Antonio
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A/N
Before you start reading, please note that I DO NOT speak Italian therefore I resorted to Google translate for assistance so if there are any mistakes please don't call me out on em but kindly correct me. Thanks! Now onto the chapter! 😁
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I was working in my office when I get interrupted by a knock on my door.
"come in" I speak keeping my eyes glued on my laptop screen as I continue typing.
"sup Toni" lifting my head up and there stood my cousin, best friend and 2nd in command, Nathan.
Plus he's one of the few people who are allowed to call me Toni, everyone else calls me 'capo' which means boss in italian.
"yeah what's up?" I ask sitting back.
"well our lil friend Mike still hasn't paid his debt..." he starts but drags on which tells me there's more.
"mhh hmm?" I question.
"but he's making it rain 6 days a week at strip clubs so that means-" he starts only to get cut off by me.
"that means that lil bitch has been lying to me" I say through clenched teeth.
"yup, but! We got his location"
And with that, I'm out of my chair, I close my laptop, grab my blazer and head out as Nathan follows behind. When we get outside I see 3 SUV's already awaiting us. Getting in one we all drive off one after another while Nathan tells our team what's going to happen once we get there.
Upon arrival at the club Xavier, one of our most trusted assassins knocks the bouncers out as we make our way in. As if feeling our presence a lot of people in the club who recognize us widen their eyes in shock as they move out the way in fear.
Well they should be if they are in the presence of one of the most powerful mafia leader.
We head up to the vip section and the first thing I see when I walk in is that fucker holding a money gun, making it rain like there's no tomorrow with a cigar on his lips which held a grin and the table filled with expensive bottles scattered everywhere with strippers all around the room.
"Mike, Mike, Mike" I say with each step as he tenses up.
"I'm hurt by the fact that I wasn't invited to this... Actually to any of your parties" I furrow my eyebrows walking over to him.
Turning to the dancers, I growl a, "get tf out!" as I watch them all scurry out of the room.
"Toni, this isn't what it looks like" he defends himself.
Who still uses that line?
"It's Mr Bandoni to you and it's exactly what it looks like and to me it looks like you are over here drinking and spending my money then turn around and lie to my face when I oh so kindly ask for it" I state.
"M-Mr Bandoni, please. I'll give you your money" he stutters.
"I'm done chasing you around Mike, now it's either you give me my money now in cash or I kill you. Simple as that" I respond while taking out my glock 17 placing it on my side.
"which one will it be" I ask.
"I don't have 2 million right now man. Please" he begs.
Pathetic
