Our Beautiful Betrayal.

Alexander Junior POV.

"Good, and Asher?" Leonard Romano asks me with a raised brow. He doesn't like repeating himself twice, he doesn't like being told no, he doesn't like disobedience.

"He's talking to himself, asking why the hell the deal didn't go," I answer him honestly, keeping my face blank, only answering the questions I'm being asked.

"And the deal?" he asks me.

"It'll be done as you want it to be," I assure him.

My name is Alexander Junior Vicetti, and the jerk sitting in front of me, that's Leo, my best friend since we were children, my boss, and my leader. We are what some people would call a mafia, but we don't like to think of ourselves as so, we're just two businessmen, we deal with drugs, and weapons, and most of our deals are done in the dark instead of fancy offices.

I'm Leo's right hand, and most trusted man, he's like a brother to me, he's more than just my boss, he saved my life on several occasions, his words are my rules, and I'll do whatever he asks me to do.

"That'll be all," Leo says, dismissing me, don't you look at him treating me like this as a bad thing, we're friends first, true, but this is business, and during business hours, I am his right hand, and his personal bodyguard.

On my way out of his office, I saw her, the brown hair with pink highlights, the blue eyes hidden with big sunglasses, the skirt that's way too short, that she's trying to pull down and hide how short it is, or how it rides up her thighs when she walks.

I nod, as she passes next to me, her perfume lingering behind, it was sweet, intoxicating, just like her. Hazel Romeo, Leo's younger sister, she walked into her brother's office, probably to tell him about her newest and latest adventure. She's in college now, Leo did everything in his hand to keep her away from our life, away from our world. She's innocent, and Leo would kill to keep her that way.

I could hear Leo start to yell, his voice rising, but I tuned it all out, I had work to do, we have a new addition to our crew, and it's my job to brief them on the job, on how we do things, on why we do things. It's not just money talk here, it's also loyalty, obeying the rules, Leo's rules and mine, it's to know your place and stay there. 

When we were young, our parents, they all taught us the difference between right and wrong, between what to do, and what not to do, and it's the same thing around here. Do obey, do be loyal, do your job, do report back to me. Don't step out of line, don't talk back, don't disobey, and the number one rule, the golden rule, do not look at Hazel, do not talk to Hazel, do not touch Hazel. 

She's beautiful, intoxicating, sexy, filled with life, but she is never to cross the line to our dark side, never to be touched by our hands, never to be looked at by our eyes, she's forbidden for everyone, including me.

I did my usual briefing, listening and answering their questions. I swear, this generation is getting dumber by the moment. Their questions varied from 'can we sell our families and friends?' Can we taste the product? What happens if we get caught?

"Sell to whoever you want, no you may not taste the product, and then you're all on your own, dare to mention me, and you'll be dead before the next sunrise," I say in a cold voice, I could be scary when I want to, and I'm working on planning the fear of god inside of them.

"Don't you have mafia lawyers?" a smart ass says.

"Not for a low-level corner street seller," I say between gritted teeth, they should be smarter than that, than being caught, they should know what to do without asking me for help, and maybe get their own lawyers on speed dials.

"Anything else?" I say, ready to dismiss them, before we get short on corner sellers again.

"Yeah, who's the hot ass who walked in?" he asks, the same smart ass, I turned to him with a glare that said, think before you speak your next word, it can very well, be your last one.

"The girl with pink hair, are we free to taste her?" he asks, I got my gun out without a second thought, I lifted it until it was facing him.

"Wait...wait...if she's your hot ass, I won't be touching her, but I can't help lookin..." he says, but poor thing, he couldn't finish his sentence, the bullet has met his brains.

"Anyone else want to ask?" I warn them, and they all stayed quiet, shocked at what just happened.

"She is forbidden, if you see her, you look the other way, if she talks to you, you walk away. Forbidden, am I clear?" I ask, my gun still in hand, raised with a warning, ready to shoot anyone who's going to argue with me.

No one dared to say a word, the look of fear was evident in their eyes, the plan was to make them afraid using a different tactic, but as long as it did work, I didn't care, that's one less scumbag on the streets.

"Clean it up," I yell at them, leaving the room, we're sitting in the club, owned by Leo, it's where we run our business with a legitimate front, the club makes great money, we're up to standards, we pay our taxes, and we use it as cover.

I went outside, lit up a cigarette, dragging it in slowly before letting it out, I need a good fuck, soon, I groaned, taking another drag from my cigarette, feeling it burn through my lungs.

And then I saw her, the reason of my misery, this time she was dressed in a hoodie that belonged to me, one I left in the office, Leo's office. It covered her whole, it came down to her knees, protecting her from the diverting eyes.

She didn't look at me at first, she too had the same rules of us, don't look, don't talk, don't touch, but before she could get in her car, she turned to me, it was a quick glance, she had lost the sunglasses from earlier, I could see her eyes this time, brimmed with tears and filled with lust.

She got in her car, and drove away, I threw my cigarette on the ground and walked back in, I went to check with my friend, who was fuming, the regular after every Hazel visit.

"I need a drink," he says as soon as I walk in, so I got two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, pouring some golden liquid into the bottom of the glass and handing it over. I wanted to ask about Hazel, about what she did to have him so furious, but it's none of my business, it's not my job to ask.

"She's dating someone, I want you to check him out," but it is my job to listen.

"Name?" I say, keeping my poker face, name so I could kill them.

"Cyrus something, he goes to school with her, find out," he orders, and I just nod, drowning my drink, he's right we both need a drink.

"You're off duty AJ," he says, meaning I'm his friend now, I get to talk freely, I don't have to worry about my next words.

"I killed one of the new guys," I say with a shrug.

"No, you made a point, not to mess with you," he says with a smug smile.

I'm a giant SOB, standing of 6'2, weighing two hundred lb of pure muscle, I don't have much patience, and my temper tends to run short. I don't think twice about killing someone when it comes to work, I've done things a lot worse than that during my years with Leo.