“What do you mean someone leaked the codes to the warehouse Angelo? I thought we were only two that knew the codes and they are presently in this room” Luca bit out.
It’s two days after sending Sophia back to her room and he hasn’t caught a glimpse of her shadow around the house.
Only feeling like a lovesick puppy but had lived his whole life in the hands of an evil man however couldn’t stay a few days without a woman he had loved for a few years.
Years in misery that he would relive forever for the chance of her forgiving him for killing her father and let him explain but that could wait.
She wouldn’t believe him either way.
There were more pressing matters that weren’t more important than her nonetheless needed attention.
“Yes boss”
Luca growled, pushing the report files of their coming shipments and the ones that had landed by the side of the bed to focus more on his consigliere.
“You mean to tell me, everything inside was burnt down” he hissed at his words.
The drugs.
How many thousand grams just went to ashes all because of what?
A feud they let stuck up their asses about him having more territory than them or about not making the deal their leader wanted and truce.
His tongue flicked over his lower lip and he caught it between his teeth as a sinister bone chilling laugh left him, his eyes glinting under the fluorescent light with malice over the little ruckus that’d ensued.
A small gang.
Pulling such stunts on him, his jaw tic and he rubbed it mulling over the little havoc they had wreaked in the past few days and he guffawed.
So loud.
His consigliere shifted back to put a space between them and he shook his head, waving him over.
“Don’t go, don’t be scared. It’s so funny” so funny what he would do to them after now.
Make sure that they cease to exist, them and their offspring.
“I want them gone. All of them” he hissed, tight and sharp.
There was no mercy for street rats like them, he let them stay in the dark corners with their underground casinos and clubs.
He let him, he never used that side of town for anything.
Even his warehouses weren’t in such run down locations nor were they in town where prying NYPD hungry eyes could see them.
They were concealed, shrouded with disguise and book stores, jewelry stores and fonts no one would notice and yet the little warehouses of drugs he left in the Bronx due to them being drugs and not guns, lethal bullets and weapons and illegal drinks imported were taken down and destroyed.
They were as good as dead.
They’ve slipped and rested under his nose for far too long.
They probably need a wake up call of who owned the state.
Not the government, PD but him.
“Both the children?” Angelo wasn’t stunned about what the outcome was after everything.
The writing had been on the wall from the beginning but everyone wanted to have a taste of what a fight with the New York Capo would taste like.
And it was bitter and sour which was leading to a stung and maybe his tongue was going to be cut off with the decision that rippled out from Luca.
“The Albanians do well not to have offspring Angelo. They are scared motherfuckers, afraid they would leave nothing behind for them” because they know the land is not theirs.
“The women?”
Luca is not one to kill women and never children but some women bred and groomed from little knew too much about the workings and lifestyles of their family business and operations to have them stay alive and kill their families and they not come back for revenge on the people who did it.
They always came back to bite because that was what they were all taught to do.
Irredeemable.
Lost causes, logic of the world has no business with them.
They were machines and he wasn’t ready to reason with anyone.
Never let your enemy go scot free, Luca.
There was a reason they killed your family and spared you, not because they didn’t want to but because you’re a kid.
And after taking a breath he would complete it with; And they would if they crossed paths with you again as an adult.
Kill him.
And now he would put those words to use.
He exhaled bracing for what he was about to say, this was the reason he had Sophia stay away from him for now.
If she was here he couldn’t dare make such decisions.
She would hate him more, including what went down with her father.
“You know how we do it. Free the ones that need to be freed and kill the ones you know would come back to bite later”
“Ok boss. The um…um—”
“What?” Luca sharply glanced at Angelo.
His consigliere was a normal poor looking guy that he picked and brushed to help him in all his operations.
Someone he could trust and rely on.
He was smart.
He knew from their first encounter where he saved him some stress of going to the hospital from some little gang back in Italy and since then they’ve been inseparable.
“The last…last shipments. You said you were going to come but since then…what should I say to them?”
Luca groaned.
This injury had become a hassle for his daily life and movements.
He relaxed back, closing his eyes and the first picture that materialized into his head was the day he saw her angelic face.
Not just hear her laughter but see that magical alluring face that drew him in, sucked his thoughts, had his mouth dry and brain fried for minutes.
Her eighteenth birthday.
The day he knew heaven existed and you could start experiencing yours while on earth.
His heart exploded and she sidled in yet he never cared to push her out.
He needed her there.