"Mason I will see you tomorrow night right?" The love of my life asks through the phone.

I smile at my computer as I look at rings. "Yes, amore mio," I say.

"Great, I can not wait," she responds. I can just picture the bright smile on her face. Just thinking about her smiling makes me grin.

"Me neither," I tell her while leaning back into my chair.

"Of course you can't," she says.

"What do you mean?" I ask with a smirk.

"I can just think about what you are thinking about doing to me," she tells me.

"Like what?" I ask twisting the chair so I can stare out at the waves of the ocean.

"Like; having me sucking your cock. Licking every crevice of my body. Fucking me all night. Taking me in the showers, on the floor, against the wall, or on the couch. I can think of more but I think that is a long list," she says and I hear a growl in the background.

"Baby, I need you here now to take care of my hard-on," I groan out while adjusting my hard-on.

"Oh, I wish I was there to babe, but I have plans for today," she says in a pitying tone.

"Do not make fun of me," I warn.

"I would never do that," she exclaims.

"Of course you wouldn't," I say with a grin. "What are these big plans that will not allow you to come over?"

"Rose, Emery, and I are meeting Anna and Riley at the mall. We going shopping until we drop then I am getting dropped off here for my training. Then after that, I am going to Riley's house to have a girl's night," she responds while the puppy barking in the background gets louder and louder.

I turn my chair around at the sound of it opening. "That sounds fun babe," I tell her as Will walks in.

"Brian is done with the thief," Will informs me. I nod my head in response.

"Amore Mio, I have to go," I tell her.

"Okay, I will see you tomorrow my love," she says and hangs up.

"Did Brian get any information out of him?" I ask while standing up and adjusting my cuff links.

"No," Will responds.

I nod my head and exit my office and head towards the elevator. When I get onto the elevator followed by Will I click the button for B which stands for basement. The elevator opens moments later and I take off my suit jacket and roll up my sleeves for the blood bath that is about to begin.

***

"Do you know where my missing weapons are Jerald?" I ask the balding man tied to a chair.

"N-no I-I d-do n-not," he whimpers in pain.

I grab his broken wrist and squeeze. "I agree that you do not know where the money is but you at least know who has the packages," I snarl in his face.

"I promise I have no idea who has it," he cries. "I promise you I had the money then it disappeared."

"You mean it just happened to get legs and walked off?" Will asks from his leaning position against the wall.

"No no it.... someone took it," he whimpers with hope shining in his eyes.

"Who?" Will questions.

"I-I did not see their face they were masked," he whispers and looks down at his tied feet in shame.

"Masked? But you do know if they were female or male," I ask. He nods his head in response.

"They told me not to tell anyone," he mumbles while shifting as much of his body he can nervously.

"I am confused first you said you did not know who they were but now you are saying they told you not to tell anyone who they were?" I ask raising a lone brow.

His eyes widen at the realization that he spoiled his own lie. "I-I did not see their face he was masked I swear he just told me not to say anything to anyone," he pleads as I grab a sharp knife and place it against his cheek, and sliding it down his neck leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

"You should really tell me the truth now Jerald. This could be so much easier for you if you just say the truth. Bossman here will scar you up for the prostitutes who you allow in your bed," Will drawls from his corner watching the liar.

I smirk at the man as I allow the blade to dig deeper into the skin under his chin. He whimpers at the pain but does not say a single thing. I stand to my full height and remove the knife from his skin.

He looks relieved but before he can realize what I am doing I am slamming the blade down onto his hand. The blade cuts through his skin like butter before it is caught in the wood of the chair.

He screams in pain. His head rolls back but I grab his chin in a tight grip before moving his head to look into my wild eyes.

"Tell me who the fuck stole my fucking weapons and I will allow you a quick death," I hiss in annoyance and anger.

"Fine, I will tell you who took the weapons," he rasps.

I lean back on my heels and cross my arms waiting for his confession. "So who stole MY weapons?" I ask for the millionth time. He gulps once..twice... the third time has me grinding on my molars.

