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Kalani Reed was a regular twenty-two year old woman who was trying to get the handle on her life. She worked at a small café, lived in a small apartment by herself, and had a kind of boyfriend. Back in highschool, she was one of those...
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ATHENS, GREECE
"WHERE'S THE GIRL?" Roman Matei asks, voice booming over the smooth music playing in the VIP section of yet another one of Giovanni's clubs.
As a diplomat of the Russian Mafia, Roman was Romanian born and stood at a whopping 6'4", barely towering over Giovanni by just two inches. Just based on his build alone, that was enough to intimidate anyone that decided to approach him. Giovanni was known to be fearless when it came to other men ━ hence why he didn't give a shit. Two women sat by Roman's side, both Russian also.
As it had turned out, Roman took part in helping Kellan with money in order to take out Alessandro Lazaro. As blinded by rage as Giovanni could be in the moment, he realized that if he were to put a bullet in the head of the Russian, a gang war would erupt.
In the Russian Mafia, they were a lot less organized and while the Italians would win considering their web of connections, Giovanni wasn't going to risk the lives of his men or anyone in the club just for revenge.
A scowl grows on Giovanni's already annoyed facial expression, his accent thickening in anger, "She is none of your business."
Roman's gaze doesn't falter as he sizes up the man in front of him. He knew the risk of starting a war as well.
"The man you are searching for has been looking for her," He starts, his arm moving from the back of the loveseat to sip his beer, "Give her to us in return for information on him."
Giovanni furrows his eyebrows. He, of course, wasn't even thinking about giving Kalani up, but he chose to entertain the conversation, "You would betray his honor?"
"It's until he pays us back for the money we lent him." Roman deadpans, now pushing the two women away.
Giovanni leans forward, trying to hide his amusement, "What makes you think we won't kill him as soon as we find him?"
"You are protective over the girl," Roman observes, "Now, if I have any experience ━ which I do ━ you won't kill her brother. If you did, then te-ar ura." she would hate you.
"So, why would I hand her over?" Giovanni questions, overlooking Roman's statement.
"Because you care more about capturing your father's killer than you do about the girl." Roman states boldly. Giovanni didn't think the man knew just how wrong he was.
Giovanni didn't even know it. As much as he could convince himself that he didn't care for the woman in that way, his body language told him otherwise.
He doesn't get a chance to retort when Mario leans forward. He'd been sitting in the armchair beside Giovanni, listening to the conversation intently, "If we didn't know better, Mr. Matei, you seem to be antagonizing Cosa Nostra. And that usually leads towards war."
Roman shakes his head with an innocent smirk on his face, "I mean no harm. Just business. So, do we have a deal?"
Giovanni leans back in his seat as if he was thinking about the decision. His mind was already made up ━ he wasn't risking Kalani's life for something he could do himself.
"Nessun accordo." No deal.
Roman hides his shock with a stoic nod, "So be it." He then stands but Giovanni puts a finger up.
"You think we would overlook the fact that you assigned him to kill the Don?" His voice was low and deadly as he spoke, poison dripping from his tongue, "Sit down."
Roman pauses when he sees Giovanni's men emerge from the darkest parts of the room, their hands clasped in front of them. He sighs and complies with Giovanni's demands.
"You see, my father used to tell me, 'People try to stop your success because they lack vision.'" Giovanni starts, "What, pray tell, was your vision?"
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"YOU KNOW THIS WILL START a war..." Mario highlighted as he sat back in his seat.
"He started it." Giovanni says, wiping the blood from his fingers. Needless to say, Roman hadn't gone down easy. Giovanni might have lost his temper and taken a steak knife to the Russian's leg.
"Regardless, abbiamo una guerra tra le mani." We have a war on our hands. Dante repeated Mario's point in frustration, running his hand through his gelled down hair.
The fight no longer included only Kellan. At the revelation that the Russians were involved, the sphere widened exponentially. And Giovanni wouldn't feel satisfied until they were all put down.
He only let Roman leave with a warning... and a limp.
Giovanni grimaces, very annoyed, "Informare gli uomini al castello." Inform the men at the castle. "Aumentare la sicurezza nelle aziende." Heighten security at the businesses.
While this is the last thing Giovanni wanted, he got himself into it and he'll be damned if he doesn't get out of it alive.
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k so roman is played byyyyy *asap rocky voice* yessirr that pretty mo'fucka, florian 😍😍🥵🥵
so ive been feeling sick all day, so trust, i would've had this chapter out a lot earlier but ive been sleeping it off 🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️
and gio let his temper get the best of him and he started a whole ass warr 🙈🙈 oop━
anyways i would've written the whole scene where he stabbed him and all but im still a bit shaky 🤷🏾♀️ it's a short chapter too so 😭
