Dominix POV
Oh these idiots!
This is the bad part of being the leader of all the gangs in our city.Dealing with the little people.
"Now you listen to me tough guy, who do you work for?! Huh?! Is it the Cartel??! The Maurices?!".
He shook his head vigorously,"No Pére. My cousin Pierre was only trying to make some money for our mother who's lying in the hôpital with cancer."he said sadness in his voice
I took him by the collar ,my two men behind me flinched and stepped a millimeter forward,I took out my gun and held it to this disgrace of a Frenchman's head and threateningly low said, "You want sympathy, je suis désolé à les mére de fils your brother murdered. Go to your brother and tell him the Dom says, if he doesn't stop dealing, it won't be just your mére dying.Comprends tu?"
His eyes held unshed tears as he nodded,"Oui Pére." And then he scattered off into the alleyway.I turned to Jacques and Stone, "You think his worth the trouble?" I asked as we got in the car and drove to the mansion, " Non Pére, aucun probléme" Jacques smirked as we sped past a red light.
It was a strange night, we had heard rumours that one of our men was killing off innocents and dealing a foreign drug, so my link in the police station suggested we check it out. Ah but it was only a peu petit. The gal that one of my men would upstage anothers property, I knew this land belonged to my friend Silver, for her still owed me his life of serving for it.My thoughts were carried far from there to a strange feeling of nostalgia, where was my mother, was she out there with other kids, was she happy....no! These thoughts always led me to the one place I vowed never to return to, the Convent. These thoughts would sometimes keep me up late night to the morning hours but alas it was a lost cause because as Mother Louise said, if she loved me enough,I would've been a different man,living a different life,possibly married and those are the worst.Commitment. Its a hard word to digest. I could never commit.
These thoughts stopped as we entered the mansions gate and Stone parked the car. Stone is a man of little words but his loyalty can never be questioned. A billet had grazed him too many times as he had saved my life many times. For the conversation he lacked, Jacques gained, Jacques or Jay, could talk about anything and everything, always the playful one but serious when it came to business, like now for instance, " Man, it never fails me to see how miserably scared they get when they see you Nix. What do they see? Cause I see a skinny man in black tights?!" He laughed, even Stone chuckled at my expense.
"They aren't tights Jay, they're pure leather jeggings", I said but immediately regretted it as soon as they both let out boisterous laughs,"Jeggings Stone! The most notorious French mafia leader is wearing jeggings!"they burst out into laughter again and I rolled my eyes
It was later that night, I had woke up with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, normally feelings like these lead to attacks on my men, so I grabbed my gun and put it in my sock, I rose from the bed and walked to the kitchen, when I wake up like this I normally drink milk so thats what I did while I gazed out of the window. It was storming, thunder, lighting, heavy rain. Strange weather this city has. I was enjoying the quiet and watching the storm when I caught movement in my eyesight, a figure carrying a brown something, I took out my pager and paged Jacques and Stone, they ran out the separate entrance and shot at the figure but the person ran and jumped back over the gate. I set my milk down and swiftly walked to the door, there stood the two of them and the rest of my men, soaking wet, watching me, waiting. We all looked at the woven basket when we heard a screech.
I bended down, my men held their guns ready, I opened the basket and there laid the most deceiving creature ever created. A baby
Authors Note
Okay....Hi☺
My second authors note, so you've met Nix, really great guy, awesome persona.Any ideas what I could name her?
Translation
Pére ~ Father
Hôpital ~ Hospital
Je suis désolé à les mére de fils~ Apologize to the mother and son
Mére ~ Mother
Comprends tu~ Do you understand
Oui Pére~ Yes Father
Non Pére, aucun probléme~ No Father, not a problem
peu petit ~little boy
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The Mafias Daughter
De TodoPierre Dominix The cruelest mafia leader of all the world, the Dom, the merciless fighter.Until he one night, with a thirst for milk, he ventured to his kitchen and heard the doorbell of his mansion. He readied his gun and opened the door.He looked...
