Bobby DeLuca of the Italian Mafia was sitting at his cluttered desk vigorously finishing up the final paperwork so his grumpy old man could see he was capable of becoming the Alpha of the Mafia. His job was a feisty one, but he made sure every ounce of evidence burned alongside the bodies. Bobby was a ruthless killer; he has no remorse for those that defied the Mafia.
“Bobby, your Father Vincent is looking for you.” Mico the right hand of Bobby said coming into his office. He knew Bobby was tired and didn’t want to be disturbed but when Vincent calls, you answer the call or be killed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bobby growled; he wasn’t done, he wasn’t going to be rushed. “I’ll get up in a minute.” He said scribbling on the paper. “Finished.” He snapped getting up, pushing his oversized leather chair away from his legs. Bobby glanced at the Grandfather clock, as it hit noon, it chimed.
Mico waited at the door, he knew Bobby was pissed, and he didn’t want to step over anything. Bobby rushed past him, the sooner he gave the paperwork to his Father the better.
Walking into his Father’s office. “Here.” Bobby snapped. “You couldn’t wait could you old man?”
His father turned to face him, a look of disgust. “No. You know I can’t stand waiting.” He said snatching the papers out of Bobby’s hands. He looked down. “A little nicer next time.” He growled throwing them on his neat desk. “Now sit.” He growled.
“For what?” Bobby growled. “You got the paperwork; I need a shower.”
Vincent rushed around the desk, grabbing Bobby by the throat, lifting him in the air. “When I tell you to do something, I suggest you do it.” He growled throwing Bobby into the chair. “You need to show your respect, remember I choose who is Alpha, and your attitude is showing me otherwise.” He said walking back around his desk. He took a seat and stared at Bobby for a minute. He was pissed.
Bobby sat up in the chair, rubbing his neck. “Now what?” he growled.
Vincent looked away from him, fishing into his desk drawer. “I have information about a Daughter of yours.” He snapped throwing the folder at him. “Explain it!” he demanded.
Bobby opened the folder, looking at the pictures. He recognized the woman but didn’t remember her name. “I know her face, but don’t remember her name,” he said throwing the folder on the desk. “I have no Daughter.” He growled. He was growing tired of this already, his body was dirty, he wanted to sleep.
“Oh, you have a Daughter.” Vincent snapped at him. “Do I need to teach you a lesson?” he said getting up and walking to the other side of the desk, he leaned against it. “My information is correct.” He snapped at Bobby. “You were a careless son of a bitch in New York fourteen years prior. The whore you paid got pregnant. What the hell were you thinking!”
Bobby thought about New York and fourteen years prior. The boys and he went and paid some girls, he was careful. He used protection. “I used protection, why now?” Bobby said shaking his head.
“Not.” Vincent smacks him upside the head. “You do realize the DeMarco family resides in New York City. Where you bought your whore.” He said shaking his head. “You need to get this right, bring the girl here. Hopefully Brenda your whore isn’t with the DeMarco family, otherwise, a new war has started and you will have to finish this before it blows up in your face. DeMarco is a dirty son of a bitch.” He said walking to the window. “Get the girl here, and we’ll finish with DeMarco later.” He said without looking at him. “I give you a month to handle this or I’ll take you out.” He said turning to face Bobby. “Thirty days. Get out!” he growled.
Bobby walked out of the office, leaving the door open. He was pissed, he needed to find Mico and get this started. His father threatened his life. He knew this was serious business. Mico was waiting in Bobby’s office.
“So?” Mico asked.
“I’m pissed.” He said throwing his wine glass at the wall. “I have a daughter.” He said punching the wall. “How the fuck do I have a daughter?”
“Where is this daughter?” Mico question, he stayed in the corner. When Bobby got mad, he was crazy.
“New York City,” Bobby said pacing around the office. Boxes littered the floor, he needed to clean up. “The one whore I paid for, got pregnant!” Bobby looked down at his hand, it hurt and was bleeding but it was expected since he punched a brick wall hard enough to leave knuckle imprints. “My father says I have thirty days, or I am a dead man. Get out!” Bobby growled.
Mico did as he asked, Bobby rarely asked him to leave the room, so he knew this was serious.
Bobby sat down at his desk, pushing papers aside, he found his phone. Dialing a number of an informant he had in the city. “It’s Bobby.” He growled into the phone.
“Long time, how are you?” the man on the other side asked.
“Not good Geno.” He said gritting his teeth. “I need you to find Brenda, I don’t know her last name. But she hung around Little Italy, she has a Daughter, I want to know if this is true or not.” He spoke. “I’m coming to New York, once I have a plane ready, but I need answers yesterday.”
“I’ll be in touch,” Geno said before hanging up.
Bobby left his office, Mico was waiting for him by the stairs. “You need to get our plane ready, I need a shower, ten minutes.” Bobby snapped before walking down the hall to his bedroom.
Bobby was ready in five minutes. He grabbed his bag and headed to the plane. Mico was waiting at the door for him. “I called the boys in New York to let them know to expect us,” Mico said following Bobby up the stairs.
“I called Geno,” Bobby said sitting down. He pulled out his phone and dialed Geno again. “We’ll be there in eight hours, have a hotel ready when we arrive.” He said hanging up the phone before Geno could annoy him with any other questions.
