"I won't ask again. Why were you sent here?" I say, pointing the guy towards the guy who is on the ground with blood dripping down his forehead.
He chuckled as he rolled his eyes, smirking at me, "It's funny to know that you really think you can get me to tell you the details. Nice try, but you won't be getting any information from me."
"Then it looks like we won't be needing you anymore." I say as i pull the trigger and shoot him.
I out my fun down and turn around to my followers. "Take out the trash." I say to one of my men.
He nods and goes. I turn one of my best friends, Sebas, who is also a part of the mafia, and ask him about my dad. My dad is the leader of the Mafia, so that practically makes me 2nd in charge of the Mafia.
"Where's my dad?" I ask him as we walk back to the car.
"He left a couple minutes ago to go to a meeting. One of our rivals decided to call a truce with us and had sent the leaders son to settle the deal with your dad." He said.
I stopped in my tracks and turned to him, "Which rival?"
"Hell's Angels." He said.
"We gotta go to that meeting right now." I say as i turn on my heel and walk faster to the car.
"Why? He's there to make a deal on the truce." Sebas said.
I turn to him, "That guy that I just killed was part of HA. Before you got here he told me that I had better said my goodbyes to my father. I though he meant it because HA was planning on killing him soon. But now that you tell me this just makes a whole lot of sense now. Those bitches are planning on killing him in a few minutes and I'm not about to let that happen!" I say to gritted teeth turning on my heel and continue walking towards the car.
"We crash that meeting now!" I say climbing into the car. -
"I'm here to meet with Mr. Styles. My name is Trey Beyers." He said to Bouncer.
They let him through and seated him in the booth with Mr. Styles.
"Mr. Beyers, thank you for meeting with me." Mr. Styles said to him.
"Well this meeting really intrigued me since you're one of our greatest rivals."
"Yes, well, as you clearly heard, we want a truce with you." Mr. Styles said.
"And why is that, Mr. Styles? We've had this rival going on for a long time, why all of a sudden do you wanna truce with us when you killed hundreds of our men and we've kill hundreds of yours. Might I add that you've promised to kill us, leaving me and my daughter for last." Trey said leaning against the table.
"Please, call me Harry. And yes, you have a point there, but you see, we have a problem. One of our greatest allies had betrayed us and because of that we now have fewer men. Not only that but they have every intel on us and know our locations and every information that we could've possibly given them. We are not safe at the moment." Harry informed.
"And so you want truce with us so we can give you the protection you need in order to survive this." Trey said.
Harry looked at him and nodded.
"But you see, so many years of rivalry and so many of your plans that have failed. So many loss and hatred towards each other. So no, there's no way we can help you."
"I understand if you don't want to become allies, but Trey, many we at least have some protection and maybe a new hide out from you? It's all we ask if you don't wish to truce with us. We really need help from someone and with you being the leader of the Mafia you have the best security and hides out from any other gangs. Please, we beg of you for your help." Harry pleaded him.
"The answer is no. This meeting is over." Trey said as he stood up and walked away.
"Wrong answer." Harry said quickly standing up and pulling out his gun.
He aimed it towards Trey and he was about to shoot until he was hit on the jaw, making his gun shoot in a different direction, shooting one of his guards.
Trey quickly turned and started to shoot Harry's guards, killing every single one of them until he said that Harry was held at gun point by his daughter.
"Wrong move, Styles."
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