Chapter 1

 

 

“Draco here...yes I know, what the fuck do I care just do it yeah?" I hung up the phone and shook my head, looked like I might have to play hardball after all. When it rains it fucking pours and right now there was a cluster fuck of storms on my horizon.

I don’t play well with others, and don’t give a fuck to, but some fuck is always trying to play in my sandbox, like who the fuck invited you?

This time though it was as if these fucks had decided to join ranks, like that shit was going to faze me. Now I was about to hit back but I didn’t have time to play footsie with the fucks, so I’m going to hit the head and watch the sheep scatter.

Picking up the phone right away, I hit callback. "Yeah Chase, he has a daughter doesn't he? How young is young? Eighteen? Old enough to bleed old enough to breed grab her." Fuck did I check the phone for bugs this morning? Whatever.

The fucking feds be on my nuts like fleas on a dog’s ass, one wrong move and I’ll have to bury some fuck for sticking his nose in my shit. I tapped my fingers on the high polished wood of my desk as I contemplated my next move. Too soon to tell what is, I’ll have to wait until Chase got back here and go from there. No sense in thinking too hard on that shit until I know.

I went back to what I’d been doing before I was interrupted. The dumb fuck sitting across from me was sweating bullets and looking like he’d already tasted his death. Good for him, at least he knew what was coming. That’s what happens when you try to fuck over Draco Santorini. I have no problem making examples out of dumb fucks.

“Do you understand why I have to kill you?” I looked him square in the eye as I asked him this. I like to be fair after all. If a man was about to die, he ought to know the fuck why? Parents tell their children why they’re being punished don’t they?

“Mr. Santorini, Draco, sir, I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a misunderstanding.” He fidgeted and moved around on his chair, I was expecting to see piss stains any second now. Why the fuck these humps keep fucking with my shit, when they can’t even stand a little heat, was beyond me.

Everybody knows that if you fucked with Draco, you’re gonna get burned. Still, every couple of months or so, some new fuck was in my shit. I guess that’s what happens when you’re top dog. Everybody wants your spot.

“Well, your little misunderstanding just cost you your life.” I’m not sure if he felt the shot to his forehead or not. Sometimes they say a shot to the brain kills you before the pain sets in. The fuck do I know? I’m no scientist.

I shook my head and holstered my piece. What a fucking waste, he probably would’ve amounted to something in a couple of years if he hadn’t been so fuck stupid. I keep telling these humps about selling shit on my streets, but no one seems to listen these days.

Everyone was after that quick buck and never kept sight of the big picture. This was my neighborhood, my streets, my people. I have to look out for them, especially the kids.

I keep the streets clean and the people appreciate that shit, that’s why they don’t mind me doing what the fuck I do. Not that I need their approval mind you, but it’s just good business to get along with my neighbors rather than to always be at war with the fucks.

The first thing I’d done when I took over this turf, was wipe out the head kingpin and scatter his crew to the four winds. After showing my might and the fact that I didn’t give a fuck, that got the others in line and they knew to get the fuck gone or they were next.

I cleaned up the schoolyards and used my resources to fish out the dirty cops who were part of the drug ring. How the fuck you’re gonna have a war on drugs when the generals are pushing the shit? What the fuck?

The dumb fuck who’d just lost the right to breathe was the last in a long line of assholes who thought that they could sneak in under the radar. He was a low level jackass out to make a quick buck, now he was dead. No drugs in the school zone.

The only thing I hated more than a drug-dealing fuck who pedaled to kids, was someone who broke Omerta. For those who don’t know, that’s the sacred code of my people. The men in my family have been living by it since my great grandfather came over from the old country. Murdering fuck that he was.

His little misunderstanding as he called it, had cost a kid his life. A kid with a promising future, who was looking for a little pick me up because he’d bitten off more than he could chew with football and class and a whole slew of other shit that no seventeen year old should have to deal with.

Now he was dead, and the brain-fucked dad who’d been pushing him too hard was wishing he’d have done shit different. I should cap his ass too for being a fucking moron.

Then again, who am I to talk? My dad had passed his empire on to me. Granted the shit was mostly legit by the time he passed the reins, but still. There were still pockets that could do with a little cleaning up. I didn’t mind getting my hands dirty once in a while, but the days of running wild in the streets were long gone.

Great grandpa Alfonzo had ran with the scarred one in Chicago back in the golden days. The poor shoeshine that was breaking his ass to make a buck and put food on the table had a very unique skill. He could slit your throat where you stood and you wouldn’t know it. At least that’s what grandpa Al was always boasting about his old man. The Stiletto, that’s what they called him.

