The Don's Donna

Chapter 6

Murrell's POV

I paced round my study with my hands on my back like an elderly, I couldn't stay calm no matter how hard I tried. The atmosphere was so tensed that the air I breathe became so full of weight, I felt like I was suffocating.

I checked my wrist watch for the time and the two hours he gave me was almost up, the ringing of my phone got my palm sweating as it decided the fate of my family.

“Did you deliver the package?” I asked my man over the phone, “boss, we had an issue” he said as I could hear his hard breathing. “Speak” I ordered in a striking tone.

“Matteo's men attacked boss” he said as I could feel the anger forming in me, at the same time I could taste my sweat. If anything goes wrong, my family is gone.

I'm not f*****g joking, I don't know what sick games these fuckers are playing but if anything happens to my family I'll kill them both.

“And the package?” I asked with a string of hope, the fate of my family relies on it. “We were able to secure the package” he replied . “ Good” I replied with a little relief as I ended the call.

Matteo's POV

I reached the god father’s villa and without asking I knew where he was. Everyone bowed, I Walked gracefully with my shoulder high and chin up as I headed for his private room.

The Godfather’s villa was full of vintage designs And decorations, the chandeliers gave it the 90s look. The closer I got to the private room, the stronger the scent of cigars.

They where no guards around this part of the villa. I gave a coded knock on the door and waited patiently for his response. “Come in” his deep husky voice spoke from inside. I arranged my suit and got inside with no guns and phone, my men where outside.

His back was turned against me as he fed the fishes in the pond “ greetings Godfather” I greeted with my head bowed while waiting for him to turn. “ What brings you here son” he said with a voice so calm but sharp, as he turned to face me this time.

“Sit” he said with a gesture and I took my seat in an angle I could get a full glimpse of his face. “ I came for your counsel, there is a problem. The Deluca’s hit one of our trucks last week, we lost 2 million and they took our strongest man, tiger…” I said while taking a break.

“There is tension with the people uptown, the murrell’s stole our goods after our last operation but I was able to retrieve the goods.” I concluded with my eyes never leaving him.

He just remained calm while pouring two glasses of Wine. “Tiger. He is young and hot headed. What did your captains say” he asked while handing me a glass.

“They say war. They say we hit back tonight, twice as hard” I gave my honest reply. “And what do you say” he asked sipping from his glass.

“ I say we go to war, if we back down every family will think we are weak” I gave a reply while sipping from my glass as I stared at the potrait of the young Alessandro Ricci, my God father.

There was great silence between us, the one that exicted amongst strong men, the one that spelt danger.

“you remember your uncle my brother?” He asked and I gave a nod as a response. “. In 1982 the same thing happend. A truck, a man and everyone wanted blood. You know what he did?” He asked as he dropped his glass, and looked at me with those cold eyes that never aged.

“No Godfather” I replied paying great attention to what he had to say.

“He sent flowers to the Deluca's Don’s mother with a note that said sorry for your loss our families have been alies too long for this” he said with a dangerous smirk on his face.

“And?” I asked

“ And the Deluca Don called him the next day crying, he said it was a mistake, he returned the truck plus interest. Sometimes the strongest move is not the one with the gun” He said as he walked to the window, staring into space with his glass at hand.

“ But Godfather, times are different now, if I send flowers they'll laugh” I said finding what he said amusing.

He walked up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, “then don't send flowers, send a message, quiet and clean, one man not ten. Make them understand we don't want war but we won't accept disrespect” he said in a sharp tone.

“ Can you do that without starting a war” he asked with a straight face. “ yes Godfather, I can” I replied while taking a sip.

He gave me his blessings and a kiss on my cheeks “ Then go, do what you have to do but do it right and Matteo…if it goes bad you tell them it was your idea not mine, not the family's, your's. That is what a don does.” He concluded and took his seat.

“ Thank you Godfather” I said with gratitude as I prepared to leave. “ Remember, the crown is heavy” those where his last words before I left the room.

Unknown POV

I received a message from my men that the package had arrived, a smirk formed in my lips as I erupted in laughters. Atlast, Matteo thinks he can measure up to me.

I was to be made Don, but he took my place. They left the entire operation in the hands of a child and me, I became a subject of mockery to the other families.

I'm going to prove them wrong, he is not capable of managing the family's business, he is not capable of leading the family, I am the right person for this. Let's see how he's going to tackle this.

“Bring in the package” I said to my men, as I stared at the Murrell's bitches. The older one was half way dead and the little one was gonna pass as a play thing if murrell plays games with me.

“Shut up!” I yelled at the motherfuckers who wouldn't stop whimpering.

“Boss here is the package” one of my man said after he kept it, “open it” I ordered. The smirk on my face instantly went away as it was replaced with a frown.

“What does that bastard take me for”...