I slam the door to the room as I march downstairs my blood boiling.

This was the third shipment that went missing in the space of two weeks. This isn't just an accident anymore, and Julio is a dead man if he doesn't provide an answer for me.

My steps falter when I get to the room beside mine, a spot on the wall is stained slightly.

My nose flares up as my left eye begins twitching.

Who dares leave a stain on my wall, not just any wall on this wall.

Her wall.

I close my eyes to gain any semblance of control because if I snap someone will die.

Placing my phone on my ear I say just three words, “Clean her wall.” ending the call I head straight to my room to change.

The rest of my house is painted white, but beyond my door all that lies is darkness.

Everything in my room is black, my bed, curtains, beside side table, TV and so on.

I stride into my room, getting comfortable in the darkness as I make work of my clothes.

Pushing the door to my walk in closet open, light penetrates into my dark room.

My walk in closet is adorned with mostly white suits, and some random red suits. For days I am extremely angry.

The other side of the wall hangs my home clothing, all of them black in colour so I can blend with my room.

I step to the other side picking up a red suit. I slowly take my time in dressing up as I think of my slip up minutes ago.

I almost kissed her.

Fuck!!!

Shit like that don't happen with me, I don't let my control slip.

What the fuck happened in that room? One minute I was pissed at her for yelling the next I was leaning in to kiss her.

The fuck.

I don't intend to sleep with her even though I feel a little attraction towards her. I have never slept with a woman twice.

I don't have sentiments or emotions that women crave alongside sex.

The only person who got the privilege to have my dick more than once is Scarlet.

She understands I have nothing else to offer, she gets that it's just sex, and nothing more. No after sex hug or cuddles or any of that shit. She just ups, and leaves, she gets it.

And barbie down the hall most definitely doesn't know what a one night stand is or how to endure the ignorance that came along.

She is too innocent, and it fucking infuriates me to no end. How can she live in this world, and still be able to hold a look like that?

If that isn't enough then saving a stranger by a dark alley is certainly enough to show how naive, and stupid she is.

The man who attacked her was the same man she hit that night. Stupid girl had no idea what she was getting herself into.

I am not a Mafia boss if I don't have enemies, and I definitely am not an Antonio if I let a stupid hit man kill me by a dark alley.

I had the situation under control, I was only on the floor because I set a trap for him. One he was about to fall into before she interrupted.

I was conscious when she dragged me all the way to her house, when she pulled off my clothes, took care of my bruises and everything.

I should have stopped her even before she carried me to her house, I could have stopped her as she took care of me.

But I didn't because for once it felt nice to be taken care of.

I regret that because now I have to deal with her stupid barbie ass in my house. I hated having people around, my maids, and guards didn't count.

Finally knotting my tie perfectly, I grab my red watch I bought for over a million. Strapping it on, I step out of the changing room, and slam the door shut.

Darkness engulfs me. I take a deep breath, maneuvering my way around. I walk out of my room down the stairs, and out the door.

“Capo.” Reece steps beside me, handing a steaming coffee to me.

I grab the coffee, and take a huge sip. The hotness burns my tongue, I relish the pain, and sweetness that came with the coffee.

My usual. Black coffee with extra sugar.

“Where to, Capo?” Reece asks, opening the door to my black audi.

I slide in, taking another slip before I tell him the location, “Warehouse.”

He nods, and silently starts driving. Reece Salvador is my right hand man, and also my PA at work, he is also the only guy I can tolerate for a long time.

We grew up together, our parents taught us the ways of the world early on. He is one person I could count on, but I don't fully trust him.

I don't trust anyone.

Trust gets you killed. Godfather always used to ring it in my head, he still does whenever he gets the chance to.

“How is Mia?” he asks, looking at me through the rear view mirror.

I don't answer or show a reaction, but my grip slowly tightens around my coffee as I remember them laughing in her office.

Yes, I have footage of every damn space in my building, even the elevators. That's how much I don't trust anyone.

The sight of her always smiling at men is disgusting. What exactly did they say that makes her lit up that way?

Or the way she was gawking at that guy in the elevator, Jack Tumbler.

His name even sucks, I chug the last of my coffee before lighting up a cigarette.

“We are here boss.” Reece's voice snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts.

I poke the inside of my cheek with my tongue in annoyance. The stupid little barbie occupied my thoughts the entire ride.

Quickly dismissing her, I step out of the car. The stale smell of the warehouse hits my nose.

I stride slowly towards the entrance. On the outside the warehouse looks dead, and abandoned.

Guards are littered around the place holding guns, I walk past them ignoring their greetings.

