Giovanni Vitale is a mafia boss known as Ghost, he's leaving from a business trip in France when he decides to stop at a brothel to get laid for the night before going home. Instead of a lady of the night, he found interest in the fiery bartender wh...
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Who knew these French fuckers were so hard to deal with. It took me two weeks to get through these motherfuckers. Normally I would send my seconds to do this job but these dickheads are hard to please. They almost made me lost the shipment from Russia and that was some pure shit. I can't afford to lose my Russian connection because of these French connections. "Ghost you need to come home now we have other business to take care of. The Frenchmen took up too much of your time" my second in command barked in my ears over the phone.
"They did but I got them to take another shipment and we're going to trade this one for some high powered weapons some shit we haven't seen before". I shouted back at Scar as I make my way to my jeep that's waiting for me on the busy streets of France
"what about the Russians? Are they ok with you trading with the French?" He asked sounding a little worried, knowing these people it takes nothing for them to fuck you over, so I can't blame him if he feels worried
"It shouldn't fucking matter they got their payments in full," I said in a stern voice to reassure him. "Scar we have to keep both connect their hatred towards each other has nothing to do with us."
"you go a point". He said before he continues to ramble on "listen you need to come back right away. The Loretto organization looks like their cookie is about to crumble and this is our chance to take it over" he informed with the news I've been waiting for all along, finally the older fucker Loretto decides to step back. I need to get some tension release if I'm going to deal with him when I get back "I'll be back in the morning," I replied to him, I can picture him with that grimmy expression he loves to wear
"Why morning the jet is already in Paris waiting for you." I smile as I hear him shouting out in my ears sounding upset.
"Scar I've been in Paris for two weeks trying to get these fuckers to trade with us I think I deserve some French pussy". I barked at him as I'm starting to feel frustrated and dying of a release
"Ok fine I'm holding down until you get back. Now go find yourself titi bar and help yourself out." He shot back before hanging up.
I hang up the phone after the little conversation with Scar as I climb in the back of my Lexus Jeep that's waiting for me. The first thing I tell my driver is to find me the nearest brothel. After driving for about twenty minutes he stopped at a titti bar called a Touch of Heaven.
"This is the closest one I could find boss," Sloan said to me as he parked outside the erotic club
"Well let's see if they'll let the devil in," I said to him as I gesture for him to park so that we could head inside. After about five minutes he finds parking then we head inside with a few more of my men who were traveling behind me. We stepped inside looking around making sure it's a decent place I could get my cock sated for the night
