Part 2:Brewing
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Federico pov;
I sat behind my desk in my office at my company, Marcello Inc. doing some paperwork. I have been working on an important deal for some time, and it’s been getting pretty hectic.
My phone rang. It was my right-hand man, Anderson Torrez, who is like a father to me, calling and when Anders calls it has to be very important, so I picked up.
“What is it, Anders? “I answered him.
“Boss, you need to get down to warehouse 2 immediately”, he said at the other end of the phone, clearly panicking.
I immediately hung up the call, got up from the chair and took my blazer and rushed out, telling my secretary to lock my office.
I got inside my car with my driver, Sam, waiting for me. "To warehouse 2 Sam”, I told him
“Yes boss” he replied, and drove off.
I got out of the car and walked in, seeing my men scattered around immediately bowing when they saw me, I used my eyes to search around looking for Anders. Immediately when I spotted him, I went directly to him.
“Anders, what the hell is going on? Why is everyone not at their station!!” I yelled at him and the men around, not liking how everyone was scattered about.
“Boss, you need to see this “he told me, clearly disturbed, and went upstairs in the warehouse. I followed him, and I was immediately shocked. Everything was scattered, all my drugs and weapons were gone.
I put my hand through my hair and gently asked Anders, “Do we have any idea who did this”. He looked at me and said “Not yet boss, but we will find them “.
I walked out of there, with Anders following behind me.
When we got downstairs, I faced my men and told them “Clear this place and go to the other 6 warehouses, divide yourself and stay there for now”.
Anders and I went outside and got inside my car with Sam already waiting in the driver’s seat. “To the house Sam”. He nodded and drove off.
“What do you think, boss?” I heard Anders ask as I was lost in thought.
“I have my suspicions “I muttered, replying to him.
As the Italian mafia king, I have a lot of enemies, so it’s going to be hard to pin one person to this, but I am going to find them and destroy them. People are beginning to forget who the hell I am. Nobody messes with a Marcello.
Sam drove into the Marcello manor and Anders and I went out, opened the big living room door and went in. Anders lives with me and my family. He was my dad’s right-hand man.
He literally watched me and my brothers grow up, but after my dad retired he decided to travel the world with my mum.
I offered him a job as my right hand and I trusted him with my greatest secret, so he became my right hand man. He knows everything about me and my family.
He is like my guardian angel.
“Oh Rico, you are home, how was work?” my wife Aurora asked me, walking down the staircase to meet me. I walked into the house completely with Anders behind me, removing my blazer.
Anders looked up at my wife and greeted her.
“Hello Regina” [Regina meaning queen in Italian]
“Hey Anders, how are you? “she responded, smiling at him finally at the bottom of the stairs with me immediately wrapping my hands around her waist and kissing her.
“How are you and the babies?” I asked her after our kiss, noticing Anders had left us and gone inside.
“I am fine, but damn are your sons fussy “she replied while we walked up the stairs into our room.
“Well, they are not mine if they are not fussy’. I laughed at her, looking at her as she opened the door to our room.
“Yeah right, what is wrong? You looked gloomy when you came back?” she asked me while she went to check on our sons who were inside their crib in our room.
This was one thing I loved about my wife; I didn't need to tell her something was wrong before she knew.
She walked up to me with one of our sons in her arms and I collected him from her, rocking him in my arms as he was stirring in his sleep as she went back to carry the other one and came back to me looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Well, someone stole our drugs and weapons and killed some of my men”, I replied while looking at my firstborn twin Jamie and slowly rocking him. Aurora looked at me, shocked, replying.
"What the fuc…. Fudge, who in their right sense has the audacity to mess with us" not wanting to swear in front of our kids. My wife was my queen, and the best assassin there is, but after we decided to have kids a year ago, she stopped the field work and just focused on her restaurants. Yes, my wife is a chef. A very good one.
“Well babe, I don’t know yet, but you bet I am going to find out, and they will so regret the day they decided to mess with a Marcello”, I replied to her gently, pecking her forehead….
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