INSEPARABLE | 18+

F I V E

Present time.
Rome, Italy.

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The warehouse of the Sicilian Mafia was situated at the far end of the city, away from the public eye. It was spread over acres of land with security surrounding all corners of it. Multiple times reporters had tried to trespass their way inside, but they never came out.

Supplying of drugs, guns, and even alcohol was made in this place. Thousands of men and women worked inside - training every day to become better soldiers. The warehouse was mainly looked over by the Consigliere while the Underboss took care of the legitimate side of the business.

The final call, however, was made by the Don - his word was the law.

Valerius eyed the white material packed in small boxes. His eyes traced over the thousands of them lined up. He did not even want to touch them now. The Don had stopped using them three years ago.

"Dimitri," He addressed his Consigliere, who was right beside him. "Li hai controllati?"

(Have you checked them?)

"Si."

Valerius gave a nod and the men took it as a sign of approval. They hurriedly packed them and shipped the boxes to a container. The guard signaled the driver by his hands to drive away; once the truck left, Valerius addressed his men again, "This was the last one for today," He ordered, tucking his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, "Dismissed."

The men sighed in relief and bowed their heads as their Capo left the room. Valerius walked towards his office with Dimitri trailing behind him. The door was opened for him once he reached it.

"I russi erano calmi." Valerius spoke once he settled in his chair. He tilted his head back and toyed with the pen in his fingers, lying on the desk. His eyes wandered toward his Consigliere as he waited for him to answer.

(The Russians have been calm.)

"Surprisingly so."

The straightforward reply was laced with a different meaning.

"Go on." Valerius urged him and nodded his head towards a vacant chair, permitting him to speak freely.

"Valerius," Dimitri began while sitting down. "You are well aware of our rift with the Russians. They have been after our necks for the last few months and now, out of nowhere, they have gone quiet. Sapete cosa significa."

(You know what that means)

The Don let out a humorless laugh, "Oh I do. I do know."

"Who do you suspect?" Dimitri questioned.

The Russians not intruding in the matters of Italians meant that they were gathering information to plan something big.

Something worse.

"Everyone," Valerius replied simply, the pen still not leaving his hands as he tapped it against the desk.

Dimitri sighed at the answer. He knew that his friend did not trust easily. Hell, Dimitri had to take a bullet to his shoulder to make Valerius think of him as an ally. It was years of loyalty that made him worthy in the eyes of Don.

"Are you suggesting that we keep an eye on everyone in the family? You know that there are thousands of people."

"Dirò su chi tenere un controllo." Valerius said, "But, keep your ears open to everyone."

(I will tell on who to keep a check)

"Bene." Dimitri nodded. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he realized that they were done talking business - it was time for him to tease his friend. He cleared his throat to get Valerius's attention, "Even Valentina?"

"What?"

The Don's mood instantly changed.

"Should I keep an eye on her as well?" Dimitri poked him even more.

"Fottuto idiota!" Valerius fumed. "You will stay away from her. She is not to be dragged into such matters." His breathing ragged. Ever since their relationship started, Valerius had tried to shield her from the Mafia. He changed his rules. For her. There was not even one instance where he made her feel unsafe; he had tried to the best of his capabilities to make her happy, even satisfied.

(Fucking idiot)

Everyone in the famiglia knew about her. She was his woman. He had sent a loud and clear message to every Mob Boss that he did not wish to be affiliated with their daughters. His heart already belonged to someone. Valentina had captured his mind, body, and soul. He knew that by doing so he was placing her life on the radar, but it was with her consent. Everything was. And he wished to keep it that way.

"Your mother would have been happy."

Dimitri's words broke his chain of thoughts.

His madre.

A small smile came on his lips at the mention of her, "She would have loved Valentina." He spoke with longing in his voice.

The loud banging on the door alerted the men. Valerius straightened as a crease formed between his eyebrows, "Accedere."

(Enter)

The guard rushed inside with a phone in his hands, "It was Signore Antonio. There is a problem."

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Hello everyone. I apologize for the small chapter. But I still hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you!