Dangerous Love | HIATUS

Chapter 1.

     I woke up to my alarm blasting in my ear. I picked it up and threw it across the room, wincing when I heard a crack. Oh well. Whoever invented alarm clocks is an asshole. To make things worse it's five in the fucking morning, just what I need. This is what I get for being the head of the Italian mafia. Two years ago on my twenty-first birthday my father stepped down and let me take over. My father, Mario Romano has been training me since I was seven. My name, is Mia Romano.

After a quick shower I get dressed in some black combat boots, black ripped skinny jeans, and a black lace bralette with my leather jacket thrown over. Even if I'm only going to work I wanna look good. I brush my hair and swipe on some mascara before leaving my room and going to my kitchen. I grab an apple and a granola bar and eat those before heading to my garage. I hop in my black bmw and speed off.

I arrive at our warehouse and head inside to see what I missed in the 8 hours I was gone. As soon as I step inside I see Haley who is in charge of surveillance, sprinting towards me.

     "Boss we received news that there will be an attack on our shipment at the docks tonight."

     "Send extra security and I will be there personally to make sure it arrives safely. And don't give me that look, it's an important package." Along with the usual drugs and weapons we receive, I have a special gun coming in.

     "Talk to Josh if you need answers and I'm going to train." "But Josh isn't our boss." Haley mumbles.

      "He is second in command and I'm your boss. You can either follow orders or, well, you know what happens to those who disobey." "Y-yes boss" she stutters an scurries away.

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     After I finished my five hour long training session it was only noon. The shipment would arrive at ten. I went over the locations of where the Russian and Puerto Rican mafias could be and sent out a team to check one of the locations. I then called Angie who is head of my warehouse in Italy to send a team out. I visit Italy sometimes but I live in Miami Florida, since it's close to some of the Central American countries. We are allies with the French and Spanish mafias, and we are working on gaining alliance with the Cuban one. Cuba and Puerto Rico are allies but only because the Puerto Rican leader is offering money. We might be able to bribe them into helping us. Other than Russia, Puerto Rico is our enemy. If we are allies with Cuba we can get information and maybe the location of the Puerto Rican's.

     I'm pulled from my thoughts as Josh enters my office. "Boss, it's time to go." I nod. "Ok. Let's head out."

     As we arrive all is silent we hide behind some crates and begin the long wait. After about an hour, a movement catches my eye. It's s man. Suddenly he runs forward and grabs a crate that just arrived. As he turns to run, we jump out and corner him.

     "Did you really think you could get away with this..." I pause and look at the patch on his jacket "Oh! You are from the Cuban mafia. I think I know who sent you."

I turn and look at my men. "Grab the crate and load it into the van, take this retard right here and load him into a separate car."

     Once we arrive at the warehouse I decide to try and get this guy to talk. I had my men take him to the dungeon. This is when the fun begins. I storm down to stairs to his cell ready to beat this guys ass if he doesn't talk. I slam the door open catching him by surprise.

"So, here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to ask questions, you're going to answer them truthfully. If not, we're gonna have a problem. Got it?" He simply stares at me in response. It's odd that this whole time he hasn't spoken. Eh, whatever.

"Ok, what is your name?" He doesn't say a word. "If you don't start talking, you're going to loose a body part. I say your dick is first." He gulps but doesn't respond. "Can you understand me?" Nothing.

"Dannazione!"( goddamnit) I exclaimed. I slam my hand on the metal table startling him. I grab his collar and pull him closer. "Parla stronzo." ( talk you idiot) Turning to my guards I told them "cut of his left pinky finger, we'll try this again tomorrow."

As they cut his finger off he doesn't flinch. Odd. I turn to leave but my guard calls me back. "Um boss" "Yes" I snarl. "His tongue, it's uh, it's been cut out." Great, just what I need. "He is of no use to us. Kill him." And with that I turn and hear a gun go off.

I stormed upstairs and into my office. I was pissed. It's obvious that the Puerto Rican's got the Cubans to do their business. Tomorrow is when we begin the hunt for their capo.

So this is short I know but the chapters will get longer when the drama and action picks up. Anywayyy the corona virus is pissing me off because I want to get back to soccer and my friends at school but I can't. I just wanted my first year of high school to go well damnit. (945 words)
-Kate