Bobby closed his eyes, one of his migraines was creeping up. He didn’t need this, his blood boiled at the thought of having a Daughter, possibly by a DeMarco whore. He knew that a war with NYC would be disastrous. No turning back now.
“Here,” Mico said handing him some narcotics.
“Thanks.” Bobby snatched them from his hand. He tossed the pills into his throat and drank some water. Closing his eyes, he played this whole situation out. It was either going to be easy, or it’s going to be blood. Knowing Bobby’s luck, there would be plenty of bloodshed.
Mico tapped Bobby on the shoulder. Bobby shook his head; he opened his eyes. “What?” he growled with fire in his eyes.
“We’re in New York. You slept through the ride. Boys are waiting out.” He said walking to the door.
Bobby adjusted his shirt. He wasn’t dressed in a suit this time. He wore black jeans and a plain black top. He put his shades on, combing his black hair out of his face, he walked to the door. The plane was small, but he didn’t need anything bigger.
Walking down the three steps, Mico waited by a black escalade. Bobby looked at his team, they were perfect. He thought about running the mafia in the states but didn’t like the American culture too much. Mico slid in next to Bobby.
Bobby’s phone rang, it wasn’t a number he recognized. “Yeah?” he snapped in the phone.
“Bobby DeLuca, what gives me the pleasure of you in my country?” the man asked.
“Who is this?” he said sounding annoyed. His head still hurt.“Ryan DeMarco.” He said laughing on the phone. “Don’t you remember me?”Bobby pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure how he knew they were coming to America. “I remember you.”“Good.” He spoke. “So why are you here?”“I have business here, does it matter?” Bobby snapped. “Nothing to do with you or your family DeMarco.&r
Getting Ryan out of the back of the SUV, Mico and Bobby dragged him into the hotel. Throwing him on the floor, Bobby couldn’t wait for the asshole to wake up. Bobby had a smile on his face, he was happy Ryan was on the floor.“Let’s get him tied to a chair.” Bobby snapped. He opened his bag and pulled out some rope, and duct tape. He was going to torture him slowly at first, he was going to enjoy every minute of this.Once they had him tied up, Bobby sat in front of him waiting for the prick to wake up. “Damn I didn’t hit him that hard.” He spat at Mico.
“You come to my city and have demands.” The Don said. “Please tell me, how is your father? That waste of werewolf bowed to me.” He said laughing like he told a joke. He watched Bobby he wasn’t sure if Bobby was seriously trying to get himself killed or if he was the Alpha, he didn’t smell like it but he was acting like he was.“I am in charge now.” Bobby snapped at him. “That is why I am here; you and your goons are going down.” He said folding his arms across his chest. He watched the movement behind him, and to the side. Everyone was starting to get pissed. It was what Bobby wanted. When you’re angry, you make mistakes.“
Bobby jerked his eyes open, adjusting his eyes he was in a hospital room. His jaw tightened. Mico knew he hated hospitals, and the fact he was in nothing but a hospital gown. He hated the smell; it was too clean and he was going to beat the shit out of Mico when he saw him again.“Oh, good you are awake.” The Doctor said looking at him. “You had to have two surgeries, we almost lost you on the first one. Who shot you?” His eyes not leaving Bobby’s.Bobby wasn’t going to answer him. He didn’t want the police involved; he hated the line of questioning. “Don’t worry about it when I am out of here, I will take care of my problems.” Bobby s
Bobby sat on the bed and thought about everything that has happened. He needed to call his Father Vincent so he would at least know what was going on. He dialed. He wasn’t sure how his father was going to react to everything. He didn’t want the drama, but he needed to speak with him.“You better have good news,” Vincent growled into the phone.Bobby held his breath; he didn’t want to give his father bad news or no news but he didn’t have good news either. “Not yet,” Bobby said getting to his feet. “I am taking care of things, don’t worry.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.“
“You need a good lay,” Mico said digging into the fresh food sitting in front of him. “Maybe your mate will help you out.” He said as he kept eating. Mico was right Bobby hadn’t had a good lay in ages. He didn’t have time for girls, his father always had him working, and working. He was preparing for taking over for his father, he was getting older and Bobby was the only person ready for the job.“I don’t have time for a good lay.” Bobby snapped. “I need to get my daughter and get us out of here without any more issues,” Bobby said taking a big bite of his hamburger. “I just hope tomorrow goes well.”
Bobby was getting tired of this game; he was going to have to do something about this. He knew Ryan was going to kill her, it was only a matter of time, and he wasn’t going to stand around and let it happen. He thought about going back to the hotel where he saw the Don, but then he remembered he was outmatched there, so he knew he needed to be smart. He had to have more weapons, maybe even bring in some help this time around.Pulling out his phone, he dialed Mico. “Boss?” he said before Bobby said anything.“Get some men together, come where I am. We are going to have some fun.” Bobby said hanging the phone up. He wanted to know how Ryan saw him. Any of these build
Bobby opened his eyes, he frowned when he remembered he was still in the United States. “I cannot wait to be out of here.” He said out loud.“Me either,” Mico said coming out of the dark. “She has been taken care of. She tried to reason with us, but we made sure she was dead.” He sat down next to him. “So, what’s next.”“I need to get ready for my date, I need to make a plan for the villa. I don’t know how many men I am going to lose in this. Hell, I don’t even know I am going to make it out of this alive. All my life I didn’t care if I lived or died, and now I am scared that I am going to die all because I have a dau