Cody

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 21𝚜𝚝, 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗, 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖,

This is hell. My father expected me to see that shitass Lawrence McKenney. The bitch got the nerves to point a fucking gun at me. If it weren't for my father's deal with this shit, I've already buried a bullet through his thick skull.

"What? Gonna stand there all day pointing a gun at me?"

"Me and your father had a deal. So fucking follow it." He's got the nerves to threaten me. Me? Nobody messes with me.

"That was just some fucking money that can be dealt with." I shrug like it's nothing. It is nothing. I mean, a million dollars? Exchange for his twelve year old son? Nah, that's just a penny for me.

"I-I will tell the whole world what you truly are!" He says nervously.

"Oh yeah, and who's gonna believe you? They all see me as the kindhearted billionaire." I smirk. Now, it's my time to grab my silencer and point it at him.

He's silent. That's right, get scared until you die. Nobody will believe shit like 'oh the famous billionaire is the Italian mafia boss behind those cameras' blah blah.

Bang. Nice sound.

Silence. All silent. Blood dripping on the floor, his brain smashed through his head.

Just as I wipe the blood splash off my shirt, my phone rings at my pocket. I took it and see the name of the caller.

Father.

"Hai preso i soldi?" He says. (Did you get the money?)

"Yeah shit I did." I chuckle.

"Cody—" he was about to scold me again but I cut him off, "He didn't bring the said money but I finished him already so you can go kill that son of his already." I say.

He sighs in the phone.

"Bene, ma non fare una scenata, di nuovo." He warns. (Fine, but do not make a scene, again)

"And why would I?" I grin. He was talking about that one time I shot someone and tied him on the rooftop of my father's company. People were horrified at the sight and still investigated on who the murderer is. What they don't know is, we're more of what they thought of us.

Well you see, my father retired from being the boss two years ago, so by that I took over at a young age. He did train me all my life before I got that position. He's old and grumpy that's why he retired and went to being CEO instead. I don't like businesses, I preferred the mafia inheritance of my family and went on with it.

He ended the call. As usual.

"Urgh, now what to do."

Aight, might as well head to the club. I checked the time on my phone and it read 11:54, almost midnight. The club for sure is still open right now so maybe fucking girls would make my night a bit fun right? I grabbed my keys in my pocket and went outside. This building was old and surrounded by trees, so nobody would ever find him here unless his people would come and get their 'big daddy'.

I went to the spot I parked my black SUV and drove off.

While driving, I called my best friend Ricky and asked stuff.

"Cody, perché cazzo chiami nel cuore della notte?" He says groaning. (Cody? Why the fuck are you calling in the middle of the night?)

"Dove sei?" I ask. (Where are you?)

"Casa perché?" (Home why?)

"Tell your father he's dead." I say.

"Who's dead?" He asks yawning.

"Lawrence McKenney." I say while driving, looking at the road.

"Oh l'hai ucciso?" He asks. And I just chuckle. (Oh, you killed him?)

"What else would I do?" I snort.

"Yeah I figured you'd kill that asshole" he chuckles.

I stopped the car as I arrived at the bar I own. This bar costs like what? Millions I say. This is even named 'La Andersoñ' for I don't even know. My father suggested it so I just did name it that...weird.

"Gotta go" I say.

"Pfft you're no fun." He fake cries and I just click the end button.

As soon as the guards recognized me, they step aside and let me enter without an Identification.

"One Tequila" I say to the bartender.

I lean against the counter and look through the crowds. There's still a lot of people even if it's midnight already. Many hot chicks slaying their asses in front of guys. Most of the men here are my members, even some women too but mostly guys. I took a sip of my drink and checked the time, 12:27, as I put my phone back in my pocket, a girl sat right next to me. She's hot but clearly not my taste. She's a blonde. A total ew for my list. She's got blue eyes, but I think I prefer a bit darkish brown, Not that I'm into commitments but still. She waves a hand to me and my brows raise and I smirk.

"Hi." She says then moves the chair she's sitting a bit closer to me.

"Hello pretty." I say, even though I don't think she's pretty at all.

A way to flatter women right?

She chuckles and then puts her hand on my lap and licks her lips. You see, women are easy to get. Some maybe hard to get but they're so easy to fuck. They can't resist it, especially with someone like me.

"I'm Daisy." She beams a smile at me. A little too red for the lips lady...but okay.

"Nice name."

"Why thank you Cody." See? Famous.

"Wanna go somewhere else baby?" She asks straightforwardly.

Seriously?

"Yeah sure." I shrug even though I find it boring to fuck some blonde. I mean... I would totally go for brunette.

okay...

"Cody! Oh my god!" She moans as I thrust harder not bothering to care how wet she is. I don't usually go for the kiss, I just make them take off their clothes first before I pleasure them.

You see, this is the second thing I do when I'm bored. The first is, well of course killing people. Since I'm the eldest and the boss, I have my own decisions and own rules. The only important persons are my family and no one else. Well before, I used to think that...she was. When I dated her, I felt love for the first time. But she cheated on me so yeah I pretty wish she doesn't even exist.

"Codyyyyy baby" Tulips—Rose? Whatever, she cut me off my thoughts and made me eye her. She's a wet mess, not like I care. We've had sex for the second time and she begs for more.

"We've had enough." I say. She grabs my arms and clings on it, "Please don't leave me baby." She pouts. What the fuck?

"And who are you to tell me what to do?" I glare. She gasp and leaves her hands off my arms.

"I-I thought we were—" before she could finish, I cut her off, "What? Dating? Come on woman, I don't do that stuff. We've just had sex and that  will be the last." I tell her then pulled my pants up and leave. I can hear a faint 'fuck you' from behind.

Ah women, easy to manipulate.