Page 4 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince
“Strike them hard where it hurts the most. I want to see their end, Luca.”
Fuck.
Father walks to the door and turns to look at me. His eyes are full of anger. “Cut every tie with Salvatore’s son. I don’t ever want to see you with him again. This is war; don’t disappoint me,mio figlio(my son).”
I swallow hard as I ball both my hands into a fist.
Father shuts the door behind him and I let out an exasperated sigh. I’ve known Giovanni all my life and never once did I ever think we’d become enemies. My father has left me no choice but to retaliate.
In this business, the number one rule is to always be ruthless unless you are viewed as weak and would be easily clipped.
My thoughts are interrupted by the beeping sound of my phone in my pocket. I take it out to see a message from Gianna wanting to meet tonight. Last night ended abruptly, as she needed to get home before her over-protective brother suspected anything. He kept calling while we were just about to have another round of sex.
If only she knew how much my family resents hers. I don’t get a chance to reply to her text as I receive a call from Santino. He works for me as the manager of our transport business. It is a cover to smuggle arms and drugs freely into the city. “Santino.”
“We have a problem, Boss.”
My chest tightens, hearing him speak. What the hell could be wrong this time? “Fucking spill it,” I say anxiously. I stand up, holding the edge of the desk.
“One of the trucks got seized by the authorities. Dre and Miro are in custody at the moment.”
“They’ll be fucking dead if I get my hands on them. How the fuck did you let this happen?”
Father cannot learn of this. The talk about the Mancinis has done enough already to ruin his mood. Learning about the truck would make it all worse. Fuck, he’ll think I’m not capable of running the family’s business.
“Fucking answer me!” I’m trying hard not to lose it yet and keep my voice down. Mother could be nearby. I can’t let either of them find out.
“Someone snitched on us. We caught one of Mancini’s men.”
Damn it.
Father was right. I can’t let them continue to strike us without having our revenge. “Where are you?”
“The warehouse at Ozone Park.”
I walk to the door and grip the handle hard, hurriedly opening the door. “Wait for me there; I’ll meet you soon.”
I leave my father’s home office in a rush as I slip my car keys out of my pocket.
Mother is in the living room when I walk into the room. She is just as beautiful as always, seated on the sofa with her glasses on. She has a purple dress on with her legs crossed. Her brown hair is in a high bun.
She shifts her gaze from the newspaper she has in front of her to me for a moment, then back to the paper. “Why are you in a hurry all of a sudden,mio figlio?”
“Santino needs me. I’ll see you soon,Madre.”
I move closer to her and place a kiss on her forehead.
She remains silent as I walk out of the house and I thank the heavens for that.
Two of my father’s men, heavily armed with rifles, are standing beside my car. I take out my ash-colored Hennessey Venom F5. They both nod in greeting as I unlock my car and slide into it. I start the engine immediately and drive out of my father’s residence.
The truck they had seized contained our new shipment of cocaine and drugs. A problem that costs me a lot of fuckingil denaro(money)!
The Mancinis have recently done enough to make me lose it. I had been holding back because of Giovanni and most especiallybecause of Gianna; I didn’t want to start a war with her family. Well, not anymore.
In this business, I cannot afford to let my feelings affect my decisions.
I drive to our warehouse in Queens and make my way to Ozone Park. Four hefty armed men surround the building. They watch me closely as I pull the car to a stop and get out in a rush.
