Wild One

Six

Niccolo

THE MAN SPITS out his teeth onto the concrete.

"You're a foreigner," He smirked a now toothless smile. "What makes you think you can come in here and just take over?"

I scoff. "Mr. Lovet, have you ever heard of the saying 'Might makes Right?' Personally, I thought it was generous, taking a cut of profits and leaving you alone."

Son of a b***h spits at me shoe. It's an expensive shoe, too.

"Bullshit. We don't want your so called generosity. We want you to go back to Mexico where you came from."

Wow. Mexico? Really?

"Not only is that racist, it's highly incorrect. I am Italian. Italy is almost 10, 200 kilometers away from Mexico you stronzo ignorante."

(Ignorante asshole)

I kick him in his stomach making him groan in pain.

"What?!"

I roll my eyes, kick him again for making m do math. "6,300 miles."

"Oh!" he nods, wincing.

I reach out my hand. "Take care of him." My coat is out in my hand.

"Eh, Capo. Do you mean take care of him, or....Take Care of Him?"

I roll my eyes. "Take Care of Him. End his life. God, why was no one this stupid when my Cousin was in charge."

The man stands in front of me pensively. "I think it's because your cousin was more straight forward. You're more complex, and us, of the family, don't really know how you handle things-"

"Are you kidding me? Rhetorical question! Proca Miseria!"

(Bloody hell.)

", Capo," The guy, I think his name is Francesco, bends down to kiss my ring. "Kiss me, and I will skin you alive and send your flesh to your Mother."

He quickly stands up. "Yes sir."

"Good. Now just so we're clear, kill him." I emphatically restate.

"Got it boss."

"Alright guys, let's do this clean. I have to call my mother before she goes to bed."

What kind of Mafioso are these?

***

I, Niccolô Vitale, cousin of the soon to be Late Luciano Vitale am done.

"Really?!"

He grins, holding Levi. "So you finally went out in the field. I was starting to wonder."

"You gave me a bunch of newbies!"

"I gave you a group of reliable, skilled, while untrained men."

"In utmost trust, I asked you to choose the group of men I would entrust my life with."

"And I did that!"

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"Zio Nick!"

I paste a smile on my face and put my outstreched hands in her direction.

"Ah, Luna! How are you!" She jumps in my arms, and I hug her, glaring at Lucy.

"Niccoló, finally you've come to visit."

"I'm just here for a minute or two. Lucy and I have some... business to discuss."

"What did you do, Luciano Vitale?" Her hand settled on her hips.

"Nothing."

She stares at him.

"Nothing!"

***