I speed back to my own house, pull up to the gate, and the guards let me in. I park my car in front of the main door and barge in.

"Son," My father says, handing me a gun.

"What cell is he in?" I ask, walking to the elevator with my father.

"Cella numero 17, piano inferiore. Vai tu stesso, ho bisogno di prendere accordi con Evan," He says before walking away in the opposite direction.(Cell number 17, bottom floor. Go by yourself, I need to make some arrangements with Evan.)

I press the bottom floor and put in my key. This floor is exclusive and so we have to enter a special key to get down there. The elevator dings and I walk to the cells in the back. As I'm walking, the other prisoners kept cursing and screaming.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yell back.

I tell the guards to take prisoner 1347 to the interrogation room.

Standing behind the one-way window, I feel a warm hand on my shoulder.

I set my arm on Mark's shoulder. He grabs my arm to twist it, but I'm stronger than him so I don't budge.

"Brother," I say.

"You know, fuck you. Let me do something myself," He says.

"But I'm your older brother, I have to look out for you," I say, grabbing the gun for his hand, "I got this, bro."

He flips me off as I walk into the room. I see a blonde man with a cut on his lip.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't 'Capo Mateo' and all his glory," The man says.

"Ricardo," I say, pulling out the chair and sitting on it.

"That would be me," The dumbass says.

"Well, I heard you tried to steal information, but you got caught," I say, twirling the gun around my finger.

"No, I didn't do that."

I reach into my sock, pulling out my hidden pocket knife. Forcing his hand on the table, I stab right in the middle. He screams, but I start cutting off his fingers, one by one.

"Okay, okay! I admit it! I did it!" He screams as I get to his pinky finger.

"Well, it's fine. You can go," I say. He looks at me with shock and a hint of horror.

"Really?" He asks.

"No, you dipshit," I say, grabbing the gun and pointing it at the center of his forehead.

"Listen, if you kill me, the Russians are gonna kill every single person you love in front of you. You don't want that again, right?"

Bam. I shot him in the middle of his eyes, right in his brain. I look at him and I notice a patch of ink on his arm. I roll up his sleeve and notice a Russian mafia tattoo.

I walk out and throw the gun back to Mark, whose eyes are wide open.

"Did you really have to cut off his fingers?"

I grab the fingers and take them out of the bag, placing them on a linnen sheet. I grab a piece of paper and start writing.

From: The Italian Mafia

To: The Russian Mafia

I see that you have sent a man to gather information on us, again. Wrong move. Next time, I'm not gonna be this nice. I am a man of my word.

I fold the letter and place it in an envelope with the official Italian stamp on the back. I hand a letter to a guard and tell him to send it out for me. He nods and walks away with the letter.

I get out of the elevator and am greeted by the Italian mafia. I walk over to them at the 26 person dining table and shake each man's hand and sit on my father's right side.

"Mateo, cosa stavi facendo?" Asks one of the men at the end of the table.(Mateo what were you doing?)

"Quello che è successo?" Asks a woman.(What happened?)

I slam my fist against the table to silence all the incoming questions. "Ricardo ha cercato di rubarci informazioni da portare ai russi," I say in perfect Italian.(Ricardo tried stealing information from us to take to the Russians.)

"Quindi quale fu la sua conseguenza?" One of the men asks me. (What was his consequence?)

"Gli ho tagliato le dita prima di sparargli in mezzo agli occhi e ho inviato le dita e la lettera ai russi!" I say, looking over at my father, nodding his head.(I cut his fingers off before shooting him in the middle of his eyes, and I sent the cut off fingers and a letter to the Russians.)

"Mateo," Says my Nonna entering the room. All the mafia men and women stand up as a sign of respect.

"Perché non hai lasciato che tuo fratello lo gestisse? Mi stava piagnucolando come una cagna," She says, waving her hand for everybody to sit down. (Why didn't you let your brother handle it? He was whining to me like a little bitch.)

"Was not," Mark says, standing from his seat.

"Silence," My father says in a stern voice. Everyone stopped talking and looked over at him.

"We will need to start getting supplies from our allies. That will take about 2 or 3 months. Also, we need to get some extra training," My father says, starting to eat.

As I start to eat as well, my father whispers something in my ear, "Try finding some new recruiters." I start eating again and started thinking about who I could recluta. Then it popped in my mind: A-

_____AUTHORS NOTE____________

-hehehehe, cliffhanger.

-Thank you all for giving my book a chance. I really appreciate it.

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