The inside is bustling with different girls, most of them are naked, I have no business coming here unless I had to. Usually Reece takes care of this stuff, but three missing shipments of my coke in two weeks calls for my attention.

“Capo!” Julio, my coke man greets.

He is in charge of this warehouse, he knows the going and the comings of the warehouse so if my coke is missing he knows.

“Three missing shipments, how?” I head straight to the point.

I hated wasting my time, and words.

He shifts uncomfortably on his foot, he lowers his eyes slightly before darting to look at another of his men briefly.

“Capo, I don't know how it happened, but we are working on finding them.” he stutters, his hands trembling like a leaf.

My nose flared up as I tsked, “The truth this time.” I grumble, irritated that I have to speak so much.

For irritating me, I reach behind, and pull out my gun. Without thinking I fired the gun.

The girls shuffle further away not wanting to incur my wrath, the whole room is silent except the sound of Julio’s cry.

“Ahhhh!!!” he screams out, clutching his left leg as he falls to the ground.

“Capo please!!! I had no choice but to do it. He threatened my family.” he cries out, blood spreading around, staining my floor.

“Who?” I simply ask.

“It was Alex Morett–” the rest of his sentence is silenced by my gun as I blast out his skull.

Pathetic.

I turn swiftly to the other guy he looked at before, “Please Ca–” I let go of the cock, the bullet flies straight into his head.

He falls to the ground staining my fucking floor with his nasty blood.

I turn around murmuring one word as I leave, “Clean.”

I head back to the car thinking of my next move. Alex fucking Moretti is also a Mafia heir struggling to gain more power than me.

I don't involve myself in petty rivals, but he is beginning to get on my nerves lately, first he sent the hit man that cornered me by that alley now my shipments.

He is going to get what is coming to him. If there is one thing I am known for is revenge.

I take a deep drag of my cigarette as my phone starts blaring.

I pull out my phone to see the house number shining across my phone, lazily I drag the phone to my ear as the voice starts speaking.

My entire being stiffens, “SHE WHAT!!!” I boom.

I scan the place, looking for an escape route. This is going to be so much fun.

I walked around the whole place for the past hour, and I noticed that the maids barely stay in the living room.

The guards there are packed, but gradually towards the evening they start moving away, leaving just two guards who stay in discrete positions.

My plan should work like a gem, I just have to sneak past those two guards, go round the back, and escape through the fence.

I drop the glass cup I took from the kitchen, the sound of glass shattering on the tiled floor makes a loud echo through the house.

I swiftly duck behind a pillar, hoping the two guards come to check it which they do.

Stupid men.

I sneak past behind them, trying to control my laugh as they wonder what exactly broke the glass.

A ghost? My body shakes harder.

Getting out, I turn around dodging as many guards as possible.

What kind of man needs this much protection?

He is a CEO for God sake no one is interested in his miserable hot self.

Urgh…Stop it.

The walls are quite high, but not something I can’t pull off.

Thankfully they are rough walls so it will be easier, smooth walls are harder to climb.

I take several steps backwards so I can gain momentum.

A deep voice startles me, “Hey, ma’m what are you doing over there?” A huge bulky guy in white suit yells from the other side of the compound.

I dash forward, my steps getting faster as I approach the wall.

I take a deep breath then fling my body forward, using my fingers to grab hold of a rough edge.

“GET BACK HERE!!! STOP!!!" he screams, running towards me.

I don't listen, I pull myself up climbing faster as a laugh threatens to bubble out of my throat at how hideous he looks running.

This is so much fun.

" MISS!!!” he yells, he stretches his hands forward, and grabs my leg.

I throw my leg back, hitting him square in the face. How did he get here so darn fast?

" Let—-kick—-me—kick—-go—-kick—-you idiot.” I throw a harder kick.

My foot connects with his jaw as my shoe goes off my foot. He falls on the ground with a loud thud.

I climb faster, I pull myself forward sitting on the edge of the fence. I take a deep breath wiping away sweat from my face.

“GET DOWN HERE!!!!” he screams, holding his jaw.

I stick out my tongue, putting two fingers in my ear as I mock him.

“Fatty, fatty, come on climb up FAT ASS!!!” I yell, his face goes red.

He plucks off his shoe, and throws it at me. I dodge it, making it go over the fence.

He isn’t actually fat per say, but he is on the big side with his puffy cheeks that just call my name.

I would really love to play with them.

“GET DOWN FROM THERE!!!” a much slimmer guard yells, running towards us.

Oh oh!! He is gonna catch me if I stay here longer.

