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My eyes peered down at the documents in front of me, signing my signature on each line that needed it and when I finished I let out of a sigh. My fathers a bloody idiot leaving my dimmwitted brother in charge of New York, he can't tell the difference from his arse to his elbow and now our books are getting fucked here in London and in Sicily.
Father left me in charge of the London and Italy sections, I tend to stay pretty neutral. Only doing business with people who offer the right price, I don't give a fuck what your identity is.
Wops, Brits, Jews. I don't care. As long as you hand me my money once business is done.
Just as I was about to call it for the night one of my boys busted into my office space, panting, stammering, not able to put two thoughts together. I looked at him in confusion and shock for a moment before I finally spoke up
"Qual è il problema? Fratello, cosa è successo?" — 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮? 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥? —
I asked cautiously since the poor man was clearly shaken up
"Vicente, tuo padre! È stato colpito dai Peaky Blinders" —𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 — — 𝘣𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 —
My expression changed. Call me heartless but I felt a sudden.. Relief. The one person who's tormented me my whole life is finally gone.
I quickly gathered my thoughts and told him to stop wallowing
"Mia cara, chi pensi che gestirà la sezione di Birmingham d'ora in poi? Noi! Mettilo insieme, abbiamo del lavoro da fare ora Matteo," — 𝘔𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦 —𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘰𝘯? 𝘜𝘴! 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦 — 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘰 —
