Long Live the King (An Italian Mafia Romance Duet #2) by Ws Greer Page B
Authors: Ws Greer
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say as a question. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. Jimmy made an honest mistake, so what’s with the steep price, Victor? Is this how we’re gonna treat each other?”
“It is when you steal from a boss like me.”
“A boss like you?” I feel myself chuckle as I think about the kind of boss Victor believes he is. I have to laugh at how he thinks he’s the kind of boss I’d be afraid of. He doesn’t know that that kind of boss doesn’t exist. A person I would fear has never been born on this earth. “You don’t know me very well, and I’d hate for you to get the wrong impression, so it’s important that I’m honest with you. I don’t give a fuck what kind of boss you think you are, Victor. I’m not the kind of person you make an example out of. I know you’re seventy years old, and I’m only twenty-seven, but if you’re under the impression that I owe you something simply because you had the luxury of being born before me, you’ve got it all wrong. I don’t owe you shit. That price is flat-out disrespectful, and you know it. I don’t handle being disrespected very well. I came down here under the assumption that you’d be reasonable, but if you want to act like I’m supposed to bow to you and kiss your ass, I’ll gladly show you that you’ve got the wrong fucking person. It ain’t a good idea to go down this road with me, Victor.”
Victor looks shocked as he glances at Giovanni, who stiffens. In response, Frankie’s muscles tighten. Shit just got real.
“I see,” Victor responds. “So, it’s war you want then?”
“Nah, I’d like to have this bullshit behind us, but if it’s a war you’re looking for, I’ve got no problem with that.”
I look up at Frankie, and I can see him pleading with me nonverbally. He looks at me, then glances down the long corridor, where two more guys stand holding machine guns. Then he looks the other direction, forcing my eyes to follow his, and I see three more men holding guns that resemble AK-47’s. I realize what he’s trying to tell me. Shut the fuck up, before you get us killed .
Victor glares at me, smiling at the moment I realize I’m on his home turf, in his warehouse, surrounded by his goons. He knows I have to back down unless I’m willing to die right here and now.
“I’ll ask again, Dominic,” he says, puffing his cigar again. “Is it war you want?”
I glance at Frankie again, and I have to swallow hard as he slowly shakes his head. There’s a time to be brave and a time to be smart. This time it’s the latter.
“Okay, Victor,” I say, biting my lip. “Half a million dollars to reconcile the mistake. Okay.”
“Good,” Victor chirps, just as he finally brings himself to his feet. He places the cigar in a black ashtray next to his glass of whiskey, and extends his arms for me to embrace him. Now he wants to be brothers? Motherfucker.
I push my frustration to the side and stand up. Victor is at least six inches shorter than me, and his frame looks even more fragile standing in front of me. I accept his embrace and feel like I could crush his little body in my arms right here and now. I could snatch the life right out of this little troll, if not for those fucking machine guns at the end of the hall.
After our embrace, Victor picks up his cigar again before speaking. “Leo was right to choose you. You could go far in this thing if you keep your nose clean.”
I take the compliment as an insult. Victor doesn’t respect my position as boss because he feels his seniority puts him above me. He’s condescending, and he’s doing it on purpose, but I have to let it slide.
There’s a time to be brave, and a time to be smart.
“We’ll talk soon,” I reply, then I nod to Frankie who finally leaves his post and follows me towards the garage door from which we came, bypassing the two men holding the machine guns, who glare at us.
Once we’re back in the truck, Frankie finally speaks.
“That was too fucking close,” he
“It is when you steal from a boss like me.”
“A boss like you?” I feel myself chuckle as I think about the kind of boss Victor believes he is. I have to laugh at how he thinks he’s the kind of boss I’d be afraid of. He doesn’t know that that kind of boss doesn’t exist. A person I would fear has never been born on this earth. “You don’t know me very well, and I’d hate for you to get the wrong impression, so it’s important that I’m honest with you. I don’t give a fuck what kind of boss you think you are, Victor. I’m not the kind of person you make an example out of. I know you’re seventy years old, and I’m only twenty-seven, but if you’re under the impression that I owe you something simply because you had the luxury of being born before me, you’ve got it all wrong. I don’t owe you shit. That price is flat-out disrespectful, and you know it. I don’t handle being disrespected very well. I came down here under the assumption that you’d be reasonable, but if you want to act like I’m supposed to bow to you and kiss your ass, I’ll gladly show you that you’ve got the wrong fucking person. It ain’t a good idea to go down this road with me, Victor.”
Victor looks shocked as he glances at Giovanni, who stiffens. In response, Frankie’s muscles tighten. Shit just got real.
“I see,” Victor responds. “So, it’s war you want then?”
“Nah, I’d like to have this bullshit behind us, but if it’s a war you’re looking for, I’ve got no problem with that.”
I look up at Frankie, and I can see him pleading with me nonverbally. He looks at me, then glances down the long corridor, where two more guys stand holding machine guns. Then he looks the other direction, forcing my eyes to follow his, and I see three more men holding guns that resemble AK-47’s. I realize what he’s trying to tell me. Shut the fuck up, before you get us killed .
Victor glares at me, smiling at the moment I realize I’m on his home turf, in his warehouse, surrounded by his goons. He knows I have to back down unless I’m willing to die right here and now.
“I’ll ask again, Dominic,” he says, puffing his cigar again. “Is it war you want?”
I glance at Frankie again, and I have to swallow hard as he slowly shakes his head. There’s a time to be brave and a time to be smart. This time it’s the latter.
“Okay, Victor,” I say, biting my lip. “Half a million dollars to reconcile the mistake. Okay.”
“Good,” Victor chirps, just as he finally brings himself to his feet. He places the cigar in a black ashtray next to his glass of whiskey, and extends his arms for me to embrace him. Now he wants to be brothers? Motherfucker.
I push my frustration to the side and stand up. Victor is at least six inches shorter than me, and his frame looks even more fragile standing in front of me. I accept his embrace and feel like I could crush his little body in my arms right here and now. I could snatch the life right out of this little troll, if not for those fucking machine guns at the end of the hall.
After our embrace, Victor picks up his cigar again before speaking. “Leo was right to choose you. You could go far in this thing if you keep your nose clean.”
I take the compliment as an insult. Victor doesn’t respect my position as boss because he feels his seniority puts him above me. He’s condescending, and he’s doing it on purpose, but I have to let it slide.
There’s a time to be brave, and a time to be smart.
“We’ll talk soon,” I reply, then I nod to Frankie who finally leaves his post and follows me towards the garage door from which we came, bypassing the two men holding the machine guns, who glare at us.
Once we’re back in the truck, Frankie finally speaks.
“That was too fucking close,” he
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