"Declan Diaz," he spits out and my arms fall to my sides as I stare at the man. "The leader of the Mexican Mafia and it was a female with long ice blue hair and red lips was the one who stole the truck full of weapons. I recognized Diaz's marker with the tattoo of a shooting star. She had it on her wrist and I saw it while she grabbed the money from the truck."

"Was there anyone else helping the bitch?" Will asks as I stand stock-still thinking about Brooklyn's response when I have to tell her that her ex abuser and rapist stole money from me.

"Yes, a driver but I could not see his face," he responds.

"How do you know it was a man?" I finally ask my hands turning to fists at my sides.

The frightened man looks up. "The build of the man was that of a man. A well-built man but a man nonetheless," he responded.

"Any other details?" Will asks coming to stand at my side.

"The car was a vintage Lamborghini with flames painted on the sides with a plate that said 'Mi estrella esto es para ti' or that was what I got from the jumbled of words," he related.

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No, that's all I can remember since the ice blue bitch knocked me out with a rock," he growled angrily.

"Thank you for the information," I thank him. His face flips to a trepidatious expression as I take my gun out of my pants and aim it at his head.

"Please I have a kid and I wi-" his sentence ends with his brains splattered across the wall leaving the sound of the shot reverberating through the basement.

"He did not even have a child or a fucking wife," Will grumbled in the silence.

I turn around and slam my hand into the concrete wall. "Bastard. Motherfucker. Son of a Bitch," I fumed.

After a few minutes of punching the wall, I take a deep breath and rest my forehead against the wall trying to calm my erratic breathing.

"Boss, if you are done punching the wall and cussing up a storm I word like to ask a question," Will drawled as the click of a lighter and the smell of nicotine filled the air.

"Mmmh," I hum to let him know I am listening.

"I know Declan is a prickly subject that gets on your balls and Russo's but are you going to tell Mr. Russo and Lady Brooke?" Will asks.

I turn to lean against the wall and stare at him for a minute. I take a breath before exhaling my answer. "I will have to tell him," I tell him I check my watch. "I could go now."

"I would like to go with," Will enforms me while taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Fine, I am changing, and do not get in my car with putting that damned cigarette out," I demand before walking to the elevator.

"What happened man you used to smoke all the time. Now you do it only in your office or outside. Is good old Brooke keeping you locked up from the joys of nicotine?" He asks with a raised brow.

"No, I just choose to allow my life breathing in secondhand smoke when she is with me," I tell him.

He leans back against the wall breathing in the smoke before exhaling. "I could never allow my life to lose the joys of alcohol, drugs, or nicotine," he informs me.

I tap the button for the elevator before speaking. "One day you will know the protectiveness of having someone you love being in dangerous or toxic environments," I tell him.

The elevator doors open and I step in but before they can close Will blurted something he probably never thought he would say. "No one will love a man like me."

The elevators close before I can comprehend his words and then my phone dings with an incoming call.

I accept the phone call. "Ciao Madre," I say into the phone. (Hello mother)

***

I hang up the phone as Will got into the car. "That was a long smoke," I say scowling at the steering wheel as I drive out of the warehouse.

"I finished smoking 10 minutes ago I just did not want to be in the vicinity when you are talking to Madre Mirabella," he teased.

I exhaled a deep breath before rolling my eyes. "It was not that kind of call," I informed him.

"So she did say anything about me not going over for meals, or asking if I was okay, or scorning me for not visiting?" he asked with a raised brow.

I chuckled a dry laugh before answering. "No, she scorned me for not forcing you to come over for dinner and asking if you were dating someone and that was why you were not over from breakfast, lunch, and dinner like you used to," I recited.

"So it was that kind of conversation. She wants to guilt me into coming over," he thought out loud. He glanced at me and saw I was still scowling at the road. "Okay tell me what's up your ass grumpy."

"Ll bastardo che lei chiama marito vuole organizzare un matrimonio per Viola. Vuole anche mandare Tristano in Russia per allenarsi con una lega di assassini," I rant.

"Boss, I do not mean to be rude but I am not fluent in Italian like you. The only words I got were bastard, Viola, Tristano, Russia, and assassin," he commented.

