TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE
SMOKING/ALCOHOL
BLOOD/DEATH/GORE
My hand rested under my chin, my finger tapping my lip as I waited. I was getting more impatient by the second.
I sat upright and rubbed my hands together looking at the man across from me. His arms were bound tightly to the wooden chair he was forced in. His face was cut and bruised, with dried blood staining his dark tanned skin. I may have given him a slight beating. I wasn't afraid to get my hands dirty. "Non te lo chiederò di nuovo, cosa hai fatto con i soldi che hai rubato? (I'm not going to ask again, what did you do with the money you stole?)" I spoke slowly.
The man chuckled hoarsely. "Pensi che te lo direi? Non so dove sia e anche se lo sapessi, non te lo direi (Do you think I would tell you? I don't know where it is and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you)" He looked at me with a mad glimmer in his eyes. A sight I did not like.
"Very well." I pulled out a gun from my belt and held it to the mans forehead. I clicked the trigger and he was instantly dead. His head hung to the side as blood poured out of the gaping hole in his skull.
I placed the gun back into my belt and turned around to see Raphael staring at me, his brow raised. "What are you going to do now?" He asked as he rubbed his faint stubble. "Now?...let's go and have some fun." I looked at him and smirked. Raphael chuckled and headed to the car with me.
He was my uncle Mariano's son, my cousin and a skilled sharpshooter. I sat across from him in the car. He was only a year younger than me at eighteen. No one knew about his existence until his mother died and my uncle took him in, trained him and made him into the man he was today. He was only seven when his mother died. I feel somewhat sorry for him because both my parents are alive and they have given me their greatest legacy.
For I am Vicenzo Ferrari Hernandez, the boss of the Italian-American Mafia.
I pulled out a cigarette pack from my suit jacket and handed Raphael a cigarette. He took out his lighter, lit up his cigarette and also mines. I looked at him, he looked just like his dad. Tall, dark haired with a resting bitch face. Hell, I even looked similar my dad.
"What are you going to do about the money?" Raphael asked as he relaxed back. "I'll find it." I licked my lips and also relaxed back, the soft leather seat embracing me. "I've no doubt of it." He grinned.
I'll find the money that was stolen from me. No one steals from me and lives. Who do these pathetic shits think they are?
The car soon stopped and my door was opened by my guard. "Thank you Sergio." I nodded as I stepped into the dark night. Sergio was my most loyal guard, he would take a bullet for me and I admired his skills.
He nodded back in response and held a hand on his gun in his belt looking around. I breathed in the cool air and smiled to myself when I saw some women looking in my direction. We stopped at a casino, the Santa Maria in Italy. It just so happens to be my uncle Mariano's club. The face was a casino but it was known for its underground boxing arena. A place where very bad people gathered.
"Oh shit." Raphael muttered as he rubbed his neck. I looked at what he saw. "Your ex girlfriend right?" I stated as I watched the brunette giggle and walk away with her friends. The streetlights were dim so they soon disappeared into the night.
"A fucking bitch. Don't know what I was thinking." Raphael grumbled as he walked towards the casino. I did not care, he had the looks, women practically fell at his knees. Me on the other hand, business was far more important but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy myself if I wanted to.
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I entered the casino after him being followed by Sergio and two more guards. Everyone inside the large room turned to look our way. Their sights solely on us, we walked slow, our heads high and not a hint of emotion shown. They knew who we were. We were untouchable. I stopped at the bar and soon enough everyone resumed their business. They knew I was here and that was enough.
"Two shots of vodka." I addressed the man behind the counter. "Sure thing boss." He nodded and poured them out. I handed one to Raphael and we clinked glasses and drank them straight.
I was born into a Mafia, this life was all I knew. I loved every part of it, the power, the freedom and the respect.
We walked over to the back of the room and past some double doors to find the boxing ring. "Is he here?" I asked Raphael. His eyes searched the loud crowded arena as did mines. "I can't see him." He sighed. I ran a hand through my dark hair and rubbed my stubble.
"He's here." I stated as I walked across to the booths. I knew he was here. The very man who I suspected of stealing my money. I glanced every so often at the different booths, checking to see who was inside them.
Suddenly, I stopped at one when I saw the bastard. I walked into the booth and the man stood up and so did his two friends.
"Relax sit." I gestured as I took a seat in the booth. I placed my legs atop the low coffee table which was littered with empty glasses and alcohol. I smirked as I watched the men pale and promptly sit back down. Raphael also took a seat and started to pour out a drink.
