Raphael Romano

Abree sighed before taking a seat in front of me. "We'll land in 30 minutes."

I nodded my head and looked out the plane's window watching as the fluffy clouds pass by, you could see nothing apart from the blue sky.

"I cannot wait to meet the little doll." she beamed. "Do not get your hopes up, I'll be the only one who converses with her." I declared not turning to look at Abree knowing that she pulling faces at me.

I rolled my eye at her childlike behavior. "Whatever." she shrugged.

Abree waved her hands in the air and seconds a man wearing a suit approached. "Ms. Romano. Mr. Romano." He greeted.

"Could you please get me something strong?" she suggested. "Yes ma'am." The slim figure turned to look at me he offered a smile in respect. "Anything for you sir?" I shook my head.

I'm in the mood for alcohol, what a surprise.

"Are you sure sir." He asked again. I sighed and turned to look at him. "When I shake my head what does that signal..." I looked at his badge displayed on his right chest. It read Mako.

"Mako?"

He froze on the spot and his eyes flashed with fear. "Uh, n-no sir." He answered with a voice shaky. "No what Mako?" I asked. "Shaking your head signals to no." His voice came out small.

I glared at him and looked like he was the verge of pissing himself. His body began to shiver in fear, I could tell that he regretted asking me earlier on.

Abree chuckled. "His just in a grumpy mood Mako, he won't kill you." She said. "I'm capable." I let out. Mako sucked in a breath. Abree sighed and rolled her eyes. "If you kill him I kill you." She warned.

She gave Mako and apologetic look. "Sorry for my brother, his a dick you did nothing wrong Mako." She spoke sweetly putting him at ease.

He nodded and walked away not daring to look my way. "What the fuck is your problem?" She asked folding her arms.

I ignore her and continued to look out the window.

"Look, I know you're tense about getting your hands on your precious little doll but we'll get to her first before him." She reassured.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "It is not about that Abree, if they get to her first before us we are doomed and they have all the power to destroy the Russians." I said, turning to look at her.

Abree light brown eyes gazed into mine. "Yes I know that, but what bothers you the most is that you know you won't be able to see her again."

Silence filled the room.

That's not true... I tried to convince myself but we all know that it's the only reason why I'm so eager to get my hands on her.

When I first came back to Italy from my trip to France, my father and have recently discovered that Americans are after her as well. We have a inside man that has been a double agent for the past nine years. Everything that happens in the American Mafia aka The knights is reported back to us.

Primo Knight was an American crime boss back in the 90s. He was a legend back then. The knight's family ruled the underground crime world. They were known as the capo di tutti i capi ("bosses of all the bosses." ) until he was assassinated by one of the Russians Ivan Lebedev the father of Semion Lebedev 's father. After that war broke loose in the crime world. Russians became more powerful followed by the Italians and the Americans slowly lost their name and power.

The Americans are brutal I give them that but they aren't as brutal as the Russians. The Russians have done things far worse than we have.

Especially Semion aka the devil.

He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month.

His precious daughter.

He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and search for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

But sadly we aren't the only ones who have thought that we also have the Americans to worry about.

The guy from earlier came back with Abree's drink he set it on the mini table in front of us then walked away.

Abree took her drink and said. "I'm serious Raphael don't let your guard down and mess this up because father trusted you with this and you will face the consequences, not me," she warned before taking a sip of her beverage.

"I know Abree." I loosened my tie and sank into my seat.

"This isn't Mexico. This is some real shit. If you obsess over her again as you did with Juana...God so help me I can't imagine what papa will do to you." she chuckled bitterly.

"Like I said. I know."

She paused her eyes glaring at me, she doesn't seem convinced. She has doubts about my promises but I am serious I won't obsess over her or fall in love it will be the other way around. This isn't Mexico. I've changed and grown. I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman.

especially with the devil's daughter.

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