My Mafia Madness 2

Chapter 36 - Who Can You Trust?

After arranging to meet with his youngest son Matteo at a local gentlemen’s club, Diego exited his luxury car and stepped out onto the concrete sidewalk, peering ahead at the agreed upon location for their meeting place.

‘Showgirls’ it was called.

As far as anyone else was concerned, he and his son were simply meeting up for an evening of drinks and ogling the erotic dancers, as they did quite often whenever Matteo visited his father in Italy.

It was kind of their father-son tradition.

Matteo, unlike Dante still had a rather good connection with his father Diego, and the two quite often enjoyed one another’s company.

But, unbeknownst to Matteo, this evening wasn’t just a casual get together for Diego Romano.

No, he had a very serious proposition to put before his youngest son. One that he could only hope Matteo would jump at with great interest.

It was no secret that Matteo had wanted to become Don since he was quite young.

He felt that it was unfair that the order in which he and his brothers had been born was how succession was decided amongst them.

But that’s how it was in the Mafia world.

Matteo felt he had just as much to give as his other brothers. Even if he was the youngest.

And Diego was wisely aware of this.

He knew about Matteo’s dream to rule and planned on using it to his own sick advantage.

Just as he was about to start walking, he felt the vibrating coming from his jacket pocket and reached inside, pulling out his slimline phone to reveal the caller ID flashing brightly on the screen.

He let out a sigh.

It appeared that Don Dario De Luca was calling.

Gritting his teeth, he glanced around before pressing the green ‘answer’ button and lifting the phone up to his ear to answer the call.

“Si?” (Yes?)

“Diego, stavo solo controllando l’andamento del nostro piccolo piano.” (Diego, I was just checking the progress of our little plan.)

Don Dario’s voice spoke confidently on the line.

“Hai già parlato con tuo figlio?” (Have you already talked to your son?)

“No, non ancora.” (No. Not yet.) Diego replied dryly.

“In realtà sto andando a farlo ora.” (I’m actually going to do it now.)

“Buona.” (Good…) Dario sneered with delight.

“E la ragazza? Come sta andando?” (And the girl? How is it going?) Diego queried, his eyes narrowing.

“È stato tutto organizzato. Ho qualcuno dentro che si occuperà di lei.” (It was all organised. I have someone inside who will take care of her.) Dario explained vaguely.

“Vieni mattina, il nostro piccolo problema sarà svanito.” (Come morning, out little problem will be gone.)

“Buona. Speriamo che vada liscio per tutti noi.” (Good. Let’s hope it goes smoothly for all of us.) Diego replied, lifting his gaze towards the doorway where the bouncers stood waiting for him to enter.

“Devo andare. Tienimi aggiornato.” (I must go. Keep me updated.)

With that, Diego lowered his phone and pressed the red ‘end call’ button, hanging up on his accomplice before repocketing his phone again.

With a giant grin, the powerful man approached the entrance and the large, built men standing guard by the doors.

They appeared to return his smile with a welcoming expression.

“Ah, signor Romano. Benvenuto!” (Ah, Mr. Romano. Welcome!)

One of the larger bodyguards standing at the entrance greeted him while nodding his head in Diego’s direction, out of complete respect to the infamously wealthy man.

Diego simply nodded his head in greeting as he passed by the Italian giant.

Strolling along through the doors which were now wide open as he approached, the popular VIP of this regularly visited establishment made his way on inside, in search of his son.

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Loud music thumped, causing the ground to vibrate along with the rhythm of the repetitive beat as strobe lights flashed brightly, illuminating sections of the staged areas while half-naked women danced about on them in a provocative manner.

The closest dancer to where Diego was had long black hair which she flicked around before running her hands up the curves of her body.

Not that Diego seemed to even notice her. His eyes were busily scanning for his son.

And after a moment of searching, he finally located Matteo, seated in one of the private VIP booths.

Matteo was surrounded by several women who appeared to be drinking with him.

The youngest Romano had always been a party animal.

Closing the gap between them, Diego came to stand beside the booth, crossing both arms in front of his chest as he stared down at his son with a smirk.

And this immediately got Matteo’s attention.

Seeing his father standing before him, the youngest Romano brother leaned in and whispered something to the nearest woman’s ear.

Seconds later, all three women slowly slinked away from the booth, leaving Matteo alone with his father.

“I see you made yourself comfortable.” Diego mused, coming to sit down on the seat beside him.

“What can I say? The ladies love me.” Matteo chuckled, brushing the back of his neck with his hand in embarrassment.

“Will you have the usual then, pop?”

Diego nodded and Matteo held out a hundred euro between two fingers, lifting it up into the air.

Within mere seconds a woman had arrived and took the money, leaning in to allow Matteo to whisper their drink orders.

With a seductive smile, the woman walked away headed towards the bar.

Matteo’s emerald green eyes watched as she purposely shook her hips from side to side, giving him a show as she left.

“I asked you here tonight for a reason, son.”

Diego decided to get right to the point as he leaned back against his seat and pulled out one of his finest cigars.

Matteo’s left brow lifted in intrigue as he watched his father snip off the end and then proceed to light it with his trusty gold-plated lighter.

“Is that so?” Matteo mused playfully, sitting forward with a smirk.

“Well please… do tell.”

