ANTONIOI bang my hand heavily on the wall.Out of anger.I still can't believe my eyes.I should have known.I should have suspected.This is not the first time we were dealing with the Portuguese.So why would they turn on us all of a sudden?Something must have spooked them.It was all Don Vito.He made them act this way.Apparently, he had been dealing with them secretly. I didn't know a thing about it.That was unlike him.He is my godfather and he runs practically all he does by me and I do the same also.Well, except for the fact that I have Miranda in my custody.He must not know about that.The Portuguese definitely didn't like the way things turned out.Don Vito was embezzling and left them out of the share.Now they want to take back everything and take the mafia out of the way.All of these papers prove it.This is a big reveal even for me.Rivera was going to use this to buy her way in or out, whichever way.Perhaps Don Vito knew about this, and that was why he ended her
DON VITOMy solace. My cigar. Always in my hands.If I am not smoking then I am obviously not in my right senses.I sat in my exalted chair puffing smoke in the air repeatedly while I stared at my bastard son who was tied right in front of me.I had been on a wild search ever since Antonio told me the sort of snitch I was having around.I didn’t believe him at first but as it stands, Antonio had my best interest at heart.It wasn’t difficult finding Jordan. Paulo was nowhere to be found.Even Antonio would be surprised if he knew that I already had him in custody.But I didn’t let him know.Antonio was my godson. I knew him better than anyone.He had been with me right from his teenage years.Many people thought he was my son. My biological son.I actually did treat him like one, He grew up to become my second in command.He was a tough one. Smart and intelligent. A boy with vision and addiction to becoming great.I saw him climb up to heights before my very eyes and I just knew I was
MIRANDAThe excitement.To see him, again.I couldn't help but shout his name the instance I saw him.My friend. My funny friend.Xander. I was so happy to see him after that unfortunate incident that put both our lives in danger.However, I tried to control my excitement so as not to do too much.Antonio is a jealous being. He could be watching from anywhere waiting to strike.He is jealous that much to do that.“How is your leg, Xander?” I asked.“Better than before,” he answered.It was as though he was never shot.I stared at his treated legs for a while before it dawned on me that Xander was actually in my room.I must have been carried away by the excitement.Antonio must not meet him here.“You have to leave Xander. Do not take this the wrong way. I am really happy to see you but Antonio must not meet you here!” I voiced out.“Oh, my bad. I am sorry about that. Although, if I am not mistaken, I think Mr. Antonio just drove away.”“I heard the sound of his vehicle just now.”If
ANTONIOI know it wasn't an ordinary call.At first, I thought, what if Jordan already told him about my time with Rivera?Since he worked for the Portuguese, he could have known about Rivera's plans and the meeting.What if Jordan already told him everything?Including what Rivera failed to tell me.Confused. I was really that confused.A lot was running through my head.Miranda. My unborn baby. Xander's naughty attitude and how I would deal with it.Sometimes I wonder if that boy doesn't know what I am capable of.I only see how Miranda behaves when he is with her.I don't want that happiness. I don't want it for her.Not when it's coming from someone else.Not from Xander.He better not be there when I get back. Else he is dead.I drove as swiftly as I could to Don Vito's residence. I could imagine what Jordan was facing already.Even though he was the boss's bastard son, he wouldn't take it easy with him.That, I was sure of.Even the hooker who gave birth to him had her own shar
MIRANDAI coughed.Could it be what I am thinking?Could it be just exactly what I have in mind about this?If it was then I guess things are beginning to come out right.I sat and stared at the photo that accidentally popped out of the file.It was Antonio and who I think is his sister.They look pretty much alike.It has to be her. Antonio's sister.He once told me he had a sister one particular night when we had multiple rounds of sex.He must have been really excited that night for him to have blurted that out to me.Well, that was the first and last time he spoke about her.But I remembered him saying, people called her his twin sister but they were never twins but shared a super striking resemblance.It's definitely her.My mind snapped back to what I was doing.My plan.I already had the perfect bargain with me In case of any trouble.Antonio wouldn't see this coming.Don Vito is just so evil.I wonder how he could do such to his godson…..Immediately I packed the files back an
FEW YEARS AGO,ANTONIO'S POVI stormed in.My eyes darted everywhere in search of my briefcase.“Where the fuck is it?” It was right here before I left this morning.“Who the heck came for it?” I spoke out angrily as I searched the room.That briefcase contained a million dollars and a hard drive. The hard drive. The actual reason I am looking for the briefcase.The money is nothing to me.I can do that in just two hours.It wouldn't take a joule of energy from me.But the hard drive wasn't something I could create or recreate if it ever got missing.It was essential. Essential to my life, to Don Vito, to the whole mafia.Every of our business plans and grade dealings were drafted into a single document for reference purposes.It was time to present one of the biggest shows to the Chinese, our top investors, and everything we need is on that drive.I kept searching and searching but I couldn't find it.Only if I could get the briefcase, then I would be relaxed.But there was no sign
