Anthony
"Hey Mari, could you please schedule all my meetings from 1 PM to 5 PM? I'm on my way," I quickly told my assistant on the phone, wrapping up the call before turning my attention to the driver.
"Is there any chance we can pick up the pace? I'm gonna miss the meeting for fuck's sake." I hissed, a bit agitated.
"Apologies, sir. We'll be at the office shortly," he responded, his voice apologetic as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.
I let out a sigh and leaned back, running my fingers through my hair.
My schedule had been jam-packed lately. Juggling my regular business and my role in the Mafia was quite a task, but I somehow managed to find a balance.
Today was another hectic day. I was supposed to be deep into a meeting with some crucial clients by now. But thanks to my leisurely driver, I was already running ten minutes behind.
Lovely
Unexpectedly, the car came to a sudden halt in the middle of a deserted highway. I peered out the window, puzzled, and then turned my gaze to the driver.
"Where are we? Why did we stop? Come on, let's move! I'm about to be seriously late!" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.
He continued to ignore me, stepping out of the car. Annoyed, I followed suit and slammed the car door behind me.
"What's the issue now? A flat tire or something?" I pressed, growing frustrated as he remained indifferent and started walking away from the car.
Seriously, what is up with this moron?
"Enough of this!" I reached for my gun tucked at the back of my waistband, but the sensation of cold metal against my head froze me.
"Ah ah ah, not so fast handsome. That's mine now," a girl's voice piped up from behind, causing me to slowly raise my hands in surrender.
She disarmed me, taking the gun, and I cautiously turned around to face her. Unfortunately, she wore a black mask, obscuring her identity.
She wasn't alone. Another car, black as well, pulled up behind mine. Two masked girls emerged from the front seats, guns trained on me.
"We're here to give you a heads-up," the girl in front of me stated.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing from you. Our boss just wants to deliver a friendly warning," she replied, to which I couldn't help but scoff.
"Right, because you three sure look the part to deliver such friendly news."
A smirk danced on her lips. "We're not here to play nice. That's why—"
Before I knew it, she shot my arm, pain flaring as I tumbled to the ground, gripping my wounded limb and groaning.
"Our boss only wants one thing from you: stay away from the Royal Mafia. Let us handle our mission—which is to take the Royal title from Gabriella if she doesn't surrender it this month. So back off, forget about your little vendetta game against the Antonios, you can continue to play family war some other time so don't even think of getting in our way. Got it?"
I struggled to stand, the pain making it tough, so I ended up seated on the ground, clutching my bleeding arm.
"Why on earth should I listen to a bunch of little girls who don't know what they're talking about?" I snapped, my frustration boiling.
She exchanged glances with her squad before focusing on me again.
"You'll listen to us, and you'll take this threat seriously. Cause if you don't, your parents won't celebrate their 50th anniversary next Friday at that fancy Italian joint in Sicily, 7 PM sharp. Wondering how I know? Easy, we have eyes and ears everywhere, and I can easily make a call to take them out if needed."
Rage surged through me, giving me the strength to rise to my feet. I pointed a finger at her, my voice venomous.
"Touch anyone in my family, or anyone in my Mafia, and you'll regret it."
She rolled her eyes. "Now's not the time to make any threats, Anthony. So better remember what I just told you and think it over. And, oh, he's got tabs on you too, so don't even think about brushing this off. Stay away from the Royal Mafia. They're our business now."
With that, she sauntered back to their car, gun still trained on me. As they sped away, I eased into the backseat, grimacing as I held my arm. Dizziness washed over me, and I fumbled for my phone.
"Hello?"
"Ty, I need you to come pick me up."
YOU ARE READING
My First, My Last, My Everything
Romance(Book 1: Royal Mafia series) In the perilous world of organized crime, Gabriella Merliah Antonio stands as the enigmatic leader of 'The Royals,' the most powerful and feared Mafia syndicate across Mexico and America. With her stunning beauty and fi...