After taking a couple of puffs from his cigar, Diego grabbed it between two fingers and lifted it out of his mouth, speaking his words surrounded by thick cigar smoke which poured from between his lips.

“It’s time to make your fondest dream come true, my boy.”

Matteo frowned in confusion.

“And what dream is that, exactly?” he queried.

“What would you say if I told you, I could officially make you our family’s Don?” Diego counter-queried, lifting his left brow and smirking sinisterly.

Matteo immediately froze, his stomach dropped at the words as they escaped his father’s mouth, surrounded by thickened smoke.

What his father was suggesting, it was betrayal, plain and simple!

Deciding to ask more questions, to gather as much information as he could on the matter before coming to his final conclusion, Matteo leaned down resting both his arms across his bent knees.

“I’d ask how.” he replied simply, willing his father to go on with more detail.

“Minor details, Matteo. Minor details, nothing for you to concern yourself with, for now.” Diego assured casually, waving his hand in a dismissive fashion.

“All I’m asking is, if given the chance, would you take on the title? Would you become head of our family as our newest Don?”

Matteo’s eyes lowered to the floor.

He was so muddled in thought in that moment, that finding the right words to answer his father seemed utterly impossible.

Yes, he had always wanted to become Capo, head of the Romano family and of all it’s business.

Yes, he had always wanted to prove his worth and ability by leading.

But this sort of thing would only be possible if… if...

The thought of such a thing caused him sudden concern as he contemplated what his father had planned for his eldest brother, Dante.

If Diego was indeed serious about making Matteo their leader, not only Dante but also Roberto would have to be taken out of the picture.

Permanently!

Yes, both his brothers would have to die.

Sensing that Matteo was still thinking it over, Diego decided to sweeten the deal, leaning in closer towards his son and speaking quietly so that only Matteo could hear.

“Of course, as Don you would also get to marry Dario De Luca’s daughter. I know the two of you have already met. She is a very pretty woman, no?”

Matteo looked to his father as he thought about this too.

Cellina De Luca was indeed a looker. Stunning, with all the natural Italian features a man could want.

Adding her to the pot was indeed tempting to say the least.

And if his d**k was the one making the decision here, the choice would have been simple...

But Matteo needed to play this carefully if he were to come out on the other side of it alive.

Turning to face his father and placing a hand onto Diego’s shoulder in a friendly manner, the youngest Romano son smiled from ear to ear as he spoke his next words, sealing the deal in his father’s mind.

“Alright… so what do I need to do?”

-

Dante lay beside Alexa in her guest bed. The two had remained inseparable since making up only half an hour ago and he couldn’t bear to leave her side even for a second.

As he lay with his large open palm resting over the top of her belly, he couldn’t help but smile as he wondered who it was hidden away inside there, waiting to one day meet them.

A boy… or a girl?

In all seriousness, Dante couldn’t seem to believe that there was indeed a tiny person growing inside of Alexa’s belly, no matter how much he tried to picture it.

Her stomach looked as it always had, flat with no bulge in it whatsoever.

So where was the baby?

It made absolutely no sense to him.

Having never had any experience with pregnancy in the past, Dante had no idea of what her belly should look like at such an early stage.

Deciding to keep his confused thoughts to himself for the time being, he closed his eyes and relaxed as the couple lay there in a comfortable silence together.

As his hand slowly moved down the length of her belly, coming across to her side it stopped before he hit the bandage covering her stab wound.

Dante instantly opened his eyes, feeling his body tense up at the sight of it as the memories came flooding back in of her attack.

Of seeing her laying there, so close to death...

Alexa felt him tense up and turned to look at him as she spoke with a calm and comforting tone to her sweet voice.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Dante’s emerald eyes narrowed as he spoke his thoughts of her attack out loud.

“Something’s been bugging me, about your attack...” he announced.

“Dante, it was just some homeless mugger desperate for cash.” Alexa tried to explain it away.

“I tried to fight him off and… I paid the price for such a stupid choice.”

His eyes narrowed further, into slits as he went over all of the night’s details, one by one within his mind.

How he found her in the shadowed section between the buildings.

How there was no one else around at all. It seemed strange, even at that time of the evening.

Almost… calculated… planned.

Suddenly a thought popped into his head and his eyes widened as he instantly sat up beside her on the bed, turning to face Alexa with a livened expression.

“Your purse!” he announced.

Alexa face fell as she recalled losing everything that she owned, along with it in the mugging.

“Yeah, he took it and ran when you were coming.” she admitted to him solemnly.

“I lost everything I owned in that purse.”

Dante quickly jumped off the bed and reached into his jacket, pulling out his phone and beginning to dial as he spoke, explaining what it was that had him so excited.

“If he took your purse, that means he took your phone…” he paused, lifting the phone up to his ear and grinning back at her.

“And that means we can track the bastard.”

Alexa’s eyes widened with disbelief and excitement.

Dante was right!

They had tracked her down using her phone’s GPS location on many occasions in the past, so this would be just like any of those times.

Not only would they locate her phone and possibly her missing items stolen from her, but they may even track down whoever did this to her!

She lifted her gaze to watch as Dante spoke into his phone, still with his eyes on Alexa and a smirk curving the corner of his mouth.

“Nicola, I have a very important task for you and the boys…”