The Arrangement

Chapter Two

Nicolas's POV

"Romano," she nods as she fixes her skirt that's rising a little bit.

"Thomas," I say.

As soon as I press the elevator button to go to floor one my phone rings.

I groan and answer while putting on my coat.

"E adesso?" I grunt as the elevator door open. I make my way out the front door, heading towards my car. I unlock the car door and get in, connecting my phone to the aux cord.
{ italian translation : what now }

"Ho trovato Raffaello. Per mesi ha rubato il nostro prodotto e lo ha venduto ai membri della sua banda, guadagnando soldi dai nostri profitti. Cosa pensi che dovremmo fare al riguardo Nic?" My best friend Gio explains.
{ italian translation : I found Raphael. For months, he's been stealing our product and selling it to the members of his gang, making money off our profits. What do you think we should do about it Nic }

Gio and I have been best friends since our father's threw us into this business at only sixteen years old.

Since we started at a young age, we had no one but ourselves to care for and I can honestly say that he's like a brother to me.

"Digli di incontrarmi al mio club stasera per una chiacchierata amichevole. Troverò un modo per affrontarlo, ma per ora, trova solo un modo per convincerlo a incontrarci. Comprendere?" I ask.
{ italian translation : tell him to meet me at my club tonight for a friendly chat. I'll find a way to deal with him, but for now, just find a way to get him to meet us. Understand }

"Sì."
{ italian translation : yeah }

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I park my car and make my way inside my club to my office. But before I can, a practically naked woman stops me.

"Wanna have some fun?" she smirks and twirls her hair around her finger while holding her hands on her bony hips.

"No, maybe later," I push past her and open my office door. Before I can even step in, the sound of muffled screams stops me.

"What did I say to fucking do Gio? I swear you never listen to me," I shake my head as I lay my eyes on Raphael who's tied up.

"Well hello to you too," he rolls his eyes sarcastically. "I only tied him up because he tried to run away when I said you were on your way here," he shrugs.

"Is that so?" I turn my head towards a scared and shaking Raphael. I tilt my head to the side as he thrashes around and screams for help.

Luckily, I sound proofed this room for reasons like this.

I slowly strutted toward him and ripped the tape off his mouth. He hissed in pain and turned his attention toward me.

I grab the collar of his shirt and punch him square in the jaw repeatedly before dropping him back on the floor.

"Dov'è la mia fottuta cocaina Raphael?" I ask him as I lock my hands in front of me.
{ italian translation : where's my fucking cocaine Raphael }

"I-I swear I'm gonna have it soon. I just need a little more time and you'll have it. I swear," he begs me as tears begin to slide down his cheeks.