"divided we fall"
In silence, I stood by the ajar door and listened to my father degrade me.
I listened as he underestimate my capabilities.
I listened as he threatened my title. The title I worked so very hard for and the old bastard wanted to give it to Damien.
The same Damien who wanted me dead.
My mother stood there, obedient as ever...like his pet.
It burned her lips to object on my behalf but she knows better. She knows her place and it was to stand beside him and look pretty. Be seen not heard.
It was the mafia....it was business.
Which is the same exact thing I am going to tell father when he discovers Damien with a billet in his head. It's just business.
That was all anything was for him. My mother was just business and so was I. I was an insurance policy. He needed an heir. Not a son, but a backup plan.
Damien needs to die. My blood lust for him has exceeded the intended limit. I needed to get rid of him and fast.
I would sprawl in the indulgence of doing it myself but I'd I even report sick to my father, my position as Capo would be questioned. Especially if I abandon my duties for a worthless kill.
I've been trained since the age of eight. Fought, tortured, and killed like a demon to hold my place as Capo. It was just icing on the cake that I was good at it earning me a reputation of most feared.
I honestly don't know what more my father wants from me, because I've done it all.
The name sin spreads across the underworld like poison through the body. I'd say we have a lot in common judging by the fact that we are both labeled ruthless, cold-hearted, and monstrous.
The gender of sin was always questionable. Some believed a women could never be so heartless so they just wrote sin off as a man.
Some say the person was a she and some declared he. I didn't care, either way I need the job done and I needed sin.
Sin is not the easiest assassin to track down considering she's sly as fuck, but I don't have the connections and title that I do for nothing.
Once Damien has left this world, not only will my life be less stressful, but the world would be better off too.
Damien is a disgusting and vile excuse of a person. Let alone a leader.
If the mafia were to be in his hands, the lives of many would be endangered as would the sacred of our family.
The Romano name would be tainted beyond repair.
I honestly don't know what my father sees in that asshole other than his genes but Damien has manger to have him under his thumb, operating him like a puppet on strings.
I truly don't give a fuck what my father thinks of me. All I want is respect because god knows I've earned it.
Retreating from the door, I made my way towards my office.
The silence was eerie yet comfortable but it only lasted a minute.
"Hey, I have an update on the shipments." Enzo said, placing himself on the couch with an iPad in hand.
Enzo is my underboss and younger brother. We've been working side by side ever since I took over the family.
"Continue" I said blowing out a breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"All the shipments have been delivered with no issues. Nothing has gone missing so far. I think the Russians have learned their lesson." He smirked back at me causing me to grin at the memory of shipping the heads of 74 Russian guards to their leader.
"You good? You seemed a little stressed when I first walked in" he asked, pouring himself a glass of scotch before handing me another.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking."
I ran my tongue over my teeth, hissing as the liquid burned my throat.
"Okay well, I'm heading out for the night. I need to get fucking laid."
I laughed at his bluntness. Enzo was the definition of a man whore. He didn't believe in love so he overindulged in sex.
I couldn't blame him though. Love isn't a real thing in the Mafia world. Love is a weakness. Love is a burden. Love is murderous. Love is Dangerous.
"That's fine by me. Just make sure the rest of the boys are staying here guarding the compound. I have business to attend to." I said waving hun off.
I took a shower, and dressed myself in my usual attire. Black dress shirt, black slacks, gold belt, and my black leather lace up business shoes.
Tonight I was visiting the club V I G I L A N T.
After doing some research, I'm more than sure sin owns the club.
I was impressed walking into the club. It screamed elegant but naughty at the same time.
I walked past the security making my way to the back of club where the offices were most likely kept.
"Um...sir. You're not allowed to be back here." A female voice chirped. She was tall, and her short, explicit, feathered outfit made her position prominent...she was a stripper.
Her fear of me shined bright through her eyes. Her lips trembled as she spoke. She fidgeted nervously with her fingers waiting for me to respond. Silently hoping she didn't get caught in the crossfire of me and my terrible temper when she was merely doing her job.
I loved how everyone knew who I was and the title I held. I was shown nothing but respect.
"Darling" I whispered in her ear. She visibly shivered as her ears perked waiting for me to finish. "Be a doll and get your boss for me... I'll be in there" I pointed towards one of the private room labeled 03.
She scurried off only to come back alone a few minutes later. I was never known to have patience and right now the little patience I had was wearing thin.
Hoping to get the boss's attention, I pulled out my glock shooting the ceiling twice.
I chuckled as Commotion settled outside... well that was probably bad for business.
I relaxed in the chair, and like on a timer the door burst open.
Before she had the chance to say anything, I spoke.
"I want to hire you for a job" my voice gruff and emotionless.
"I'm sorry but who told you I was seeking employment?" The cold voice obviously belonging to a female.
"I said-"
"I said what? Are you a guidance counselor?"
"No?" My voice laced with confusion.
"Then why are you testing my anger management skills?" snarky... I like it.
Still seated in the dark I tried to advise.
"I was taught to think before I act-"
"Same" She took a breath "so if I punch you in the face rest assured it was thoroughly debated now get the fuck out"
I was baffled at the way she spoke to me. If I didn't need her to kill Damien then I would have killed her.
"What?!" My voice came out more cocky than intended but my exclamation was necessary... Does she know who I am?
"I said get the fuck out!" She hollered yet again as she exited the room.
what the hell just happened?