ANTONIO'S POV"What do you mean you can't find my sister?""Is she so small to be seen or searched for?""Get out of my sight Andre, and get her for me," I said in a loud tone.Are these people playing a prank on me?I was here an hour ago and l spoke to her.So what does Andre mean by 'she is missing'?In a house full of able-bodied men to guard and protect her?No, It must be a prank.I didn't take it so seriously.I was more bothered about my missing briefcase.How the heck does something as big as a briefcase suddenly get missing in a house?"Boys!!!" I shouted.That was what I call them.It wasn't a code or a slang peculiar to the mafia.It was just my thing whenever I wanted to call out to my men.“Boys,” I called out again.They assembled in front of me including Andre, the guy who came to tell me he couldn't find my sister.“Andre. Where is she?" I asked.“I still can't find her boss. I have searched everywhere even upstairs in her room. She is not there, boss,” Andre said, lo
ANTONIO"So you didn't see her since then?" Miranda spoke softly as she watched me narrate how my sister had gone missing.“I didn't but I knew for a start she was taken away. I knew someone was behind it but I never knew who it was.”I never thought of going to Don Vito's place.That was simply because of the missing items which I made a promise to bring back to him.My mind never thought Don Vito could be behind it.He wasn't such to do so.I was his godson for goodness sake.We don't harm family.Not just a mafia code but a bond.“Why would Don do such to me?”I paced around the room.So he had Carmela in his custody all those years and didn't say a word to me.For a full year, I searched every corner of the earth for her but couldn't find her.At some point, I became discouraged and sad.There was no news of her kidnap.Nobody saw her.Nobody saw anything.I had no choice but to report to the police.But there were still no positive results.Virtually, every mafia crib was raided.
MIRANDAI was beginning to miss him so much.His touch, his smile, his voice, the picture of Antonio and I, and the time we spent together, lingered on my mind.He was becoming an integral part of me, and I loved it. The bond we shared was special.I checked my phone and saw the missed calls from Antonio, he must have called, while I was talking to Zacko, making sure Joycelyn got here safely.I called him back, but there was no response. So I figured, that he might be busy, then I dropped a caring text for him.Antonio's voice was all I wanted to hear now. There was a subtle knock at the door.“Come in" I gestured.Mirabel, my cook came in, to know what I would like to have for dinner.I requested a fruit salad, spaghetti, and fish, and told her to make it for three persons, Xander and Joycelyn inclusive.“Excuse me, ma’am, I don't mean to be rude, but Mr. Dante instructed that I cook for you, personally", Mirabel stated respectfully.“Yes, that's the more reason, you would do as I as
DON VITOHer soft skin and fragile look appealed to my appetite. I could smell her fear, yet the defiance in her eyes caught my arousal.Her standing pink nipples pierced their gaze at me while her pussy was dripping wet on my command.“Continue touching yourself my little girl”My deep baritone voice commanded. As her sweet moans played like a symphony to my ears, she gave me a pleasurable view.My d*** was getting hard as a rock, I didn't want to have a taste of her yet, I watched as she continued playing with her throbbing pussy with her legs wide open.“Damn this girl is so clean" I smirked, at the thought of that. There was no dent on her skin, truly she was divine like her name “Angela".I stood from the sofa, where I sat, stroking my hard member,“You have done well my little girl, pleasing me with that view and action of yours, Come get this reward on your knees”At this moment, the defiance in her eyes turned to a burning fire, she swayed her hips, and knelt, taking hold of m
CRISTO“Drive Faster Vance, we need to get there on time” I said, worried that we might be late to meet Antonio at his Mansion.“Take a chill pill, Cristo, I'm on high speed already, Do you want us to crash?" Vance asked.Vance was right, if he sped any further, we would crash. Besides, it was my fault we were late.I fell sick, vomiting due to what I ate, which didn't agree with my stomach. Vance had to stop several times so I could puke and catch my breath.“It's ten minutes to twelve," I gasped.“We are almost there," Vance said as he swerved the Lambo to the right, taking a shortcut.In less than seven minutes, we were at Antonio's Mansion.“You're one hell of a driver" I praised Vance, my voice tinged with relief and admiration.“You can say that again, Man," Vance replied, with a big smile on his face.Antonio's bodyguards walked towards us and carried out their routine search, before asking us to follow them to the living room.We sat down and were offered drinks. Vance took a
