Chapter 6

Lucian

“Now which hand was it?”

     John's eyes widened with fear but he didn’t say a word, sitting across from me in a chair in the restaurant’s basement. Blood dropped from his lips onto his white shirt. I didn’t get a reply.

      So I hit him. Again.

      My hands clenched, I could feel my knuckles cracked.

      I pulled out my gun which made John come back to his senses.

      “Boss It wasn’t my intention to hurt the girl.” He said hurriedly, fear evident in his voice. 

       “Yet you still did.”

       I had given him exactly one job and that was to only keep an eye on Sienna. Him being his cocky self went ahead and approached her knowing full well I told him not to.

       John had been on my shit list for a long time. He had been doing lazy work, always at the bar to get drunk and not serious about the job. I considered firing him but I was doing his father, who is an officer working under me, a favor. This was my last straw. I’m not just doing this because he hurt Sienna but because he disrespected my orders. It’s necessary to show everyone what happens if they disregard even the smallest of my orders.

       And talking about Sienna I couldn’t care less what happened to her but she was a woman at my restaurant. I don’t believe in harassing women. I prefer hurting them in some other way.

       “Please boss, I thought you didn’t like that girl. I only went to her because I assumed you hated her.” He pleaded.

       “Who I hate or don’t is none of your business. I don’t pay you to go around and harass women at my restaurant.” I stared down at him, showing the anger in my eyes.

        “Now answer the question.” He stared at me blankly. “Which hand did you grab her with?” I asked again.

        “Boss- my father-“ He stuttered.

        “Your father should have known better than to recommend you to me.” I said, patience running out in me. This was wasting my time.

         I turned around to where Nico was leaning by the door. Amusement shown in his every feature as if he was watching something very entertaining. In a way it was, for him. He’s batshit crazy, always ready for bloodshed. 

         “He won’t answer me. Do you mind breaking one of his hands or maybe both?” I asked Nico, watching a full grin appear on him.

         “You don’t even have to ask.” He said amusement coating his words, walking towards where I stand.

         I moved back. Letting Nico take the reins and leave the basement. I was walking upstairs when I heard John screaming.

         “It was my right hand. My right hand I swear please.”

         I stopped at that, and could distinctly hear Nico replying.

         “Too late.” Before I heard something cracking and John howling in pain. I chuckled to myself before moving on.

*************

“So what was that all about?” Nico said while plopping down on the couch in my office.

      “He can’t follow a simple order and was harassing women in my restaurant.” I said while shifting through files. 

      “Ah yes but I'm certain the woman in question was Adrian's one and only sister. wasn’t she?” He asked, his tone a mix of amusement and curiosity.

      “How did she even end up in your restaurant? You don’t just let anyone in without full reservation and if you knew it was her you wouldn’t have let her in” He added.

       “I don’t keep check on every person who comes here.” I said, not taking my eyes off the files in front of me.

        Lies.

        Sienna was here according to my plan. I had an anonymous email sent to her friend, sending an invitation. All background checks on her made me certain what kind of friend she had. One who was very fond of trying new restaurants and dragging Sienna with her. I had asked the supervisor to notify me as soon as they entered the restaurant. Little Moretti might think it was a coincidence but I know it wasn’t.

        “Sure I would believe that if I didn’t know you but fine I won’t bother you more with questions.” Nico eyes me skeptically and stands up.

        “All this shit aside, I've got news.”

        The seriousness in his voice makes me look up at him.

         “Tony wants a meeting with you.” He said with a grim voice.

         Tony was my fathers right hand man. Never liked that guy so as soon as dad was gone I got rid of him too. Which he didn’t like too well along with many older members. He always stood in the way of anything revolutionary I brought forward. Still to this day he brings a lot of shit into my working pattern. Gathering votes of other members and simply being a pain in my ass

       “What does he need?” I asked Nico.

       “Don’t know. He refused to share it with me and just said to arrange a meeting.” He shrugged.

       I sighed. “Alright, arrange one.” 

       “Does that mean I get to sit in on it?” Nico asked with a grin.

      I nodded.

      Sometimes I forget why I keep Nico around but then remember he’s the only of the men in my family who I trust anymore.