Reign Of The Mafia ✔

EIGHTEEN

Gianni's POV

"Romero, Romano and Rosa, Uncle Giovanni is taking you to see grandfather. There's something important he needs to talk to you about." I said to the triplets who where walking their way in the house.

"Ché cosa? No, I'm not going anywhere. Olivia is coming to see me after a week and here I am, but my big brother wants me to leave." She said her jaw locked looking at me angrily.

"Olivia is not going anywhere Rosa, you can still see her tomorrow." I state. "You leaving and you not going to argue with me about this."

"Cazzo," she screeches and stomps her way upstairs. I sigh not understanding the reason why she's angry with me.

I make my way to my study to finish the paper work for the business. I still need to organise the meeting with my men. Ever since I got back, everything has been even more stressful.

After an hour or so, still trying to get through the paper work. I hear a knock on my door. I was about to answer when I see Jonathan letting himself.

"Sure, you may come in." I said sarcastically and he rolls his eyes.

"Gian, we found something." Jonathan said.

I stop what I was doing and look up at him. "What you talking about?"

"Seriously Gianni," he sighs slapping his forehead. "Faccia di merda, I found one of the witnesses to your father's accident."(asshole)

"Ché cosa?"(What)

"We holding him down in one of the cells." He sternly replied.

I sigh frustratingly and stood up. Jonathan opens the door leading the way. My fist were clenched as I try to calm myself down. There's something not right about the whole accident that I can't seem to shake off.

The man is tied up on chair his face full of blood and bruises. He looks at me his eyes filled with fear and sympathy. I remove my blazer and fold my long sleeve shirt. Jonathan hands me my knuckle buster. The man's eyes widen with fear as he is looking at me.

"What's his name?" I ask Jonathan.

"His name is Christian James, 39 years old. Born in Ohio, moved to Italy at the age of 9. Lives with his 13 year old daughter." He answered just what I need to hear.

"You are going to tell me what happened the day of the accident,"

"I don't know what you talking about man," he stutters.

"Wrong." I said giving him a hard punch.

"18 years ago there was an accident. A truck collied in a black Mercedes-Benz, the truck driver ended up getting away and still now no one know who or where he is." He silently stares at me. I punch him harder each time he doesn't answer.

He wasn't cracking. I got frustrated and pulled out my knuckle buster and took out my gun, pointing it at his face.

"Ok, ok fine I'll start talking." He said coughing out blood. "I don't remember much but I saw someone paying the truck driver money."

"Who was that person and how did he look like?" I question him.

"TALK YOU SON OF BITCH." I shout angrily my voice murderous.

I-I promise you, I know nothing-

BANG

His body drops down dead on the floor. My anger had risen more and more when he didn't want to talk. I hear something drop from the far end and I see a tiny body of a woman.

"What the fuck?" I mutter under my breath when I notice who it was.

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