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Blood dripping off his knuckles on to the floor and a smile dancing on his lips as he scanned his work. His eyes gleamed with a bit of excitement from the work he had done in front of him

"Are you going to talk or talk?". He tilted his head to the side asking the bloody man in front him.

He had managed to knock out a few teeth out his mouth and split his mouth open, nothing major.

"I told you I know nothing about your shipment!". He cried out, blood spewing out of his mouth as he talked. He was tied up on a chair.

"Hmmm and you know what's funny?".Β  Donovan rhetorical questioned, circling around him.Β  He shook his head.

"When your body is not found because I will feed you to the sharks if you don't tell me who the hell sent you". Donovan threatened, his lifeless eyes giving a lookoverΒ  at the man in front of him to show him he was serious.

Fear flashed through the poor man's eyes and his mouth gaped open, ready to speak when he saw the gun's safety being lifted off. He couldn't afford to lose more teeth than he had already did or his life.

"Now are you ready?". Donovan questioned, waving his personalized black glock 18.

"Alexio is responsible!". He yelled with tears cascading down his face.

"Alexio Venturi? Hmmm, that interesting. What did he say he wanted?".

"I don't know. He just told me he works for you and that the shipment should be with him. I swear that's all I know. Please don't kill me.". He cried out.

"Your little mistake has costed me a fortune and I don't think I could forgive you for that. I do not like people messing with my i soldi !" Donovan mentioned looking at the man.

"Please don't kill me. I'm sorry. I can work and pay it all back but please don't kill me!".

"Let me think about it". He pretends to think, circling around him like a lion waiting to feast on his prey.

"devi pensare che sono uno sciocco". He said, pulling the trigger and letting his brain splash on the wall behind him. A few blood specks stained his shirt but he didn't care.

He ripped the shirt off his body and wiped his bloody knuckles. He tossed the shirt on the floor, leaving him with his wife beater on.

"Someone here for you boss". His bodyguard who went by the name Mikael stated, opening the metal doors leading him out the murder scene as Donovan liked to call it.

"Can never catch a break". He muttered to himself as he strutted in the room. Heads turned and the men nervously gulped, looking intimidated by his bold energy and nonchalant attitude.

"How can I help you?". He took a seat, a large table separating him from the three mystery men who called themselves trying to do business with him.

"We know you are a busy man but we would like to use one of your cargo ships for business ".

"How much you got?"

Five million dollars

Laid on the table in front of him. His lifeless, icy hazel green eyes averted from left to right towards the three man sitting in front of him.

"What's your name?". Donovan asked, gesturing to the one communicating with him.

"Freddie".

"What type of business would you like to use my cargo ship for?". Donovan raised a brow.

He took a sip of the whiskey, letting the drink burn down his throat. It was barely ten in the morning and was already drinking. He shouldn't be drinking this early but he couldn't help it.

People messed with his money and he needed something to calm him down before he shot up the whole building.

"Human trafficking". A deep frown graced his face and the disgust was evident on his face. He may be a killer but abducting innocent people was where he drew the line.

"My answer is no". He nonchalantly stated. Five million dollars wasn't enough to impress him and besides he had seen more money than that.

"But this is lot of money". One of the man on his left spewed out in frustration.

"I don't care if it's seven billion or five million. I'm not helping none of you cagneΒ  with your shady business. Now get out!" Donovan calmly declined, opening the box with his cigars inside.

He cut one eighth of the bottom. He grabbed his lighter and toast the bottom. It lit up and he turned it towards himself making sure it was evenly lit up.

He glanced up, still seeing the men sitting in front of him.

"You still here?". His lips pressed into a thin line.

"We just need to use one of your shipments to transport the girls in".

Donovan eyes looked up from his cigar and roamed towards Freddie who sat in the middle who decided to open his filthy mouth.

He gripped the edge of the table to surpass his anger. He hated when people didn't take no for an answer and he always had the final say, no matter what.

"I should blow your brains out on this floor for thinking I would allow myself to be put in that type of predicament. That is bad for business,Β  my business", his eyes turning into slits and veins popping out the side of his neck.

"Now I do not want to see you again, take your measly five million and go shove up your asses, adesso! ".

"But Mr Donoβ€”".

Grabbing his glock 18 from between his legs, he aimed it towards the three men. He removed the safety and looked at them dead in their eyes. Their eyes widened when they realized he wasn't playing with neither of them.

"If you are not out this room in five seconds, I will kill all three of you and feed you to the sharks in the Pacific ocean". He's voice dead with zero emotion threatened, makingΒ  them shuffle up to their feet and out the door.

He couldn't enjoy his cigar in his peace and he hated repeating himself. He didn't like talking too much for long periods of time.

"fottuti idioti ", He muttered to himself.Β  Donovan inhaled the spicy cigar and puffed out smoke from the side. He knew he would have to retaliate in a way he didn't want to, just to show the people around that he wasn't one to be played with.

At just twenty six years old, Donovan had triple the family'sΒ  revenue to a whooping thirty billion dollars and counting every year.

He had different legal and illegal businesses that generated income. He knew how to operate in such a way, the feds were never on his tail and even if they were, he would be out in no time.

He might be a mafia boss who took over when his father retired but he was very well educated. Graduated top of his class at Harvard with a degree in biomedical engineering.

"If you don't slow down, you will end up like dad". His younger brother,Β  Angelo stated, casually stumbling in.

"God forbid". Donovan muttered. He grabbed the whiskey and poured it in his glass.

"I didn't take you for a believer". Angelo teased.

"I didn't take you for someone who liked it in the ass but here we are".

"Oh wow brother, aim for sexuality why don't you!". Angelo chuckled lowly, playfully rolling his eyes.

"What are you doing here?". He asked, looking at his younger brother who looked exactly like him. He threw the whiskey down his throat, liking the burning sensation.

"I'm here because we got a problem at hand". Angelo mentioned

"What problem?".

"One that you regret but don't worry I'm here to help you through it".

Oh fuck me, Donovan thought.

If life didn't get any worse, it's was only starting.

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translation⬇️

i soldi- money
devi pensare che sono uno sciocco- you must think i'm a fool

cagne- b*tches
adesso- now
fottuti idioti -f*cken idiots.


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