Taste of it

Chapter 2: A New Problem

(Merda: s**t)

"Clean this up," I gesture to his body. "I've got things to take care of."

"Yes boss," they both nod and get to work.

I exit the warehouse and signal to my driver as I exit, pushing up the sleeves on my shirt as soon as the heat hits my skin. When I climb into the back I push my fingers into my eyes and release a deep sigh, one that's been riding on my back since I found out that he stabbed me in the back.

Loyalty means everything to me. Proving your worth to me and to this gang. But I hate liars, I hate people who try to cover up what they've done wrong. How can we work together if there is absolutely no f*****g trust?

My patience is wearing thin today and I could do with packing in the day and heading to a bar, picking up a woman who can satisfy my needs. But I know I have important things to do and they cannot be put off any longer.

Especially after all the mess Liam has caused.

I'm dropped home twenty minutes later, my house is the only place on this Earth where I can take a breath and relax. But not today, today is not the time to be relaxing and slacking off.

I head straight to my office and get on the phone to my suppliers across the country. There is a lot of explaining I have to do and if they even let me off lightly, I'm still in deep f*****g s**t because of Liam's mistakes.

A dead man's mistakes I am now paying for. f*****g traitor.

There is a knock at my office door and I can only assume it's Gabriel, my underboss. He's lived with me here for the last couple years, the house is big enough that we have our own space and we don't have to run into each other every second of the day.

It helps to have him here because we can work late or into the early hours. Gabriel is the sort of person who I trust with my life, we've known each other for over a decade and he is one of the smartest and intuitive people I've ever met.

He's got us out of some shitty situations but that's because he's level headed. Some people say that he's the one who keeps me sane, sane enough to not destroy this empire I have built.

"What?" I call out and flick through my laptop.

As expected Gabriel strolls through the door. "Hey," he says as he walks straight towards my desk and takes a seat in one of the chairs.

Gabriel has a certain look about him, hands and arms covered in tattoos, titanium hoop through his right nostril, dark black hair that is slightly out of control but it definitely scores him points with the ladies.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"Jheeez," he breathes out harshly and rests his arms on the rests. "What the f**k is up with you?"

I look up at him through hooded eyes. "I'm working, can't you see that?" Gabriel rolls his dark eyes and I resist the urge to shout at him. "Yes, I can see that.

Thank you for pointing out the obvious. Why are you so damn grumpy today?"

"If you've come here to bother me, kindly f**k off."

He cracks a smile which showcases his white teeth but he looks down at his lap and then back at me. "No, I've come here to tell you something."

A groan escapes me and I lean back into my chair black leather chair. "Go on then," I exhale drastically. "Please quickly enlighten me because I have things to do, unlike some people."

Gabriel doesn't even pause, he comes straight out with it. "My sister is coming to stay with us."

I blink once, then twice, definitely a third time. "What did you say?"

"She's not safe with my parents, they can't guarantee her safety anymore. She's got nowhere to go and if she's here then I can keep an eye on her. We can protect her."

"We?" My eyebrow shoots up in surprise. "You want me to look after your f*****g sister?"