Chapter 8 Regina

• "Gentlemen, you're up early. I hope you came prepared. The chilly morning air can be detrimental to your health" I quip walking past them. It's nine in the morning but I'm ready for this day to be over. Dealing with underbosses who happen to be part of the family is tiring. I know how the mafioso values family but I'd rather have men who have earned the position instead of entitled assholes who are always trying to bring me down. Especially if said assholes are related to me. Distant relatives but still relatives.
• "Despite our age, we are strong Regina. And if by any chance something happens to us, our sons can take our places so don't you worry your pretty head" Rinaldo says. I think in his brain, he still thinks there's a chance for them to dethrone me and have one of their dumb sons as the head of the organization. How I wish I could let those morons take over so as to prove to their fathers how stupid they are. I make them more money every year, always filling their banks while they're busy burying their shriveling dicks in whores but they still have the nerve to complain. One of these days I'll get tired of tolerating them and cut off their tongues.
• "I assure you, Liberi" I use his last name so he'll understand we're not close and he doesn't get to call me by my first name "This pretty head has no space for anything or anyone that doesn't make me money" before he opens his mouth again, I move to where the new guys are and stop in front of them. There are fifteen men in total, including four fuckboys that I'm sure would rather be anywhere else than here. They look hungover. Santo, Enrico, Gianni and Orlando. Sons of Rinaldo, Goffredo, Martino, and Ruggiero respectively. This is their third attempt at getting initiated into the organization and I know without a doubt they will fail.