I swing my leg over the edge, and fling my body over. I land with my arms out forward with my left knee on the asphalt.

Fuck!!!! That hurts. I cradle my knees as blood pours out. It's just a little scratch.

I can't let them catch me, not when I have come this far. I grab fatty’s shoe, and put them on before standing up.

Lord knows this man’s house is fucking far from the city. I walked for miles before I finally got a ride from a stranger.

“Ahh!!!! Finally, the fresh air that is New York.” I murmur, sniffing the air.

Now that I am here, finally free I want to go see Theresa, but first I have to go change.

I look like someone who got hit by a truck with the way my hair is sticking to my face.

I strut down the city, taking a cab back to my house.

“I don't miss this place at all.” I mumble under my breath, the three storeys staring right at me.

“Oh, my darling. How are you?” Mrs Freda, my neighbour asks, petting her cat chico.

“I am doing great, thank you.” I smile genuinely, patting the furs of her cat.

Chico jumps away from my touch, throwing her paws at me while she hisses.

I roll my eyes, “Seriously chico, are you still mad about the food?” I ask, flinging my hands in the air.

She hisses, and turns her head away, “It was one time which was a long time ago.” I huff, placing my hands on my waist to look more intimidating.

“Hahaha!!! Leave her be. She hasn't had her milk this morning.” Mrs Freda waves me off, smiling.

When Chico was bought newly I mistakenly hit her food with my feet spilling the entire milk away. Since then she refused to forgive or be my friend.

I mean it's been two years, the bitch is unforgiving. Sure I have spilled her food a couple more times which were totally unintentional.

Was it? my subconscious snaps at me.

Oh shut it, she was the one who refused to give me attention after that one time.

“What happened to you?” Mrs Freda asks, she seizes me up, and down her eyebrows pulling more into a frown.

“Umm, I have to go now. Bye!!!” I breeze past her, running towards the entrance.

I really have no way to explain why I am putting on a shoe three times my size, and why my hair looks like a deranged woman or why the side of my skirt is torn.

Mrs Freda is almost in her seventies, I met her when I first moved here two years ago. She was really nice to me, and offered me food as she tends to make a little too much for herself.

We were both staying at the top floor until the elevator spoiled so she moved to the first floor.

I rushed up the stairs in a hurry. I really need to do more exercise, I am panting by the time I get to the top.

I bet that weasel is coming after me, I just have to get the money I saved in my room alongside my night lamp then I will go find a hotel to stay in.

I sure as hell won't stay in that house with such annoying staff, and a man who looks exactly like temptation itself.

Walking sin, that is what he is.

Urghhhh… Brain stop thinking about him, I mean he is not even that hot.

Yeah he has insane muscles that ripplee when he moves with plump lips that looks so kiss—

Ahhhh!!! Stop!!!

I push open my room door, walking inside I head straight to the only portrait I have on the wall. I pull it to the side, grabbing the money.

Then I unplug my night lamp, and turn, “Holy shit!!” I scream.

My eyes widen as the money, and the night lamp drops to the floor. The shattering of the lamp draws me out of my shock.

I fling myself forward, heading for the door, but the room is too small. In one move he grabs my hand, and throws me back.

My head hits the side of the portrait, sending pain through me, “Ahh!!!”

He stalks forward, his eyes burning with rage. He clenches his fist.

“Who are you?” I ask meekly, tears springing down my eyes.

I remember that eyes, he is the man that attacked me last night.

What is he doing in my house again? What does he want with me?

“Why are you after me?” I ask again when he refuses to answer.

“To take your life so in your next life you will know not to meddle in things that don't concern you.” he growls.

He slings forward, grabbing my feet. I struggle in his arms.

He moves his fist then plunges it down on my face, “Ahhh!!” I scream out in pain.

My hand flies forward grabbing his jaw, and I push hard.

I claw, scream, kick but nothing seems enough to get the giant off me as he plunges blow after blow on me

My eyes daze as black spots begin to appear just when I feel I am going to pass out.

He is pulled off me, and flung across the room, I scrabbled into a sitting position, tears running down my cheeks as my body ached with pain.

Blood runs down my nose, I roughly wipe it away with the back of my palm.

I breathe out in relief as I watch Mr Antonio deliver a hard punch on the man's face. He flings him towards Reece before rushing towards me.

Instead of asking how I am, he pulls me up to my feet, and drags me out of the room.

I follow him like a lost puppy until I see a red spot on his chest.

Holy crap, is that—-

“Mr Antoni–” I scream, pushing him forward as a loud shot rings out.

Bam!!!