Mr Gorgeous

Chapter 3

POV:Alejandro

Why the fuck do people think they can play with my money and not be punished??? I am the leader of one of the most powerful mafias in the world and still people think they can fuck with me and not get burned.

 Sigh....when will they learn.

My first in command Mario Centiez  informed me 3 months ago that one of our many drug dealers has been taking some of the profit for a while now. The amount that he had taken amounted up to 100,000 dollars. I told Mario to send someone to his house to let him know he had 2 weeks to give me my shit back or he would be 6 feet under.

Unfortunately in this order of business there can be no signs of weakness. Every weak link has to be weeded out. If I let even one person step out of line then every one thinks they can step out of line and that just creates chaos. So when at the end of the 2 weeks he still didn't have the money I gave him a lil extension because I was feeling generous that day.

Sadly the dumb fuck still hadn't came up with the money so now it's time for him to be weeded out.

I was born into my job. Meaning I had no choice. I love my parents but I hate the life they gave me.

I am only 20 years old and I had to take over the mafia when I was only 18 because my father got sick. 

They only had one son and that was me so I am the one and only heir to the mafia. I have a sister but she's only 4 and this world isn't made for sweet little girls like her and we wanted her to have the most normal life possible.

If I died she could technically take over but the sexist ass people in the mafia probably wouldn't stand for it and would either vote her out or try to kill her to take her spot.

I have been trained since birth to be the mafia leader I am today, but I am not totally heartless. 

I refuse to kill innocent people and absolutely will never ever get into the human trafficking business. We are one of the few mafias who don't and although it does make a lot of money it makes me sick to think about selling women and children like they are pieces of meat.

Although I am the leader of the Mexican mafia I have been in the united states for around 2 years to keep the business we do here in check.

So right now I am on my way to the warehouse where we bring people who need to be "weeded out"

Mario said he had Roberto (the drug dealer who has been stealing my money) in here but that he had to take his kids too because they saw to much.

FUCK!! 

I hate when we have to bring innocents into business. It makes the whole process 100 times messier.

I always tell Mario to make sure no one is around while he collects people but I guess I have to do shit myself if I want it done right.

I walk into the room where it shows the footage of all the cells where we keep the people to be dealt with and start to watch the one where it shows Roberto. But something catches my eye. Not something but someone.

And She's beautiful.

I spot one of the most gorgeous girls I have ever seen tied to a chair and knocked out with a dent on her head that's bleeding. Seeing her hurt somehow makes my blood boil.

I'm not some type of man whore that sleeps with every girl with a heartbeat but I have certainly got around and have never found any of them particularly interesting. I never really liked any of them either. They always wanted me because of my looks, money, fame, and mystery.