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"Yes, that's correct. This rising gang could destroy the balance of—"

Cale Barrow, the Leader of a massive and influential Mafia, stopped in the middle of his explanation due to the loud sound that interrupted the meeting.

SLAM!

. . .

'Ah. . shit.' Barrow couldn't help but drop his serious demeanor as his lover's sharp eyes landed on him and him alone.

"Mm. . Hello there, Barrow." Cale leaned on the door frame, this was a highly disrespectful act towards everyone in the meeting room.

But could they complain?

No, of course they can't.

". . Hello, my dear." Barrow tried as hard as he can to not stutter while his lover continued to eye him.

"So," Cale starts. "Why the fuck are you not answering my calls and texts?" With every word laced in venom, no one dared to move their eyes from the table, suddenly finding it interesting.

"Did you know how worrying that is, considering that your life is on the line every fucking time you go out just because you're a Mafia Leader? Hm? You know that and yet you still didn't answer my calls, not even a damn message, and left me to worry?"

Ah.

Cale Barrow was getting scolded in front of his executives.

But he could only try his best to explain why he didn't answer his lover's calls and messages, knowing full well that it wouldn't work.

"I. . Was in the middle of a meeting . . . And the topic was important so I . . Put my phone on silent. . ."

"And you didn't bother check it? What's the fucking topic anyway." Cale couldn't help but get annoyed.

Cale has been touch starved since last month because of his boyfriend's busy schedule. Sure, Barrow did update him every now and then but that wasn't enough for Cale.

Cale wanted the hugs, the cuddles, the kisses. Cale wanted his boyfriend.

But Cale held back, he controlled himself knowing that what Barrow was doing is indeed important.

But.

But.

Barrow just had to ignore his calls and messages out of the blue!

And fuck was Cale damned worried. His boyfriend could be shot and bleeding somewhere or worse, dead.

Cale had tried calling his two trusted subordinates, Sayeru and Dorph, but they didn't pick up the fucking call.

Upon remembering, Cale shot a quick but menacing glare on said two trusted subordinates of his lover.

And boy did they check their phones, only to find almost a hundred missed calls and messages from the Redhead.

Then they went pale, almost deadly pale.

Yeah, they know they're fucked up after their liege's scolding from his boyfriend. It would be their turn by then.

". . There's this rising gang," Barrow started, careful with his words. "It's growing rapidly and could potentially threaten the balance of the underground businesses, companies and mafia's."

"And why is that?"

"Like I said, they're growing rapidly. And the damage their group is causing keeps increasing—"

Cale stopped Barrow. "And that's the reason you've been busy the whole month?" A tick mark appeared on Cale's forehead.

"Yes. ." Barrow muttered.

"And that's why you haven't been home?"

"Yes."

"Why you have been overworking?"

"Yes."

Cale didn't ask anything again and looked at everyone one by one instead, successfully asserting dominance in the process. Not like he needed to.

"You're all fucking useless." Cale stood straight.

"Letting your boss overwork just because of a gang you can destroy." Cale walked towards the table.

"Or, are you're positions just a display? Did Barrow pick out the wrong and incompetent people as his executives?" Cale snarled.

. . .

"Answer me, you incompetent bastards!" Then Cale slammed his hands on the table.

"No, sir!"

"Then don't let this happen next time. Or I'll personally slit your throats one by one. Sayeru and Dorph included." Owners of mentioned names flinched.

"But Cale—!" Barrow tried to stand up for the two.

But who was Barrow when Cale was angry?

"What? Got a fucking problem, Cale Barrow? Let's not forget that you're also a part of why I'm pissed off."

A powerless man, that, he is.

". . No."

"That's what I thought." Cale looked back at the 'incompetent bastards'. "Have I made myself clear or do you want an example of the result if this ever happens again."

"You were clear, Sire!"

Cale didn't hide his maniac-like grin as he looked at every standing member, they were not sitting anymore.

"Hand me fifty men. I'm gonna pay them a visit, and start a party." Cale headed for the door, turning his head to Barrow before leaving.

"Stay home with me and leave your work to them, I miss you." Cale's voice echoed throughout the silent room.

Barrow smiled fondly. "Of course, My Love. Have fun at the party!"

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BANG!

"Bad afternoon to all of you shitheads! There's quite a lot of you, I understand why you were a pain."

"Then shall we start the party, hm~?"

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The Mafia members of Barrow's Mafia all went back in one piece, but traumatized. All of them.

While Barrow and Cale we're cuddling in their warm home, the members were still recalling the events at the 'party'.
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Eyo, is that a Mafia AU right there? Yessir!

This is a mini-shot by the way!

How was it? I hope you had fun reading~

And I hope you're having a nice Morning, Afternoon or Evening!

Thank you all for reading, bye-bye~

[Author out!]

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