She Devil | ✔︎

Fifty-four.

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Kenji's POV:

"Boss, you're needed in the club." Gio enquires. "Why?" I haven't been to the club in months. Everything is checked from home.

Everything can be done from home. I've got a camera on practically every inch of the place. The paperwork is sent to my mail.

I'm not required to leave. There's nothing to do but watchmen drink and hookers and strippers perform.

"Sir, the Russians are wreaking havoc." The Russians have been up to our asses for decades, They wanted to ally before we said no, and they were disappointed after we said no.

They essentially declared war. Although they know we'll win, they're still trying to incite a fight between the two mafias.

"What happened to Vince? Let him handle it." I wave him away, "He's not available right now, sir," He replies.

"Well, then, ask Massimo." I'm on the verge of yelling. "He and Ms.Vlad aren't at home." When he says it, my entire demeanor shifts.

"What?" I stand up, "He didn't tell us where they're going, he just said they'll be back by nighttime," He responds

It's 8 p.m., according to my watch. Why did they go without informing me first?

"Leave," I demand, I dial Massimo's number and wait for it to ring, but it doesn't.

"Hello, if you're hearing this, that means I'm probably trying to avoid you, so don't leave a message, 'cause nobody likes you."

So the jerk took my girl and then dared to block my phone number. I dial his number again from the burner phone.

"Who dis?" his drunken voice says as he takes up the phone. "Massimo." I raise my voice. "Kenji?" He tries to sober himself up, "Yes, it's Kenji stronzo, why did you block my number?" I clench my teeth.

Translation: Asshole.

"What? Pfft. You were not blocked by me." He also has the audacity to lie. "Is that true? Because I tried contacting you from my cellphone twice and both times it went to voicemail." I explain.

"I-" he tries to say, but I interrupt him, "Then I call from a different number and 'who dis'" I mock.

"Have you ever considered that I was ignoring you?" He retorts, "Massimo, where is Athena?" I roll my eyes, "She's managing my drink ass," He giggles.

"Oh, I wasn't born yesterday, tell me where she is." I'm becoming irritated. "Do you know how many times I tried calling her?"

"No idea, you've been blocked for so long." He has a hiccup. "So, rather than telling me where Athena is, you'd rather get yourself killed?" I enquire.

Silence.

"Wow. It's great to know how much your life matters to you." I end the call.

I'm not sure why I continue to listen to his nonsense. He'd be dead by now if he wasn't my best friend.

I launch the tracker program on my laptop and attempt to locate Massimo's phone. It takes a moment to load, but it eventually locates my club.

While I'm there, I might as well kill him and investigate what the Russians are up to.

I don't waste any time. I grab my car keys and walk out the door to my car. It'll take 20 minutes to get there.

If Massimo has taken Athena to a bar where deviant males are, and if any of them dares to touch her, I swear to God, I will unleash hell.

As I exit the car and enter the club, I hand over the keys to the driver. As I get inside I can already see Massimo on top of a table, dancing with only his boxers once.