I took a sip of the whiskey in my glass. It burned my throat but I enjoyed the feeling.
I puffed on my cigar and sighed, leaning back into my chair. I was in one of my warehouses getting feedback from my workers on the progress of the Puerto Rico route.
Armano Rivas was currently fighting for his life with the slow poison I gave him, giving me free reign over the route as his subordinates feared me.
He should have known better than to mess with me.
My office door came open without a knock. There was only one person who could do that.
"Someone seems to be in a sour mood today." He commented as soon as he walked in.
"Tomas," I said, gesturing at the seat in front of me. "What’s the update with the shipment heading to Canada?"
"Paid?" I asked with a brow raised.
"Good. I need some time off anyways." I groaned and sighed.
"What’s going on?" He asked knowingly.
"We’re heading to Rome soon to meet with you know who." I informed him.
"Mira is going with you?"
I nodded. "She has to. She needs to meet them."
"Does she know about this yet?"
There was no way she would know unless my mother told her.
As much as I hated to admit it, I was quite nervous about Mira meeting my family. We were a bunch of sick fuckers and she was too innocent to be tainted by their dirt. Mine inclusive.
But then there was nothing I could do. I had to go and it was required for my wife to join me. It was tradition.
"And is that why you’re in a bad mood?"
"Isn’t it enough reason?" I asked him back.
No meeting with my external family members ever ended well.
"You haven’t visited the clubs and casinos in a bit. How about we go there tonight?" Tomas suggested.
"My treat." He grinned.
I almost rolled my eyes. "Oh please, I own the place. Why would I let you pay?" I
"Oh I knew you wouldn’t let me pay. I was only pretending to be courteous." He grinned cheekily.
Crushing my cigar, I picked up my jacket as well as my phones and we left the warehouse, heading to one of the clubs I owned.
The club was in the middle of town so it was a long drive from the warehouse.
By the time we got there, the night was already in full swing.
Of course as the boss, we were led to the VVIP section. Tomas ordered for drinks and soon the strippers came and did their thing.
I was on my third drink when I heard some slight disruptions. Google seaʀᴄh novel(ꜰ)ire.net
The bouncers weren’t allowing certain people into the section and they were making a scene.
Of course as a businessman, I did not mind parting my section with well paying customers so I signalled Tomas to go check it out while I stayed on my phone.
He didn’t look happy when he came back.
"What’s wrong?" I asked over the loud music.
"It’s Lorenzo Castillo."
"Shit." I cussed, knowing fully well that that bastard would want to cause a scene here.
I needed to think fast, especially for the safety of the civilians present. I also did not need any bad press right now.
"Don, what do we do?!" Tomas shouted over the music.
"Let them in." I said.
I gave him a stern look and he knew better than to let me repeat myself.
I sat back in my relaxed position as he walked away to tell the bouncers to let them in.
The asshole walked in with his entourage of guards and half naked women. Nothing out of the ordinary in this scene but it was obvious he came here with a purpose.
"Don Romano!" he yelled over the music.
I acknowledged him with a nod and a plain face as I took a sip of my drink.
Lorenzo was a charmer. He was similar to Tomas in that aspect. He seemed to play the nice guy but was a snake underneath.
Tomas had always hated his guts all through my relationship with Caterina which was supposed to form an allegiance of both our families.
Unsurprisingly, Lorenzo sat next to me and put his hand around my shoulder.
I saw Tomas trying to step in but I signalled him to let it be. I could take care of myself. I constantly took antidotes to protect me from possible poisoning and I of course could defend myself in a battle of punches and kicks.
"You’re married now I hear," He said.
My grip on my glass tightened.
"And you’re still fucking my sister?" He asked sounding amused.
I shrugged. "Shit happens. She wanted it."
"My sister is not your play thing. She is a Castillo and would not be reduced to a mistress." His tone went cold after my nonchalant response.
"I want nothing more to do with your sister. She begged for it, I gave it to her and now she just has to live the memory of the best she’s ever had." I said, trying to spite him.
"You bastard." He gritted out trying to grab my throat. I held his hand and stopped him.
"Don’t even dare." I warned him.
"You better keep protecting that pretty little wife of yours. Because when I get my hands on her, she would beg for-"
I did not let him complete the statement before I punched him in the nose.
He was bleeding as he punched me back.
That was when all hell let loose. There was punching and kicking between our guards and while I was busy trying to beat Lorenzo to a pulp as he fought me back, someone decided to shoot, causing more chaos as everyone on the dancefloor scrambled for safety.
What was supposed to be a fun night out turned into something I was desperately trying to avoid. I looked around at the mess and cussed under my breath...