Chapter 10: Fucking Russians

WARNING SIGNS:

LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS

CURSING

VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE

SELF-INFLICTED HARM

BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE

LUCA’s POV

While waiting by the door, Dante interrupted the quiet by saying, "Boss, everyone's arrived." I put the glass down and rubbed my eyes hard.

I saw a few of my men as I entered my conference room. They were standing behind seats that were dispersed around a big, rectangular glass table. I entered and proceeded directly to my seat at the table's far head.

I sat down after turning around. Everyone in the room sat down silently and swiftly as I waved my hand. I said nothing, so the room was silent. The tension was building, and I could sense it.

Dante coughed. He was behind me, constantly on the lookout.

"Who would like to start?" I asked, my face blank and my voice icy.

A few of the dozen or so males gave each other glances as if they were trying to decide on an appropriate atonement for my fury. How ridiculous. I wasn't going to kill anybody, at least not tonight.

One of the men who called himself Blade eventually spoke. The moniker is really absurd.

As the meeting went on, I grew increasingly irritated. With my legs crossed on the table and another cigarette between my fingers, I was now in that position.

I was listening to Blade discuss the mafia with my head somewhat tilted back.

The arrangements they have been able to make. Or anyone they may have offended. Our wealth and position were what I was more curious about.

"The Russian mafia is said to be doing exceptionally well. Well enough to seize our territory and pose a threat to our stance." Blade said, gesticulating with his hands.

Everyone watched him in silence.

I also gawked at the monstrous tattoos that covered the overgrown ape's neck.

"Rumors have been circulating about a rat in our mafia, Boss," Blade said while looking at me.

Why the hell is he staring at me?

I slammed my fist hard on the table, causing a loud thud. Two mature males cringed in their chairs. "Then find out who the rat is," I said with a sinister laugh. You are already dead if one of the men is here. Understood?

Have someone infiltrate the Russians. "I want to bring them down until they beg me for mercy," I snarled.

As I stood up from my chair, Blade slowly sat back down. "Fucking Russians," I murmured, crushing my cigarette on the crystal ashtray on the table.

Although the smoke fizzled out, I was still furious.

"Boss, I have information that the Russians are buying weapons." A different man spoke up. I gave the man a hard stare. I said "and" once more, my patience wearing thin.

The man gave the impression that he was collapsing back into his chair.

"If the Russians are buying weapons, I want to buy weapons and I want more...and I want to find out why they are doing so," I said as I moved carefully around the table.

I halted behind the man's seat. "You are responsible for taking care of that." As they played with the papers that lay strewn in front of them, everyone appeared to be fidgeting.

The man in the seat swallowed, and perspiration started to appear on his neck.

"You may leave” I commanded. A few guards escorted everyone out of the room in a hurry. Fuck, I'm really upset.

"Dante, was that too much?" I asked my buddy. He appeared to unwind and smiled. "The death stares were a bit cold," he said, laughing.

"That's just my face," I said, smiling. He nodded as he glanced at his phone. He glanced in my direction.

I tightened my fists and snarled, "Uh Luca, you have a problem." After rubbing my forehead hard, I asked, "What now?"

I went up to my room. The sound of furniture breaking reached my ears as there was a loud crash. When I opened the door, I saw a blonde woman.

I was shocked by the condition of my room and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

The room was completely destroyed. My clothing were strewn about the floor, and my bed was torn apart. Torn and wrinkled, with a freaking brunette standing smack in the middle of it all. A woman I had a relationship with for fourteen days, and I had used her services more often than I would like to confess.

I made a huge mistake because I was young and innocent.

Never again.

"I heard you were getting married. How could you do that?! She shouted, her voice so loud that it would have given anyone a headache. She wiped away her tears as her lipstick spread her cheeks.

Such a fucking sight.

"Get the hell out. I don't have time for this and I certainly don't answer to you," I said with a loud sigh. Did she honestly believe that I desired her?

She tried to throw a shoe at me, which only seemed to irritate her further.

She screamed, "I love you Luca! What we had was special! Are you just going to forget all that to marry some dumb slut!"

I don't give a shit about dealing with her or informing her that it was all planned.

"She's not a fucking whore, so get the fuck out of here before I kick you out," I said angrily, my chest starting to pound.

As the brunette approached me, she began to sob, and I have long since forgotten her name.

"But don't you remember all the fun we had? I could demonstrate for you once more. You need me, and I need you." She said softly as she put her hands on my chest. I could feel her long fake nails crawling over my shirt and moving downward.

I took her hands in mine and raised them to her face. "You are really testing me, I’m not a man to hit women," I said firmly as I looked down at her.

She groaned as she looked into my lifeless eyes.

Although I had very few morals and my father might not have had any, I would never intentionally harm a woman. I considered that to be below me. When I let go of the brunette, she took a step back.

"Get out. I never want to see your face again," I said, my tone as icy as ice.

I gave Dante a nod as she fled my room at a run. That woman wasn't going to leave this place alive.

If you get mixed up with me, that's what happens, so I'd feel sorry for her.

I asked myself once more about Valentina.

Although I didn't know her well, I could see that she held herself to a high standard. I doubt if I'd ever be able to meet them.

Is it worthwhile for me to give it a shot? Wait, why should I even bother? This wasn't what I was hoping for. I didn't want her.