By the time gramps had passed shit on to dad it was a whole lot calmer than those days, and the family had branched off into more legitimate endeavors, which brings us to today and yours truly. I’m the new face of the underworld, the kind of fucker that makes grown women leak on themselves when I walk into a room. Hey, that’s what the fuck they told me. They know I’m a bad boy, but they can’t resist.

Where the fuck had my mind wandered to? The fucking guy was starting to stiffen on my damn Persian rug, the fuck! I pressed the button under my desk and sat with my head resting on the chair back. I hate like fuck having to kill someone, and every time I do it I tell myself never again. But the shit’s easier than dealing with the same fuckery over and over again.

My men came into the room to take him out and I went back to work. There was always some shit going on around this bitch. Crime was a never-ending taskmaster. Those fucks who complained about their nine to five bullshit jobs should walk a day in my fucking shoes.

I was bored with the damn paperwork in two hours flat; how the fuck did the pencil pushers do this shit? It was my own fault though. Since I don’t trust any motherfucker walking, I have to take care of this shit myself. The last motherfucker got thrown off the roof, thieving fuck.

But in hindsight, I could see how crunching somebody else’s numbers day in and day out could push an asshole to that point. People should just be more careful who the fuck they tried to rob that’s all.

I heard a whole lot of commotion outside in the hallway, just before my boy Chase came through the door with something that was kicking and screaming. “Whoa, whoa, whoa; what’s all the racket?” He pushed it... whatever the fuck it was, towards my desk.

All I saw was a wild mass of jet-black curls, and a tiny form under it with tits, I like tits. My interest wasn’t really peaked though, I have women coming at me from all angles, it gets tiring if you wanna know the truth. I was about to ask my boy what the fuck? He was supposed to be on a job, not fucking around with some wild ass female. And then I got fucked.

She picked her head up and I got hit in the gut and the heart. I was halfway out of my chair and I got stuck in motion for a hot minute. Totally fucking bowled over.

I regrouped fast enough that I was sure neither of the room’s other occupants noticed my little life altering moment. It still took me a minute though to process. I felt like I was drowning, no joke. Like water was rushing over my head and I was fighting to breathe. I shook that shit off best I could, but it wasn’t easy.

“Damn. What have we here?” I stood from my chair and walked around my desk. She was hot as fuck to say the least. Short, about five three maybe, wild as fuck black curls, and cat green eyes. My cock thanked me and I hadn’t even so much as smelt the pussy yet.

“A pain in the ass that’s what.” My boy looked beat to shit, there were scratches up and down his arm, and what looked like blood on his lip. I looked at the little dynamo who was trying to kill me with her eyes. Damn, I haven’t fucked anything that wild in...ever.

“Now Chase, that’s no way to speak about a young lady, especially not one as gorgeous as our guest. Now where did you find her? And before I forget, thank you.” I grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. My boy isn’t known for his sense of humor.

“She’s Felix’s daughter.”

“Get the fuck out; that mutt produced this? Tell me sweetheart, were you adopted?” I walked around her, taking her in and loving what I saw.

“Fuck you asshole, now let me the fuck outta here.”

I was, to say the least, shocked. I think my mouth hung open for a good half a second. This shit was too good to be true. I like a woman with a little sauce; my pussy of late has been very bland.

All those groupie types that liked hanging off my dick. A bunch a whiny, complaining simpletons, who only breathed to please me. Who the fuck wants that shit? Okay, it was fun for like, the first five years or so, but fuck, you can’t eat the same shit day after day without growing tired of the fuck.

“What did you say your name was again sweetheart?”

“None of your fucking business, my dad is going to kill you once he hears about this.” She’s killing me here, it’s like someone took all the shit I liked and rolled it into one little package. This better not be a fucking joke or I’ll be so pissed.

“Your daddy is an ass. Why the fuck would he mess with me when he knew he had you in his cache? See, this is what I’m talking about Chase; no one does their homework anymore. Had he done his, he would’ve known that if he fucked with me, Draco was gonna come after the pussy.”

I walked over and sniffed her neck. She still had that new girl smell on her. I’d giver her until tonight to smell like me. I’m gonna put my stamp on this one and soon.

One, to piss off her old man, and two, because no one has ever made my cock this hard without having it stuffed down their neck or up their snatch. She’s a keeper alright.

“You may go now Chase, I’ll handle the pain in the ass from here.”

“Watch it Dray, I think she’s part rabid.” She actually lunged at him and I had to catch her with an arm around her middle. He made the sign of the cross and backed out the door, leaving me to wonder just what the fuck he had landed me with.