Chapter 4

***Aces pov***

I stormed into the house, still fuming from what happened in the warehouse. I make my way downstairs to my fathers office, I burge in and my father is pacing the room, screaming in Italian. You can tell when he’s pissed because he always switches from Italian to English. I make my way to the chair in the corner and sit.

“CAZZO!” He's Screaming “I don’t give a fuck what you have to do dipshit, just FIX IT.”

He threw his phone against the wall, causing it to shatter in a million pieces. He sat behind his desk, put his elbow on the desk and rubbed both of his temples.

“Your brother is going to be the death of me.” He groaned.

Romano, my little brother, the smartest idiot I know. He’s brilliant, and learns quickly, but is messy. Always making stupid mistakes. From going out on the job, and leaving behind witnesses that we have to clean up after, constantly loosing our shipments. That, and he can’t keep his dick in his pants for more than two seconds. This years alone he had three girls that had pregnancy scares. Kid needs to learn how to wrap it up.

“Well,” I said finally breaking the silence. ”Uncle Rico is dead.”

“Good riddance. He was a sneaky bastard anyways. Always stealing from us to treat himself to whores.” He said not lifting his head.

“Too bad they got to him before I did.” I said coldly with a lump on my throat.

“You mean she did!!!” My father roared as if I wasn't embarrassed enough. I swallow feeling like a child being scolded.

“The Americans actually did us a favor for once.” I laughed.

“They did do us a favor killing Rico, but then those motherfuckers stole our shipment of drugs from Italy.” He slammed his hand on the desk.”

“Fucking Americans.” I mumbled as I walked over to the desk. I opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey. I poured two glasses, and handed one to my father.

“Son, the ball is coming up soon.” He spoke coldly.

“Aand?” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t give a flying fuck. Do not embarrass this family again, capisci?” He yelled “If you’re going to kill her, do it outside the ball, I don’t give a fuck. But we can’t break this relationship with the Mexicans.”

“Sir yes sir.” I spit out sarcastically. Fuck this stupid ball. Every year , it’s the same shit. We’re fucking criminals, so why are we pretending to act civil for a night? We all get together, and see our rivals, our enemies, and pretend that we are at peace for the sake of business. It’s a waste of time. Oh wait, a very extravagant, and expensive waste of time.

“Your neck … was it her again?” his icy glare fixed on blood still coming out of my neck. His words snapped me out of my thoughts. “The one and fucking only.” I growled refilling my drink.

“How many years has it been? And you still can’t take out a little bitch? The fuck is wrong with you son?” He hissed.

I ask myself that everyday. I threw my glass at the wall. It’s not like his words were anything new to me. I stormed out of his office and went to my room. I needed a long fucking shower. I reached the door to hear some muffled yelling from behind the door.

I swing open my door open to see two whores I fucked last week on my bed. The redhead, was still wearing her Lingerie, while the blonde was completely naked. I didn’t know their names, and I really didn’t care too. They were both attractive girls, double Ds, fat asses. The blonde one had her legs spread, moaning as the red head was sucking her clit.

“Daddy’s back!” The blonde yelled. As soon as she did, the red head lifted her head and turned to me.

“How the hell did you get in my house!?” I yelled.

Ignoring my question they ran over giggling, got on their knees, and started to undo my belt.

“Oh daddzzy, we just wanted you to please you” the red head moaned and she aggressively pulled down my pants.

She moved her obnoxious red hair aside, and my eyes noticed a tattoo behind her neck. I strocked my hand down her hair, and grabbed a fist full, pulling her head forward. I immediately saw the branding, and raise my gun up to the blondes head. Before she could do anything, I shot her between the eyes, and turned my attention to the red head. She reached into her bra, and pulled out a syringe, and tried to stab it into my thigh.

I side stepped her, and shot her hand. The syringe fell to the ground and she screamed in agony. I threw a quickly right hook, knocking her out. My father and a few guards barged in, all with guns out, evaluating the situation at hand. Blood was sprayed all over my room and floor.

“Which one of you idiots let these whores in?” I growled.

“Sir, we never allow anyone besides family on the premises. A guard said sternly I glanced over to my window. It’s slightly cracked, letting a breeze flow through my now silent room.

“…Father , I think we might have a problem.” I motioned to the red head and the branding on the back of her neck. His eyes widened, and his demeanor grew tense.

“Get this fucking mess taken care of, and take her to the back house. I’ll handle it personally.” I hissed at the guards.