TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE
SMOKING
My alarm rang and I groaned as I turned it off. I rubbed my face and tossed my legs off the side of the bed. It was early and my day had just began. The same fucking day with a meeting later on. Shit, I was not looking forward to that.
I got up and put on some joggers and stretched out my toned tattooed arms. Brushing my teeth, I looked into the mirror. Stubble lined my strong jawline, my hair was in a curly mess and my inked chest also stared back at me. It has been a while since I've seen my parents, I may go and see them soon.
"You ready Sergio?" I asked as I stepped out from my room. He too wore only joggers. "Of course." He replied as he headed downstairs. I highly doubted Raphael would be awake, no doubt exhausted from last night.
The cool air hit me as I walked outside. It would most definitely be warmer later on in the day but I liked running before anyone was up. I saw Sergio running ahead and I started off after him, my pace even and steady.
"What's on your mind?" Sergio asked as he slowed down so he was at my pace. "The fucking meeting." I growled as I looked ahead. "It'll be over before you know it." He patted my back. I fucking hated meetings, they were long and tedious.
"You look like you could take some inspiration from Raf." He chuckled as he continued to run, his steps controlled and effortless. "What?" I furrowed my brows at him. "You know, you could use some woman time." He smirked. The fucking dick. "Shut the fuck up." I shook my head at him and sprinted ahead.
"What I'm just saying! Vi..Vicenzo wait up." He panted after me. I smirked as I ran faster. We eventually headed home and I was greeted by the sight of the woman from last night. She sat on one of the stools in the kitchen. I noticed her ruffled hair and mascara stained face. She seemed as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself. She had no trouble last night. Perhaps she was drunk.
I pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and took a few sips, relishing the cool liquid. "So you're Enzo?" The woman spoke up quietly. I turned to face her, her cheeks visibly reddened and I remembered I wasn't wearing a shirt. "It's Vicenzo." I corrected looking directly at her. Only family and friends could call me Enzo, it was otherwise disrespectful.
"Oh right..and you're the Mafia king?" She asked timidly. "I am." I said. I could hardly be bothered to strike up a conversation with her. It's exhausting at times. I could see her thinking it over. I raised a hand before she could open her mouth. "My guard will escort you out, give you money for dry cleaning and will call a taxi." I spoke.
I nodded at Sergio who went ahead and led her out. Fucking hell. What's wrong with Raphael? "Where is she?" He asked as the man himself appeared. He looked utterly disheveled, he groaned and looked in the fridge.
"She left." I stated. He hummed and pulled out a can of soda. He popped it open and drank it quickly. "I'm thinking of going to America soon. What do you think?" I asked him. He nodded his head. "To see your parents?" He surmised.
"Yes. And some business to take care of." I said as I began to leave the room. "All right Enzo, wherever you go, I go, my king." He mocked as he bowed deeply. "Stop being so fucking stupid you little shit." I growled, unable to hide the smile behind my words.
"Fight me." He grinned, his dark eyes sparkled. "You do realise I could take you out with just one punch?" I chuckled. His lips twitched and he turned around in defeat. That's what I thought. Raphael was a good fighter but I was just that little bit better.
I went ahead and had a quick shower and changed into a suit, omitting the tie. I tucked my white shirt into my trousers and brushed my hair, although it remained somewhat curly. I sprayed on some aftershave and picked out a watch to wear.
After going back downstairs, I saw that Raphael had finally changed, looking decent in his suit while he ate some breakfast made by the maid. I also joined him and drank some coffee.
"Don't you think it's crazy, the Russian mafia?" Raphael spoke up. "Certainly crazy. What are they, five brothers?" I replied. After my parents, more so my dad, destroyed the Russian mafia, it made way for a new family to take over and control Russia. "Yes and they are as equally bad as each other. I've not heard a good word about them." He said and took a sip of his water.
"For now, we are on good terms and I don't want to compromise that. Because I may be able to take on one brother but not all five." I said as I thought about it. There was no need for blood to be spilled unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Let's go." I stood up and headed for the door. Sergio entered the same car as me, with other guards taking a separate SUV. Shortly, Raphael also entered the car. "Can you keep your legs to yourself?" I growled as I kicked his legs away from me.
"Fuck off". He grinned as he relaxed back into the seat, beside Sergio. I sat opposite them and sighed. How fucking annoying can one possibly be?
I nodded my head at Sergio and he tapped the divider separating the driver and us in the car. We began to drive off and I rubbed my forehead. Raphael was silent on his phone, no doubt chatting up girls. "One week." I stated. He looked up at me and furrowed his brows.
