had been latched to each others throats, to get revenge, to earn respect.

And then they went and raised out third stash house, if it had mundane shippings it would have been fine, I would have stopped killing the raiders in the area but the godown was filled with gunpowder and hand grande, and most importantly they weren't just for shipping off to a fellow businessman, it was a part of the deal for the government.

It was the last part of the shipment that was supposed to be made to the Sates to the other half on money could be handed over, and then the snakes goes and does something like, fucking off the work of last two years of my life.

Fucking backstabbing bastards were what the Valentino family was and is.

The deal wasn't completely fucked up that part I was glad for because the previous week the stash house two and five had been emptied and the shipment came to The States safely on Antony's careful watch.

The only shipment left was the stash house three, but luckily the twins were there just in the time, before they could blow the godown up and took in the members they could find on spot. The result was only disappearance of  a thousand kilograms of gunpowder and ten thousand hand grenades.

A total of millions were just... stolen. Just like that.

And Zio Vincent being mad didn't help anything. The twins were blamed because the stashes were completely under their watch and the products were stolen from right under their nose.

But given still both of them are kids, what surprise me more is they didn't fuck everything up by themselves before.

And now sitting on the breakfast table, Natalie clung to me like an unwanted slug made nothing better.

It was suffocating honestly. She was suffocating. Her perfume was suffocating, her new breasts swinging about my face was suffocating.

I still have no idea why she keeps coming over, every other night when I am so done with her fake baby voice.