Confronting
1103 Words
Massimo
My guys had asked for a meeting with me today, and that never happened. Something was going on and I had a feeling it was about Tori.
Don’t get me wrong, I was elated that Tori was back. Not to mention she had my little nugget with her. But my guys had been acting like fools since she returned. I wasn’t st*pid. I knew how they all felt all these years.
So here I was waiting for the three musketeers, seething. If it had something to do with Tori and they kept it from me heads were about to roll.
On cue I heard a knock on my office door.
“Come in as*holes.”
Dante was the first to come in, his massive form blanketing a shadow over the room. He looked pi*sed. Guess we both had some issues.
“What’s this about, you ask for a meeting with the Don without any explanation? Fu*king spill. Is it my sister.”
“Ya Don. We have a major problem. Have you by chance noticed your brother has a fu*ked up obsession with your little sister? Is that why you sent him away?”
My stomach dropped but I kept my face neutral.
I had a feeling something was brewing in Mario but chose to ignore it and send him far away. Now I was having an internal panic attack.
I had asked her if anyone had ever touched her before she graduated high school and her only complaint was that my best friends had been complete a*sholes. I brushed that off right away, I knew they were and I was slightly happy for it. At least they weren’t screwing my sister.
“What are you talking about?”
I could lie, say I never saw anything weird, but did. I remember seeing him leave her room one night when we were young. I didn’t think anything of it, just a brother checking on his sister.
“Otello did some digging boss, your brother has an entire decade and more of some kind of fu*ked up shrine of your sister. Nudes, you name it. Not to mention her looking very much dru*ged.”
I slumped back into my chair defeated. I had no idea that was happening. I would have ki*led him. I was officially the worst brother ever. Guess Bianca and Mario would have to d*e.
Dante
I wanted to punch my boss right in his mouth, but he looked genuinely disturbed and shocked so I was going to refrain from internal conflict, for now.
“I…I didn’t know. I sent him away because he was an unhinged a*shole ruining business. I’d ask to look at these pictures but I have a feeling I might burn the whole city down. Otello, where are they right now?”
“At the club you still haven’t taken away from Bianca. Look Massimo, I’m usually the level headed one here but this whole situation is fu*ked up. Those a*sholes should have been gone off the face of the fu*king planet as soon as Tori came back. What the fu*k man? Where’s your loyalty lie?”
Giovanni must have hit the nail on the head because for once Massimo was speechless.
“Alright enough. Don’t for one fu*king minute think I don’t care about my sister. I’m stretched thin here. I get it, I failed my sister. We don’t have time for this. Let’s go to the club and I’ll fix things.”
I was interested to see if he indeed would fix things. At this point I’d trust my Don with my life, but when it came to protecting our girls, only we could do it fully.
When we finally got to the club it was jam packed which surprised me. Normally Thursdays weren’t this busy at any of our places. Something was up.
Massimo must have agreed with my internal thoughts.
“What the he*l? Where’d all this business come from?”
Suddenly cheers were exploding on the other side. We made our way over and quickly figured out why the place was so packed.
Bartenders were making their way through the crowds pouring shots down customers throats. No measuring, no cash flowing. Bianca indeed turned this place into her own party.
As soon as Massimo saw Bianca, he walked up to her, gripping her arm hard and ripping her towards the office. I couldn’t quite hear her protests but the look on her face was pain. To my sides I saw Giovanni and Otello break off into the crowd no doubt looking for Mario. I decided to follow Massimo, I wanted answers from this wh*ar. Otello and Giovanni saw the pictures raw, so I trusted they wouldn’t hold back with Mario.
Massimo slammed the office door behind us after throwing Bianca to the floor.
“Still stealing money from me I see. Didn’t I fu*king warn you?”
She winced, rubbing her already bruising arm.
“I’m going to pay it all back Massimo! I promise!”
“I actually don’t give a sh*t about it, I have a bigger issue. Your sons a sick fu*k. Where is he?”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about! He’s not sick!”
My sick desire was starting to rear its ugly head. I leaned down and took my hunting kni*e out. Her eyes widened and the hair on the back of my neck stood to attention. I loved this feeling.
“Dante, think her plastic face could take some slight altering? That is if she doesn’t fu*king answer my questions. Where the fu*k is your kid? He’s been stalking and fantasizing about my sister since she was young. And don’t you dare try and tell me he’s innocent or you don’t know.”
“Massimo! How could you? He’s your blood. Your father would be disgusted with how you’re treating me.”
I didn’t even wait for Massimo’s permission. I gripped her chin hard and slid my knife down her cheek. The horrific scream that left her made me one happy man. She didn’t care about the pain, she cared about how she’d look.
Stupid selfish bi*ch.
Otello
Me and Giovanni were working the crown looking for that piece of sh*t when I noticed movement at the corner of my eye.
Mario, fleeing.
Before I could even make my way through the crowd the side door was open. I must have thrown at least 10 people down and I didn’t give a sh*t. By the time I made it out the door a black SUV was peeling away, tires screeching.
Fu*k.
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