"One week of abstinence. One million." I smirked as I watched him carefully. "Deal." He held out his hand for me to shake. He didn't even hesitate. "I held up my hand and counted on my fingers. "That means no kissing, no sex and no fooling around. Do you understand?" I grinned. He couldn't do it. No fucking way. He squinted his eyes and breathed out a breath. "Deal." He said once again.
I chuckled and shook his hand. "Easy money." I grinned. "You fucking idiot. You know I don't say no." He grumbled as he turned his phone off and tucked it away into the pocket of his suit jacket. I just fucking loved pissing him off and surely he deserved a little life lesson.
Glancing out of the window, I saw a man had cornered a woman in an alley who seemed to be in distress. "Stop the car." I ordered. Sergio knocked on the divider once more and the car stopped. Raphael looked at me like I was insane but that's pretty much normal.
I stepped out from the car, the warm sun hitting me and I walked straight for the man. There's nothing worse than men who beat on women. It's entirely pathetic. It just shows what a lack of character a man has.
The man had his hand raised high, poised to hit the woman, who was crying and screaming in a panic. No one stopped to help. Everyone just minded their own business. It was Italy after all and we were in the most poverty stricken area.
"Let her go." I spoke calmly, grabbing the attention of the man. He was broad shouldered, short and looked very sweaty. What a disgusting bastard. A shower wouldn't go amiss.
The man chuckled deeply as he turned his attention to me. He let go of the woman and she quickly ran away. "Tieni il naso fuori dai miei affari, ragazzo ricco (Keep your nose out of my business rich boy)" He chuckled. "Questi sono affari miei. Non sai chi sono io? (This is my business. Do you not know who I am?)" I spoke with a brow raised.
"Non mi interessa, cazzo (I don't fucking care." He growled and went in to punch me. I grabbed ahold of his fist tightly and looked into his mud brown eyes. "Dovresti preoccuparti. Potrei ucciderti adesso e nessuno battere ciglio (You should care. I could kill you right now and no one would bat an eye)" I growled and pushed him back.
Instead of backing down the man pulled out a small pocket knife, standing in a menacing position. "Ti consiglio caldamente di allontanarti dalla mia fottuta vista (I strongly suggest you get out of my fucking sight)" I said lowly as I held my ground. The man grinned manically and was about to take a step towards me but Raphael startled him.
"È il re della mafia, Vicenzo. Vaffanculo adesso. (He's the Mafia king, Vicenzo. Fuck off right now)" Raphael growled with his gun pointed at the man. His aim was very steady as he teased the trigger with a finger. The mans eyes went wide with fear and he dropped his knife. It clattered on the floor and the he took a few steps back. "Oh fu ... non lo sapevo ... per favore. (Oh fu..I didn't know..please)" He pleaded with a sorrowful look.
I turned around and looked at Raphael. He put his gun back into his belt and walked back to the car as did I. I didn't kill everyone I met, after all people can surely change and if they didn't, I'd deal with them soon enough.
We eventually headed to the meeting later than intended but I did not care. They could fucking wait. The building was tall and new. It was covered in hundreds of glass windows, quite striking from afar. We used the lift to go to the top floor.
Raphael entered the meeting room before me and I followed him. The chatter of men's voices quickly quietened upon seeing me. I walked around the long rectangular room and took a seat at the top end. Raphael took his seat and I pulled out a cigarette.
I nodded my head and the men began to talk about the business. How it was going, the illegal activities and concerns. I listened intently to them all as I smoked, paying more attention to what was going on outside the windows. The clouds did look very interesting.
"You fucking little shits, can't keep the fentanyl going? How hard is it to get it from point A to point B? I could do it with my eyes closed." Raphael growled as he looked across at the men. Ah yes the drug trade, it was a complicated affair but exactly how hard was it.
"Are you telling me business is not going smoothly?" I said firmly, silencing everyone once more. The men all turned to face me but their eyes did not remain on me long. Many of them were much older than me but still feared me the same.
"No no not at all. Forgive me. I will personally sort it out." An older man mumbled as he rubbed his thick moustache.
"Yes you will...I will be leaving soon for a while and I do not want to come back to a mess." I put my cigarette out onto the crystal ashtray in front of me.
"Yes boss." The man nodded. The meeting finally concluded after another hour of boring drivel.
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How are you all finding reading this is in a males pov?
I thought I would find it harder to write but it's not that bad.
How much more do you adore Vicenzo now?
And Raphael!?!
And Sergio? 😏
