Chapter Three

Lorenzo POV

I sit in a very uncomfortable chair, forced to wait for my son. I light a cigarette, something I do when I am pissed. So instead I remember what happened to lead me to this shit.

*****

“Don’t be an ass Lorenzo go talk to him.” Giana says rolling her eyes. For a sixteen year old she has a filthy mouth on her.

“I second that.” Enzo, my second in command says. I send a glare at him and he looks down. He had taken it upon himself to ‘fix’ my problem, even going as far as getting me a lunch date with my fucking son who if it isn’t obvious hates me.

“As much as I love both of your unnecessary advice.” I don’t. “Giana you should not be involved in any of this and you Enzo will go through a few rounds in the ring ’ He winces and Giana leaves sensing my mood. The door shuts leaving Enzo and I in silence.

“What the fuck.” I bite out tempted to bit him up myself. He is ten years younger than me but it doesn’t give him the right to fuck up. He is my second in command, a made man by fifteen. No he should never fuck up and even worse, not override my authority.

“Our shipment was confiscated by the bratva, the Asian triads have just bought another casino near Manhattan. We are facing affronts on all sides and you haven’t secured your alliance with the Moretti famiglia.” Enzo states and I wince.

I know this but trying to get multiple dons with decade long feuds to agree to something is very difficult. All they want to do is shoot each other. I sigh.

“What should I do.” I say and Enzo grins.

“Glad you asked, get your son back. Meet him tomorrow and make him come home.”

“Why? He is useless.”

“ Not in politics. Let’s train him as soon as possible, make him a made man then propose a marriage alliance between the Moretti famiglia's eldest daughter and your son.” Enzo says. His brown eyes shine with triumph. I hate that he is right.

“Fine, but he won’t come.” I shoot back.

“Threaten him with his girlfriend.”

“Get out.” I say. And that is all they confirmation I give Enzo.

*****

I wait to see what pretty, dumb girl he will bring. I remember his mother, I had no affection for the woman and only slept with her once and it was a threesome back when I was nineteen. Safe to say I have way better taste in women now, gladly attributed by my only daughter Giana. Of course I have spoiled her rotten, to the point she no longer fits the traditional standards of a mafia wife.

Sure she is in an all girls catholic boarding school and she only goes out with her body guard present but even this is a luxury in our world. My face darkens as I think of the day I will have to marry her off to some man probably for political reasons.

I feel the glare all the way from the door, Matteo. He is clinging to a girl. This is already going wrong. I glance at the girl and my gaze stays there. She has curly dark brown hair, not the fake blonde I expected. Her eyes are fierce and vigilant, I don’t like that. A bimbo is easy to control but a competent young woman not so much.

And I am right, when one of my capo, Luca tries to threaten her she hits him. I expected Matteo to protect her but he ran to me leaving her alone. First rule of our world, never leave your women or children unprotected...well the first rule is always carry a spare gun but that isn’t the point.

If Luca was from the bratva he could’ve killed her or kidnapped her. But then again he has no guns or knives and he did punch Luca afterwards. Three out of ten maybe five for ingenuity. I would’ve crushed his windpipe if he dared touch my woman.

Her eyes bore into mine over Matteo’s shoulder. So I do what any normal fuck in our world do, I smile. She promises trouble, she can try all she wants but at the end she is disposable. Nothing more than a pawn in this game. When Matteo becomes a made man and a good one at that she will be disposed because he will be engaged to Rossa Moretti.