Throw him out the window!

Dante’s POV

“What is happening?” I ask. My heart is beating faster. Did Don Brasco get to her that fast? She tells me what is happening. It makes me furious. I hate a man who takes advantage of a woman! He even has his mistress there.

“What is your apartment number?” I ask. My men already told me where she is staying, but I do not want her to know I have guards near here.

“Number twenty-nine. The door is open. I did not lock it,” Leandra says.

“I am coming,” I say and hang up. Well, that did not take long. I did not expect her to call me so fast. We are not far away, so I told my driver to turn around. The poor woman has not even slept yet. I look at my watch, it’s almost five. She has to be at work in three hours. It does not even help her to sleep now. I feel bad because I am part of the reason that she stayed up all night. Maybe I should find out where she is working and explain to her new boss that she cannot come in today but that I will pay her for the day. She keeps calling me Don, but I know it’s because she thinks it’s my name and not a title. We stop in front of the building that we just left a few moments ago. I walk into the apartment without knocking. I hear a man and woman giggling from a bedroom.

I knew her boyfriend could not be that wonderful if he was staying with her. Anyway, she was sure that her boyfriend could protect her because he was part of a street gang. That is another red flag. Does this woman not know about red flags? Didn’t her parents teach her anything about men? Wait, didn’t you mention something about being out of an orphanage? No wonder she does not know anything about boys. She does not have parents. Somehow, I do not feel sorry for her. I don’t think she wants me to feel sorry for her. She seems like a strong, independent woman. I still can’t believe she would not take the fifty grand I gave her and only took ten. It shows me she has character and does not only want my money. I open the door, and the naked girl and man look up at me in surprise.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” The man asks.

“This is not your apartment. This apartment belongs to Leandra. You have five minutes to get out and take your whore with you,” I say.

“Piss off! Babe, call Danny and the rest. This guy is looking for a fight,” The guy says.

“What are you going to do? Call the rest of your gang members. Bring it on! My men and I have been looking for some action all night,” I smile. My hands were behind my back. I was holding my hat. I take my hat out from behind my back and put on my hat. It is the typical Italian mafia hat.

“His name is Tommy Baxter and his whore is Mary Carter. The guys they want to go is their gang members, but you have to be on the watch out as they are also policemen that work with them,” Leandra says when she comes to stand next to me.

“What did you do? Hire an actor? I must say, the suit looks real. He almost convinced me you are Don in the Italian Mafia. Leandra, you just made the biggest mistake of your life. I’m going to beat up both of you, you and your little wealthy friend,” Tommy says.

“Really? Do you think an actor will dare to impersonate an Italian Don?  Why does your face look so familiar? Where did we meet before?  I can't remember,” I say.

“We’ve fought him and his gang once. Remember when we busted them at the warehouse? They were using our warehouse to store their drugs. When we told them to leave, they took the same attitude as he took now Remember the police friends even want to help them. We beat the living shit out of them and let them go with a warning. It seemed Tommy over here forgot about the little incident,” Carlos, my second in commando, also walked into the room.

 

“Holy shit! Don Angelo, I am sorry. I did not know you were friends with Leandra. Leandra, baby, come on, tell the Don that we are a couple and only had a little fight. I told you Mary means nothing to me. Where will I go? Are you going to let me sleep on the street?” Tommy says.

“Hold up. Are you telling me he’s a real Don? Holy shit, so the Italian Mafia do exists,” Leandra says.

“I told you we exist. You are the one who didn’t believe me What should we do with this piece of trash and his whore? Let’s have some fun with him. I had a boring night, except for almost being killed. Grap him and dangle him out the window. If he moves, drop him. It’s not that high. It’s only like two stories,” I say.

“No, no, no, please don’t don’t throw me out of the window. Leandra, I am begging you. Tell them that you love me,” Tommy begs.

“Go to hell. I don’t love you, Tommy. I hope you fall on your head. What are we going to do about the woman?” Leandra asks.

“I don’t know. Maybe throw her out the window with her lover,” Carlos smiles. I do not like the way Carlos is looking at Leandra, and I do not know why it upsets me when he looks at her as if he wants her.

“Leandra. are you okay? Did this asshole hurt you?” I ask. She shakes her head. I can see she is holding back tears. I know she must be upset. She loves him, and he cheats.

“I will survive. I think it is more my ego that got hurt than my heart,” Leandra says.

“Hey, what are you doing to our leader?” Someone shouts. Carlos and another of our men have Tony by the legs, hanging him from the window naked. I turn around, and the guy that just entered gives one look at me and goes pale as if he has seen a ghost.