Scalice

Wake Up

"Vito wake the fuck up" I woke with a jolt from my deep sleep and reached for my pistol that I slept with tucked under my pillow before I realized who it was on the other side of the door.

"I'm coming, fuck!" I sighed as the knocking stopped. Standing slowly I ran my fingers through my dark wavy hair as I stretched yawning and made my way to the door undoing all the locks.

"Thank god Vito I been out here yelling for fucking twenty minutes" Carlo's big figure burst passed me into my apartment. Carlo was a beefy guy he wasn't tall at least not compared to my size and he wasn't in too good of shape either. Let's just say you don't want to leave him near any cannolis.

"Yeah just come on in you fat fuck" I roll my eyes as I close my door back up

"Oh fuck you Vito, your pop wants us down at the compound. He wanted us down there an hour ago but someone don't believe in waking up" Carlo called out with his fat head shoved in one of my cabinets looking for food.

"There is nothing in there" I informed him and chuckled when I heard him swear as I made my way back to my room to shower and change.

Stepping out of the shower I wrapped a towel around my lower body as I stood in the mirror getting ready to shave.

"Carlo you know why pop wants to see us?" I call out from the bathroom. My pop never really wanted me in this lifestyle hell since uncle Tommy I didn't want to be in it myself but I'm the oldest so one day I will have to take over.

"No boss he didn't say he just told me and I quote 'go get your dumb ass friend' I figured he meant you" He replied with his mouth stuffed probably with the last of my chips. Carlo was one of my best friends but lately he was starting to wear my patience thin.

Chuckling I finished shaving and wiped the remainder of the shaving cream off before walking towards my closet to pull on one of my favorite Armani suits. Looking into my full length mirror I fixed my tie before running my fingers through my hair that was starting to dry.

"Let's go fat ass" chuckling as I slapped him on the back of the head as I grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet off my kitchen counter before making my way towards the door.

"Fuck you Vito! am I driving or you?" He asked as I hear him close my door behind him.

Calling for the elevator I shrug and stepped in once the door opens leaning against the wall I pressed the button for the lobby.

"I'll drive my sunglasses are in my car anyway" I mumble my decision before stepping into the foyer of the lobby I nodded at the door man who was actually one of my father's men.

"Which one will it be today Boss?" Rocco the doorman ask

"Red one, thank you" I stated in response as I began to fix the cuff to my black button down and pick a piece of lint off my black suit jacket before shrugging it on.

Hearing the rev of an engine as my baby pulled up outside I stepped into the fall air of the busy city and walk around to the driver's side of the newest addition to my collection, my red Audi R8. Now if you know me you know how much I love my damn cars probably the best thing about being with this whole family thing.

"Carlo I swear you dirty anything in this car I'll chop your balls off and feed em to your dog while you watch." Shooting him a quick warning glance I step into the car with ease pushing the seat back so my legs have enough space just before turning my head so I can enjoy the show of the dumb ass to awkwardly climb in.

"Jesus Vito couldn't buy a truck?" He grunts stuffing himself uncomfortably into the car before closing the door.

Shutting mine I put it in drive and swiftly pull out onto the street heading towards the family compound.

"I do have a truck, just like my cars more" Shrugging I pick up speed once i merged onto the highway hitting 100.

"Fucking hell Vito slow down I wanna live you know?"

"All you fucking do is whine you sure you aren't a broad?" Reaching for the radio I turn it up higher so I don't have to listen to him as I shift gears and pick up speed.

The ride was quick thanks to no traffic. Pulling up to the tall walls along the outside of the family's' grounds, I drove towards the big iron gates that were being watched by five guards; three in front and two behind. Lowering my window I stopped right in front.

"Boss go ahead" one of them gestured for the two behind to pull the gates open. Waving my hand slightly in a thankful manner I pulled into the compounded and parked my car in front of the main house. Hopping out the car I handed Carlo the keys.

"Lock her up for me I'm gonna go talk to pop" not waiting for a response I rushed up to the house knocking twice. When one of the associates opened the door a crack peeking through like always.

"Oh hey boss" greeting me he backed away and allowed the door to open just enough to let me in

"How you doing Pauly?" I asked patting his cheek as I walk by.

"Great boss, Don Vito is downstairs in the cellar."

"Thank you" I mumbled my nerves kicking in a bit hopping I hadn't done something stupid last night when I was wasted.

Walking through to the kitchen I stopped and stared at the tiles that had since that one night been changed, but the room still gave me chills.

"Vito my boy is that you?" A sweet voice called from the hallway.Turning I smiled and caught the little old lady up in an embrace.

"Hi mama" Kissing her forehead I hugged her tight.

"Oh I missed you Vito, you need to visit more" her thick Italian accent always made me chuckle. Nodding I explained I'd be back up after I spoke to my father.

"Pop?!" Walking down the steps as I called out to him.

Rounding a corner I saw him hunched over reading a wine bottle that must be for dinner.

"Vito how are you my son?" He asked in Italian.

"I'm great pop thank you, Carlo said you wanted to see me?" Leaning against a tall rack of wine I watched my father who in the past years has become so weak and seemed almost small. But I know he is strong even with all the people that want to see him fall.

"Yes, your sister is getting married to that Charlie guy." My father's unhappiness showed so clearly on his wrinkled face.

"Did he come ask for your permission for her hand?" Arching an eyebrow I watch him, I hate that Charlie,  he's a real piece of work only thing that stops me for taking care of that scum bag is my baby sister.

"No he just asked her all these men now have no respect I don't care what year it is you must ask woman's papa." His thick accent made it almost hard to understand but my father has always jumbled his English making it sound even worse when he is really pissed.

"So you want me to go straighten him out?" I heard the excitement in my voice and I knew he picked it up because he chuckled.

"No Vito leave it, I need you to go talk to that chief of police Perez at his home you know the place. He's got no respect and is asking for even more money and I don't want to give that prick shit". My father's displeasure was stitched into the scowl on his face. So I knew asshole was asking for too much.

"Alright pop I'll take a couple of the guys with me." Giving my father a quick hug, I turned and went back up the steps fixing my tie. Annoyed that this Chief of Police thinks he has the balls to pull one over on one of the most powerful Don's in the world.