A huff slipped out of my mouth before I changed my language to English. "My father wants to arrange a marriage for Viola and send Tristano to Russia to an academy for future assassins. Mom was hysterical on the phone crying about how 'he wants to kill my babies. Miei figli'. I could only get bits and pieces from her but.." I take a deep calming breath. "But I will go to see him soon to ask for clarification." (My babies)

Will stares out of the window for a few minutes taking in what I just told him. "Is Viola okay?" he asks hesitantly.

"Mom did not say. I assume she is bussing her time cleaning or working on a puzzle of some kind," I supposed.

He nods his head and watches Ricardo's security opening the large gate. I drive through the gate before Will asked me another question.

"What are you going to do to the bastard if he makes Viola marry someone from another mafia?" He asks with a worried expression taking place across his face before disappearing into neutrality.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens before I take a deep breath and exhale. "I would want to kill him but I will just have to make a new proposition that will have him change his mind," I disclose.

"Makes sense," he whispers more to himself than me. After that, the 5-minute drive up the driveway is in silence.

I park the car beside the fountain and climb out. I adjust my cufflinks before walking up the stairs. I begin to lift my fist to knock but the door swings open.

A little boy with chocolate brown hair like Brooke and hazel eyes stare up at me with an innocence I have not seen since Tommaso and Viola was this age.

The boy smiles a beaming smile up at me. "Hi, I'm Santino," he greets sticking out his hand.

I shake his hand as I greet him. "Hi Santino, I am Massimo but you can call me Mason," I tell him with a smile.

"I know who you are sissy talks about with RoRo, Emie, An, and Rile," he says with a joyous expression while talking about Brooke.

"She talks about me?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Of course she says things I do not understand," he says confusedly while looking at my feet before meeting my eyes. "Do you know what big cock means?" he asks with childlike innocence.

My expression goes blank as Will laughs hysterically from behind me. Santino hears the clicking of shoes at the same time I do.

"Santino go find Filippa," Ricardo says from behind his son.

"Okay papa," Santino responds turning around and hugging Ricardo's legs. Ricardo stares down at his son with fatherly love before the little boy takes off down the hall yelling "Filippa, Filippa, Filippa come play, come play." His yelling trails off as he gets deeper into the heart of the house.

Ricardo turns around looking serious instead of the fatherly love his face showed seconds away. "Any reason why you are at my house?" he asks stepping back into the house to allow us to step into the house.

I take a quick around and notice the only thing new are the winterberries in the vase on the fower table. "Yes," I say making my gaze lock onto him. "I have some information about Diaz," I inform him and his gaze instantly hardens.

He glances around before nodding his head to the sitting room. I nod and we walk across the room to his office. He unlocks the sliding doors and enters the room. I follow with Will on my heels.

The room has a library on one side of the room a billard table in front of floor-to-ceiling windows. His desk is in the middle and two brown leather chairs are in front of his desk with two leather couches facing each other with a glass coffee table is in the middle of the room.

Ricardo sits in the chair behind the desk and nods to the two chairs in front of his desk. I take a seat and Will follows sitting on my left.

"So what is the information about this fucker," Ricardo asks with hardly contained rage biting his words.

"He took a truck full of new weapons from a supplier in Jersey," I tell him.

He leans back in his chair in more of a relaxed position but I know he is anything but. "What kind of weapons?" he inquired.

"Radioactive bombs, toxic gas missiles, high tec rifles, revolvers, Glocks, and handheld guns. There was also a few magnetic knives, extending batons, multi-use nunchucks, and 5 containers of shuriken stars," I list off.

Ricardo sits straight up at the weapons I listed. "Declan Diaz got all of those weapons?" he asks with a worried expression.

"Yes, he even got the bullets that injected snake venom in its target," I confirmed.

His worried expression did not go away even after leaning back into his chair. His hand came up and rubbed his chin a thoughtful way. "If Declan Diaz has those weapons then we are all doomed," he cautioned.

I nod my head and Will opens his mouth to respond but a beautiful voice from the doorway responds before he has time to. "Not all of us."

***

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