◽A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL◽
◽CARMELLO'S POV◽
The game of poker, A game I purposefully chose because the first son of the Russian Mafia doesn't know the first thing about it.
I gave a subtle signal to Martini to get the men ready, it was going to end in a blood bath. I knew it before I came here.
Rezzo's strategy was simple, too simple. He used the wommen sitted beside me as bait, he provided them.
A few days ago. I had a meeting with one of his distributors, it was annoyingly hectic, Loudmouths, fucking talkatives
I knew he'd put Muroz up to the job of drugging me, I knew I was gonna get dosed even if I chose not to drink in what he offered.
One of my men drugged me.
I never drank anything until I was in the car, we needed to pluck out the weasles and we needed to do it fast.
“Fold.“ Rezzo pestered like the kindergartener he was, like I said he doesn't know the first rule about playing.
Don't show your enthusiasm
“How did the meeting with Muroz go,” I wouldn't be here if he didn't control the eastern docks, a place I desperately needed access to, I wouldn't be trying to renew our alliance if my father hasn't been trying his hardest to sabotage me.
Every alliance the italian mafia has ever had with other gangs, syndicates and cartels was in jeopardy. My father's doing, he was trying his best to show that I could never be a better don.
I never asked him to resign his position or hand every authority to me.
He did it himself because he was dying of cancer
A cancer that, unfortunately didn't kill him.
Not that anybody would mourn his death.
He's a spiteful old man thinking he could control me from the shadows.
I can't run the family the same way he did, with so many unnecessarily evil decisions made just to assert dominance and kill anyone who disagreed.
Back to this Russian idiota {idiot} who proposed a deal that wouldn't benefit him in the slightest.
A game of Texas Hold 'em, winner takes all.
I glared at the girl next to me inching her hand towards my lap “non osare toccarmi,” {don't you dare touch me} She probably didn't understand me but she retracted her hand immediately.
“You're sure you want to keep going Итальянский плод, you seem to be shaking,” {Italian feotus} Rezzo sneered lips curling into a very disgusting smirk, he is ugly.
like I said he talks too much.
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“All in,” I said, not breaking eye contact.
The room shifted. It always does when danger changes seats. Even the dealer, one of Rezzo’s men, of course, paused for a second too long before nodding.
Rezzo narrowed his eyes. “You bluffing, Carmello?”
I leaned forward just a little, my voice low. “Am I?”
He looked at his cards again, as if they’d suddenly rearrange themselves into a miracle. They wouldn’t. His fingers were sweaty. His poker face cracked at the edges. He was waiting for someone, anyone, to tell him what to do.
But his men were as clueless as he was.
His father never learns, he shouldn't send him to close deals.
The room was silent.
Only the sound of chips being pushed forward.
He matched my bet. “Let’s see it then.”
We flipped.
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He had three eights.
Not bad. Just not good enough.
The silence was loud.
He stared at the cards. Blinked. His jaw locked, and I saw the moment it dawned on him that he made the wrong decision, my lips curled upward.
Unable to let that moment I could make fun of him slide through my finger.
I'm immatured like that.
“Looks like you lose the docks, Rezzo,” I said, standing. My voice was calm, but it carried weight.
His eye twitched. “You cheated.”
“No.” I smiled coldly. “You just lost.”
Behind me, I heard the distinct sound of guns being cocked.
Martini and my boys did the same, Rezzo never learns “ you're going to end up getting beat up by your father, if you do that,” I teased, his jaw ticked and my smile widened.
The women jumped up, chairs scraping. Someone screamed. One of Rezzo’s men reached for a gun and got three bullets in the chest before he could blink.
Blood splattered onto the green felt.
“Sei un cretino. You don't learn.” {you're a dumbass} I muttered, stepping over the body. “Poker wasn’t the game you should have chosen.”
Rezzo’s hand shook as he reached for his glass, still trying to be nonchalant, he just lost all access to the eastern dock and that is a big loss
He tried to stand. Lounging forward at me, I shot him in the kneecap.
He collapsed with a shriek, hand clutching his leg as he writhed in agony.
I knelt beside him, eyes dead calm.
“You call me a fetus again,” I whispered, “and I’ll make sure your mother forgets what your face looked like.”
He was surprised, he is the first person in their faction that I would reveal to that I spoke russian “Если бы не твой отец, ты бы уже был мёртв.“ {If it wasn't for your father, you'll be dead by now} 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdhXWoP5sp0
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