Mafia

He's the leader of a mafia. A gang. Ruthless and powerful in anyway possible. They have enemies and connections. He plays a dangerous game. One he enjoys. Surrounded by guns and drugs, he feels unstoppable. No one is going to dethrone him. He always wins and he always rules. She's innocent and has a future she already planned. Her life is perfect and she's destined for greatness. She has goals she plans to reach, colleges that beg her to join their school and people that adore her. When she tumbles into the world of Mafia, unaware of the brutal world that was just under her nose. The world of drugs, violence and pacts is foreign to her. He helps her because once you're in the world of Mafia, there is no way out.

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21. Chapter XXI : granati

|| Luke || 

 

I entered the Granati's headquarters. It was in the middle of a busy street with banks and office building surrounding it. I walked up to the receptionist. She sat behind a long marble desk and was reading a magazine. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and wore a simple white blouse. There were men at almost every corner, their hands folded in front of them and they each stood at attention. 

I sighed, how I longed to have power like this. I shook the thoughts out of my head and placed my hands on the receptionist's desk, "Here to see Bernardo Granati." 

"Don Luke Hemmings?" She asked. I nodded. "Floor number 12." 

"Thank you," I said and walked up to the elevator. The gold doors slid open and I stepped in. I pressed correct button and the doors soon slid closed. I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath as I felt the elevator going up. My eyes were closed. I didn't know what Bernardo wanted to talk about. 

The elevator soon announced that I reached the floor and I opened my eyes as the doors opened. I stepped into a very lively room. A simple gust of wind came into from the open windows that over looked the city. I was stopped when a hand was placed on my chest. I looked to see an extremely muscular man. 

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Luke Hemmings, here to see Don Bernardo," I said. He nodded and let me pass. I walked towards the second set of doors and the two men opened the doors. Don Bernardo was on the phone, laughing. He saw me and ended his call. 

"Luke Hemmings," He said. "Take a seat please, we have matters to discuss." 

I sat on the leather seats that he had set up in front of his desk. He took a puff from his cigar and set it down on a tray. 

"Luke, I like you kid, you're probably one of the youngest Dons I've ever seen and I respect that," He said. I was a bit taken aback, considering the fact he sent me a warning. "What's the matter with you? You look surprised."

"You send your men to attack me and my family in Chicago," I said. 

"Whoa, I never sent anyone to attack you," he defended. "Do you have proof?"

I nodded and pulled out my phone and looked for the picture in my camera roll. I found the picture of the symbol and showed it to Bernardo. He examined the picture and scoffed, "That's a fake. The slash is too long and the O is too small." 

"It's probably SOPRANO then," I cursed under my breath. 

"SOPRANO?" He chuckled. "Thomas is a joke."

I nodded

"But kid, I didn't come here to discuss that. You obviously have other problems since you're a busy man, but I recently got something delivered," He said. I leaned back in the chair as he motioned to the TV on the far wall. I turned and saw what looked like security footage. "You'll want to see this."

A cold chill went up my spine when I realized it was my home back in Sydney. My mother was sitting on the couch, reading a book. The sound was off and everything was quiet, except the sound of the wind flowing in. I saw a man appearing from the side of the screen. he was dressed in all black clothing to hide his identity. My mom dropped her book and quickly got off the couch but the man seized her. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what happened next, but I reluctantly did so. 

He hit my mother with the butt of his gun and she fell. I saw three other men, also dressed in black, they began raiding the house and the first man tied my unconscious mother to a chair. Anger boiled inside me as I saw the footage. The screen went dark. 

"Is that it!" I shouted. I slammed my hands on the arm rests. 

"Whoa, slow down kid, that's not it. No, I got one of my tech guys to hack into the security and get the rest of the footage," Bernardo said. 

I turned back to the TV and saw the continuation of the footage. The man that was tying my mother suddenly fell backwards. Blood staining the white walls. I saw my father appearing into the screen. He held a gun and was firing at the attackers. My jaw dropped as I saw my father defending his home. 

I never saw my father as anything other than someone who rode motorcycles and someone to make me laugh. He never touched a single gun and he claimed to despise violence. My mind was absolutely blown at what I was seeing as he got the ropes off my mother's hands. 

"Your father, he's a great man. We are very close, which is why I found it surprising that you asked if I sent in my men to attack you. I owe your father my life, we had each other's backs when we were associates in the mafia. Slowly we made our way to the top and when we became underbosses, we each formed brother mafias. Granati and Hemmings were very close. You might find this shocking, but he toned that life down when you were born. He didn't leave it obviously, but he didn't want you to get caught up in that same life." he chuckled. "That didn't stop you. He knew that when you decided to move to America, that you'd somehow find yourself moving your way into a mafia. And here you are, the Don to your very own Mafia. " he stopped. "I remember, getting a call from him one night, telling me that you've left home, that he wanted me to keep a look out for you. I'd never attack your Mafia Luke, you're a good kid and you've come a long way. Your parents are safe, do not worry about them."

"My father was a Don of his own Mafia?" I asked, my voice nearly cracked. 

"He was a great don, he took care of his family, his brothers. I see that leadership in you, kid. I see that you take shit from no one and that you're a true leader. Your father is proud," He said. "If you ever need anything, anything at all, I'm always here."  He got up and I did as well. "Protect your family just as your father protected his." I nodded and he brought me into a hug. He patted my back roughly. 

"Thank you," I said. 

"Now," He sat back down. "Get your ass out of here." I smiled and nodded before turning on my heel and exiting the office. 

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