Chapter 2

Carlos Gotti's Pov

 

“Search everywhere for him.” I heard a voice coming from behind the door; the girl who helped me out had run back to get some bandages.

 

Staying here was becoming more dangerous; I had no men by my side and came unarmed to get some groceries when Gambino men surrounded me. Someone must have given off my location. After I didn't sign a business deal with the Gambino, they have been on my neck to desperately kill me and have their way. My guards were left downstairs, where I walked into the grocery shop, shopping like every normal person. Nonna was coming to visit me, so I had to get the things she wanted myself.

 

Yeah, it was a stupid mistake. I had read the contract, and it wasn't as pleasing as I had thought; all proposals were in their favor, and I wasn't going to sign that.

 

Disrespected at the gut of them tracing me in, I received an axe wound on my chest and managed to escape through the backdoor. As I kept running, my chest throbbing within me, I heard distant music.

 

If I managed to get into the party, I could hide somewhere till the guys were cleared and I could get an opportunity to make a call, but I ran in and saw everyone in masks. I didn't have any choice but to pull this trick on a beautiful girl that stood alone.

 

 

Yea, she saved my life, and I didn't have the opportunity to thank her.

 

“Gambinos are the once after my life,” I said to my uncle, who was seated at the sofa.

 

“You are the new don now. You need to show them you are the Don of the Gotti; you need to show them strength,” my uncle said harshly.

 

“Yeah, I will take care of it.” 

 

My name is Carlos Gotti, the don of the most feared Mafia in Las Vegas. I happened to become the next don after my father passed away. Most people hated us because we are the law; we controlled everything in Las Vegas, the illegal business, clubs, and stripes clubs. We hardly got checked as most policemen were on our payroll. They pledge to us. You can call us ruthless, but we are the most respected Mafia don in Las Vegas. We have other mafia, just like Gambino, who want to bring us down and take over the business.

 

“Vito, I want you to find every detail of the woman in this ID,” I said to my personal guard, handing him over the school ID I picked from the floor last night and dropped by the girl who saved me.

 

It was the only piece of information I had of her if I managed to track her. I was going to show her how grateful I'm for saving my life, though I couldn't see her face clearly since she was wearing a mask.

 

I cleared my throat after I met the girl who saved my life. My personal guard happened to track her address.

 

She had a box of cake on her hand, like she was going on delivery. Her mouth fell slightly open as she watched me get off my 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO.

 

“Isabella Moretti.” I called her name, and she looked so surprised.

 

“Who are you?” She said, irritated at how close the car was to her, I double-crossed her, and that was the only time I could find her alone ever since I started tracking her.

 

“I’mCarlos Gotti. Thank you for saving my life.” I drew out my wallet, wrote down a check for ten million dollars, and handed it over to her. She gasped in surprise, her eyes falling back at me.

 

She raised an eyebrow in confusion before smiling.

 

“Thank you so much; I didn't think my little kindness would get me this much money.”

 

“Here, you can call me whenever you need me,” I said, handling her over my card.

 

 

“You can have this for all your troubles,” she handed me over the box of cupcakes she had in hand. 

 

“Thank you,” I said before getting back into the car. We drove to a secluded area, and I came out to get some fresh air with Frank, my driver, leaning our backs against the car. He had been my driver for as long as I could remember.

 

“Umh, this tastes like Nonna cupcakes,” I said to Frank; he had been my driver right from when I was little. He was robust with a protruding stomach and a few wise beards around his chin to show off his wisdom of age.

 

“I sneak out those from the kitchen whenever Nonna isn't looking. Let me have those,” he said with a chuckle. I nodded my head.

 

“Was that the reason why you betrayed me? You told the Gambino's my location.” His brows were twisted in confusion; I knew he didn't see it coming. He didn't expect me to find out, but I knew he was the one who gave out my address.

 

“What are you talking about? No, I didn't.” He looked so terrified. I guess he didn't know I was going to find out. The Gambino's won't have known my location unless someone told them. One of my men betrayed me.

 

Veto pulled the car closer, whining the glass down; he took a clean shot to his head. Frank slid down to the floor lifeless.

 

“I hate when people lie to me." I took one of the cupcakes and placed it in his hand; that's one of the things you get for betraying me. I wonder how much he was being paid to sell me out. Just like when I was about to enter my car, my phone rang.

 

Checking the caller ID, it was an unknown number.

 

"Hello,” a girl said seductively over the phone.

 

“Is Isabella Moretti the one who saved your life? You asked me to call whenever I ran into trouble, remember?” she said.

 

“Oh, yes”

 

“My birthday is coming up, and I was thinking if we could have a party together,” she said.

 

I thought I paid her off. What does she want this time?