Chapter 2 Bloody Dealings

• ***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER WARNING***
• *Alberto’s POV*
• “Where is he?” I asked my men as I rolled up my sleeves.
• “He is tied up in the back.” Edgardo replied, nodding towards the closed room.
• “Hmmm. And the men that helped him?” I asked them as I grabbed the machete and twirled it around.
• “Dead, Capo.” He replied quickly.
• “Good.” I said as I reached for the door handle.
• The room smelled of blood and metal, making me smile in satisfaction. I took a deep sniff of the air before my eyes met his. “Alberto.” Yaser coughed out before he spat blood all over the floor.
• “Don’t act so surprised, Yaser.” I chuckled as I grabbed his hair, pulling him to face me. “You didn’t expect me to not find out, did you?”
• “Those are lies. I would never betray you.” He cried out in panic, making me roll my eyes.
• “Shut up!” I roared, punching him across the face. “I hate it when you all act like whiny bītches. Take it like a man.” I said as I kneed him in the stomach, making him groan. “Luck is on your side though.” I sighed, sitting on the chair that Edgardo placed in front of him.
• “Please, Capo—” He was saying, making me massage my temples.
• “Just stop talking. Nothing you say will save you.” I informed him before looking at Edgardo. “How much?” I asked him.
• “Last time we checked he stole two million dollars in shipments.” He replied as I turned back to Yaser.
• “Two million?” I asked, nodding my head slowly. “And you really thought we wouldn’t notice?”
• “Capo, they forced me. They have my family and—”
• “Shut this asšhole up!” I told Edgardo, who punched him in the face. My men knew not to cover my victim’s mouths because I loved to hear them screām. It was a satisfaction like no other. Call me a sadistic. I don’t give a fūck. “Do you think he is large enough?” I asked Edgardo, making him chuckle.
• “We know that you’ll make it work, Capo.” He said, shaking his head.
• Yaser trembled in fear as he watched me stand at my feet. I nodded towards Edgardo and my other men, who started holding him down. “Capo, please, no—” He was whining while my men held his hand flat against the table as I raised the machete and sliced the tip of his fingers. “Ahhh!” He cried as the blood gushed out, making me smile in satisfaction. I fūcking live for these moments.
• “Stop crying. That was only the first cut. Not even a tiny fraction of the interest percentage I charge. You still have the principal two million to pay with your body and blood. Hopefully, we can make that happen.” I chuckled as I raised the machete again.
• ***
• Let’s just say that after hours, I was completely sore, drenched in blood and we didn’t even get close to chopping him up in two million pieces. Much to my dismay.
• I walked up the steps to my mansion in Miami as I removed my shirt. “Get the car detailed. You know how much I hate staining the seats with the blood of those asšholes.” I told Edgardo as he followed behind me.
• “Si, Capo.” He replied, walking off.
• “Alberto.” Daniella purred, licking her lips as she ran her hands up my bare chest.
• “I’m not in the mood, Daniella.” I hissed, pushing her hands off of me. She was so damn clingy, it was starting to piss me off. I hated women like that. I liked my women, badasš, good in bed, sexy, but non-clingy. Was that too much to ask for?
• There was only one woman that I wouldn’t mind being clingy and that woman was forbidden. I can never go there.
• *Flashback*
• It had been years since I had returned to Italy. I missed it so damn much, but things were busier than ever in Miami. It wasn’t easy running that side of the world, but it was about time I took some time off.
• “Alberto, my brother!” Francisco said, pulling me into his arms as he patted my back.
• Francisco Blanco was my best friend, my brother. We had been through thick and thin and nothing has ever or will ever come between us. We grew up together in the same town. We became even closer when our fathers partnered to kill the mafia king at that time. That was the start of the new era. The Blanco-Morello era. Our fathers ruled together and, therefore, we inherited the mafia when they were killed.
• We have become unstoppable. The only thing keeping us apart was the distance, because now I was in charge of the business in Antarctica, the North and South Americas while he took over Europe, Asia, Australia, and Africa.
• “Francisco. It’s been so long Brother.” I replied with a broad smile.
• “Because you’re a slave to the business.” He muttered as he motioned me to follow him. “You know that Isadora is still mad at you. She said that you don’t love her because you never visit her.” He added with a shake of his head.
• “You never take her when you visit, you motherfūcker.” I replied with a punch to his shoulder. “I will make it up to my angel though.” I continued with a smile as I followed him inside. “I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.”
• “You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.”
• “Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs.
• My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp.
• Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life.
• I looked away, avoiding to look at her as she descended the stairs. “Padrino remembers that he has a figlioccia?” She asked sarcastically, forcing me to look back at her just as she stopped inches away from me.
• “How are you, my little angel?” I managed to ask without drooling.
• “I’m good, Padrino.” She replied as she wrapped her hands around me, pressing her very nice and round tīts against my chest. I needed her to get away before they noticed my cōck greeting them.
• “That’s great, Isa.” I said, clearing my throat as I pushed her away gently. “Your gift arrives tomorrow.” I told her, trying to change the subject.
• “Oh!” She said with a huge smile, making her look even more perfect. “What is it?”
• “If I told you, then it would no longer be a surprise.” I replied, making her pout. I wish I could suck on those pouting lips. Fūck! No, I don’t. I’m not some sick pedophile.
• “Go get your mom and meet us at the dining table, Principessa.” Francisco told her, forcing her to groan before going back up the stairs.
• “Dio, she has my temper.” Francisco chuckled, making me shift uncomfortably as I looked away.
• How could I ever look my best friend in the eyes after lusting over his teenage daughter and my goddaughter? Now more than ever, did I have to put distance between us. I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to not pursue her if I constantly saw her. That was it. I will avoid visiting Italy at all cost.
• *End of Flashback*
• I shook the memory out of my mind, finding Daniella, semi-naked and on her knees with her hands on her thigh in front of me. What the fūck! Did I dose off for that long?
• I looked around, finding myself in my office. “I’m ready to please you, Capo.” She whispered, looking straight at the ground and making me raise my brow.
• Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood, but after that brief walk down memory lane, my cōck was begging for attention. Even though she wasn’t my little angel, she would have to do.
• “Strip.” I commanded her lowly as I unbuckled my belt and removed it from the loops of my pants.