CRISTOThe most important days in a man's life are the day he is born and the day he dies.No man knows the day he will die.With Don Vito's revolver pointed at my head, my thoughts raced between life and death.My conscience was clear; I knew I was no traitor and I would face death with honor.“One, two…”As Don Vito pulled the trigger, I heard no sound and felt no impact. I opened my eyes to find a grinning Don Vito, who said,“You have passed my test, Cristo, get up for your next mission"All along, it was a test of my loyalty. The Mafia world was no playground, and Don Vito was a master of its treacherous game."Thank you Boss. I'm honored”. I replied, grateful to have survived.Don Vito nodded, dismissing me for the night with a final order to pick up my next assignment in the morning. As I took my leave, I gave him a final salute of gratitude.I rose at dawn the next day and waited outside Don Vito's room, ready to receive my next assignment.Vance, the sly fox, smiled at me as
ANTONIO“Cristo” I muttered under my breath.He flashed his consistently cunning smile as he sat on the sofa across the room.“Antonio, it's been a while. How are you?"He asked in glee as he poured me a drink.As I took the drink from his outstretched hand, I replied him" I'm doing well. How was your trip?”With an air of confidence,"Profits skyrocketed," Cristo boasted with a smile. "Overseas business doubled, just as planned."Our glasses clinked and we toasted to his success, sipping our drinks as I observed mine. Whatever made Cristo return from his overseas duty must be important.Don Vito made his timely entrance into the room with a file in his hand as if on cue."I see you both are catching up" he observed.While Don Vito set the file on the table, I thought to myself,"It's about time I knew more about this business deal."Don Vito looked at me with a keen eye, stating,"You and Cristo will handle this operation."As he explained the details of the deal, his words were del
DON VITO“Sir, he already got back to us,” those words rang aloud in my ears. If Antonio wasn't there that minute, I would have hit my head angrily and pulled out a gun on the stupid guard.Antonio is a wise son I wish I had.He was smart enough to decipher the least possible code in the room in a very short time; that was how clever he was.“It's fine. I would be there shortly,” I said hastily so as to dismiss the guard.“Is something in operation that I don't know of, Don?” Antonio asked.There goes it. The very question I would have expressly avoided if not for that foolish guard. “Nothing, son. Just some calls I couldn't make before I came out here,” I answered and puffed my cigar.Clearing all doubt, I walked towards Antonio, “You seem off.”He took a step back and cleared his throat.“Do we have a pending operation, Boss?” He said, supposedly dodging the question.“Yes, we do. There is a new product coming in. I want you to be there to get it. I don't want to send the boys.”He
ANTONIO'S POVSuspicious.I just seem so sure of it. The call wasn't a genuine one.Either I am being put to the test or Don is playing a trick on me.As a sharp one, I didn't bother questioning myself for too long.“Miranda, I have to be somewhere. I will be back by evening,” I said as I put on my shirt.“And your meal? What would happen to it? You need to take something before you leave,” she said in a caring tone.The aroma of the food was already tempting but this is Don we are talking about.Who knows? He might already be on his way to the mansion. Now that he is doing things to spite me, I presume.I still don't want to believe that call was made ordinarily by Vance.“It can't be!” I snapped.Like a sudden reaction, I grabbed my car keys nearby and headed to the Ferrari parked outside the V-lodge, a name I gave my house during my time of purchasing it from another private individual.I was off to the mansion when a thought captured my attention. “What if that was actually Don Vi
XANDERI looked around. Checking to see if anyone heard the young man as he shouted at me.“I will, you don't have to shout, kid.” I said.“Kid? Don't let my young face deceive you, Xander. Pick the call, now!” He lashed back.I took a deep breath and exhaled, “You know this isn't even my phone. It's for the other guy,” I whispered.“Oh really, well you ought to know if the call is meant for you so what's your move, smart ass?”“I would pick up the call,” I muttered.I took a quick look at the number calling. It was a strange number. “Oh fuck! If this is Don Vito then I am done for!!!”“Hello?” I said slowly only to be met with a voice I didn't know.It wasn't Don Vito but one of his men.“Hello? Speak up, motherfucker. Where are you and what's happening? Don needs an update!!” The voice on the other end said.“I just wanted to tell you I am safe where I am in this new place, Dad,” I spoke stylishly.Hopefully, this guard doesn't ask further questions or perhaps decode what I just did
DON VITO“Hmmmmm……”“Maybe I need to pay a visit to Antonio's mansion.”“I can't keep waiting to hear from that good-for-nothing fellow.” I said to myself as I caressed the gun in my left hand.Perhaps he thinks I am joking with all of this.“Hahhahahha.”“I need to teach him a lesson. Maybe I will just start by beheading his father.”That should signal to him what I am capable of. It looks like his company with Antonio is giving him some liver or low thoughts about what I can actually do.Or could it be that Antonio knows about him?Naaaa…Xander won't be stupid enough to blow it all.“Boss, Antonio just drove in. You gave an instruction not to let anyone know you in, does that include….?”“Why do you think you find it hard to complete that sentence?” I cut him short all of a sudden.He gave no response. “Exactly. That man there is my godson. Don't do beyond yourself, Mafia,” I warned.I walked to the curtains, slightly looking through to see Antonio.“Hey you, bring the girls here. I