Chapter 8

Vincenzo's POV 

“Boss, do you think they would find out it's us?” Gio asked me, stuttering a bit, “Well, I'll be dump if I say No, but even if they do, everyone has a price and with my influence, they cannot refuse,” I say, my tone tinged with sarcasm and nonchalance, those are the least of my worries.

I walk into the house, Gio, Paulo and Riccardo following closely behind me, while the rest of my men continue what they are doing, I get to the first living room and I find my uncle Erico, sitting his gaze fixed on the television, “His body was found dead in the car that was involved in the accident, his body was the only body that was seen, every other person that was involved were out of sight before the police arrived.” Was the newscaster's voice from the television.

Hearing that I knew my uncle had gotten the news as well, “My son,” he said, getting on his feet immediately he saw me, his expression soft and sympathetic, as he held out his hands to hug me, I hugged him and pulled out almost immediately.

“Did you see the news?” He asked, surprise, evident in his tone, “Well, I haven't seen the news, I haven't logged into my socials yet, but with this I know the news will be all over the place, Detective James called me, he was the one who found their bodies with his crew, but the police are doing their investigations,” I say, indifferently, I do not like to appear weak before others but deep down, I was breaking apart.

I saw my uncle's expression change from soft to annoyed and furious, “ Arrostiremo vivi i suoi assassini (We will roast his killers alive)” my uncle gritted, his eyes blazing with fury, we speak Italian when we are angry or when we don't want the next person to hear our conversation.

“Where is Thomas? Did he survive?” My uncle asked, his tone mixed with curiosity and concern for our consigliere, too bad he was a betrayer, “he ran away, he helped our enemies kill your brother,” I say, my voice almost cracking, if not that Thomas ran away, I could swear he couldn't betray this family, but the deed has been done, the consequences follow up next.

My uncle goes silent as though he is thinking or processing my words. I also felt the same when the news got to me. I remember he went to settle with the New feds on our Russian route, “How did it go?” I ask him, my voice firm and demanding.

He knew what I was talking about he quickly answered, “They refused to take the money, they said forty percent for all our shippings,” my uncle said, slightly looking down, he will submit to me from now on, as my father is no longer alive, but that doesn't mean he'll be acting like my boys.

“What?!! That's ridiculous?” I say, my tone is a bit shrill as I speak.

“That's what they said, I tried negotiating with them but they wouldn't budge, I told them I'll come back some other time,” my uncle said looking straight into my eyes this time as I gestured for him to look up.

I scoff audibly, “these New feds are greedy,” I say massaging my chin, “they know we need them, that's why they are placing such a huge price on their service, I feel like putting bullets through their balls, forty percent is too much, if we give them that they'll be making a shit ton of money from us in a short while,” I say more like a suggestion, after pondering on the thought for a while I look up to my uncle about to speak when I see my baby emerge from the elevator and running to my arms, her eyes puffy and red, without asking I know she has heard the news.

I open my arms and she hugs me tightly, I caress her hair while she sobs in my arms, “Thanks for going anyway, we'll reschedule and meet up with them, where persuasion is not allowed, force is applied, we have a huge shipping coming in, in a few weeks, everything has to go smoothly,” I say, dismissively, as I walk out carrying my baby in my broad arms.

My men stay back, as I enter the elevator, my baby in my arms sobbing, soon we get to my room and I lay her on the bed, she sits up, she tries to speak but her breath catches in her throat, I use my thumb to clean her eyes, “it's okay,” I say patting her back as I sit at behind her, soon she regains her voice and speaks, “I had breakfast with him this morning,” she manages to say her voice cracking with emotion.

My father liked her, she was sweet person, she spent time with my dad whenever he was home and I was not around, she even goes on dates with him and sometimes shopping, that's her reason for crying this much, maybe if she hadn't bonded so much with him it wouldn't hurt her so much.

I feel bad, I feel hurt too, but I can't break down in front of her or anyone, if both of us start crying who is going to console the other, before I know tears roll down my cheeks and I quickly clean it up before she sees it.

“What about the people that killed him? were they caught?” She asks, turning to face me.

“Not yet, but soon they'll be caught, I have my men stationed in various places looking for the people involved,” I say, my voice soft and promising.

I see a resolve in her expression and I know she's relieved, everyone wants revenge on my father's murderers, but the most of the responsibility lies on my shoulders. I'm certainly not letting anyone down.

I notice my girlfriend's temperature becomes high, “I think you need to rest, let me get you some meds, you have to stop crying so you don't fall sick, I'm sure even he won't be happy is you get sick,”I taunt her, and she smiles sadly.