“Listen if you don’t think you can handle it..,” Luzia drawled, her voice was utter violence dipped in honey. Followed by a signature Latina accent. Which of course made it all the more venomous. “I’ll send someone who can. But trust me when I say you don’t want to deny me, my tempers running thin as is, you wouldn’t want to wind up in the midst of that rage.”

The man before her desk visibly shuddered. His throat working as he swallowed back his pride, stiffening to look a tiny bit more composed. “Yes, Capo.”

And with that he turned on his boot and stalked out of her study. Leaving behind a lingering scent of cigarette smoke and some hookers perfume. He’d be dead within the day— undoubtedly unable to handle the task just given.

But she didn’t care. He was disposable. Just another pawn on the chess board.

“Lazy bastardo.” She muttered under her breath, sinking back into her desk chair to focus on the task at hand. She had work she needed to do, surveillance systems that needed to be wiped after last nights massacre.

Ring, ring, RINGGG~! Her phone vibrated on the corner of her desk, the screen illuminating to reveal the caller.

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Of course he was calling her right now. He should’ve been up in Barcelona dealing with a little disturbance right about now. The Catalan’s owed his family some money, and he wasn’t going to let that slide so easily. Especially since he was on the cusp of becoming Don to the Caruso syndicate. His father— Taddeo Caruso— wasn’t faring well with his health. And it was about time her fiancé would step up to the plate and lead both families.

They’d been engaged for only six months. Part of an arrangement between the De Luca empire and the Caruso’s. A move to join one of the most infamous Spanish mobs with an equally powerful Italian family.

With their engagement the family now controlled multiple territories and businesses in multiple countries.