“Thank you all for meeting with us.” I glance around at members of the commission.
“Of course. Tell us, what is the meaning of this meeting, Bastiano?” Giuseppe of the Morel family of Chicago calls out.
“I called you here to ask permission to execute Fillipo Mascapano. He kidnapped the woman I love along with her two friends and held them captive. He did this in hopes of luring me in to execute me, which you know is a high offense.”
“Do you have proof of this son?” Charles from the Guiela family demands.
I grit my teeth.
“I saw him with my own eyes. His son died in the warehouse they were being held. All three women can describe him to a t. What more proof do you need?”
They hesitate. Then Frank from the Terranova of family from Detroit speaks.
“You know we placed this rule in place after your father executed several of his capos with no rhyme or reason. We don’t take these accusations lightly, but we also don’t want another massacre on our hands. We are trying to lay low. The FBI has done a great job of making the mafia seem extinct. We need to keep it this way.”
“So, you are denying me? He came after my family.”
Frank sighs.
“We are denying your request at this time. Bring us proof and we will condone it. If he makes another move on you, you have permission to defend yourself and your family how you see fit. With that being said, we deny the right to seek him out and execute him.”
“Thank you.” I bark out as I stand and leave the room.
What a joke!
My father always said the commission was full of pansies dicking around.
Seems I need to take matters into my own hands. Even if it means taking the commission down one member at a time.
Sofia
“Bella, you are glowing.”
I smile as Uncle Tony gives me a hug.
After taking a couple of days to rest, okay fuck, I went back to work against Bash’s wishes. He said I didn’t need to work. That he would financially support me. I couldn’t do it though. I actually love helping Uncle Tony. It’s the family business. Besides, Mia and Izzy went back to work too so it just seemed right.
“Thank you, Uncle. How are things here?”
I take a seat behind the desk in the office. Ever since Gina vanished, Uncle Tony has needed help with the books. Thankfully, I was able to step into that role. Especially since we have 3 new servers on top of Mia and Izzy.
“Good. The girls are doing good. Business has been better than normal. I don’t know what you did, but it has drummed up a lot of business for us. Those new specials seem to be working too.”
What I did was set us up on social media. Each day we run a different special. I post that special to the social media pages and share in groups and such. We get a lot more tourists now, which we weren’t reaching before.
That also means that Bash no longer holds his meetings here. I’m not complaining though. I get to see him every night. After everything that happened, he talked me into moving in with him.
Okay. He didn’t talk me into it. He fucked me into submission. After days of marathon sex in every position you can think of I finally agreed that it might be best for me to stay there. It doesn’t hurt that he wakes me with a morning surprise each morning. This morning it was his dick in my ass, something I am finding that I really enjoy.
I shake myself out of my thoughts.
“I’m glad. I am going to work on the books a bit then go out and help.”
“Okay, Bella. I will be out here if you need me.”
Hours later, a knock on the door pulls me out of the number filling my head.
“Tesoro, you look like you have been working hard.”