"Giuro che non sono stato io (I swear it wasn't me)" The man breathed out with wide eyes. I noticed his erratic heartbeat, his voice trembled ever so slightly and his face gleamed in the low lighting. Definitely was you, you fucking shit.
"Accetto di non essere d'accordo. Non mentirmi. Ora vuoi farlo nel modo più semplice o nel modo più difficile? (I agree to disagree. Do not lie to me. Now do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?)" I smirked as I watched him shuffle on his ass. The man looked to Raphael, perhaps he thought he would help or perhaps he thought he would show mercy. But I knew better. Raphael had no mercy, much like myself.
Are we murderers? Maybe so. I'd like to call it necessary culling. No one innocent dies, at least not by my hand.
"I'm waiting and let me tell you now, I don't like waiting." I spoke as I glanced at the rolex on my wrist. The man breathed in sharply though his nose and rubbed his face. He knew was a dead man.
"I soldi sono in Via Arno sette, Cassino. (The money is at seven Via Arno, Cassino)" The man admitted. He knew he was fucked regardless if he told me or not but it was wiser to tell me. I smirked and interlaced my fingers. "See wasn't that easy. Now how would you like to go." I looked at all the three men.
They gulped and looked at me with fear filled eyes. "Non abbiamo fatto nulla, per favore lasciaci andare. (We haven't done anything, please let us go)" The two so called friends of the man begged. How utterly pathetic. They stood up to leave and I pointed a finger down. "Sit." I growled.
And sit they did. Fucking pussies. There's nothing worse than disloyalty.
"I do hope you have repented your sins because it's going to be incredibly hot where your headed." I smirked as I watched the men. "Go ahead Sergio." I announced, my voice raised to battle the noise in the arena.
He pointed his gun at the men and one by one they were shot. Their bodies fell to the ground and Raphael threw his glass at the wall where it cracked into a million pieces. I looked at him with wide eyes. "What the fuck?" I shook my head.
"My dad won't care. Besides he's in Hawaii. What he doesn't know won't hurt." Raphael smirked. "You are a fucking ass you know that right?" I chuckled as I stood up.
He patted my back and chuckled. "Come on let's go I'm shattered." He headed out of the booth. I looked down at the dead men. "Sergio, send some men to retrieve the money and find someone to clean this mess." I ordered.
"Yes boss." He nodded, his eyes dark and sharp. He was a tall man built with muscle and very intimidating. "Was this the easy way or the hard way?" He asked as he too looked down at the dead men. I hummed. "Let's say easy."
I headed home in an SUV along with Raphael who brought along a girl. Why must he bring random girls home is beyond even my comprehension. The girl was giggling as he whispered into her ear and I simply ignored them.
After arriving home, to my moms house, Raphael promptly took the girl up to his room for some 'fun'. I again ignored them and went into my room and took a shower. It was late and I was extremely tired. It was a good thing my parents were in America otherwise Raphael would have had his ass beat.
I lay on my bed in only my boxers and closed my eyes. "Papi." I heard a females voice utter. My hand clasped my gun which was on my bedside table. I opened my eyes and groaned internally. "Get the fuck out." I growled.
That did not stop the girl and I rubbed my eyes. "Raphael!" I yelled. Not ten seconds passed and he was in my room, also in his boxers. He looked at me and then at the girl. "Bella (Beautiful) what are you doing here?" He asked.
"She's obviously after a better fuck." I chuckled teasing Raphael. The girl blushed and scrunched her red dress in her hands. "Fuck off." He swore back while giving me the finger. He was so childish at times.
"You fuck off, this is my room. Get out." I pointed my hand at the door. The girl and Raphael left and I was alone once more. Though he and I were cousins, we stayed together. His dad travelled a lot for business so it was best he had a stable home. My parents did not mind. He was also my right hand man, a force to be reckoned with.
After my parents had me, my mom did try for another but sadly she miscarried and I guess she didn't try after that. I sighed and turned around and finally fell asleep.
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I did it. I made Vicenzo's story after being inundated with messages asking me to make a story about him.
Like I said this story can be read as a stand-alone but it is the sequel to Mr and Mrs Mafia.
So to those who have read it, VICENZO our baby, how grown up is he now!
What do you think of his character?
So Mariano has a son, Vicenzo's right hand man; Raphael.
Plot twist right. Well drama. You know me. Drama is what I eat and drink.
So I found the literal cutest man ever to portray Vicenzo (pronounced Vi-Ken-zo)
His picture is at the top but feel free to imagine whoever you wish to x
