They say that nowadays, love cease to exist. It's just a myth. To which it never existed. That it was just in fairytale. Or in movie's, book but not life.
But Ezra helped me prove them wrong. It not just a myth, it doesn't just happen in a fairytal...
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"How long!" Niccoló yells, causing my blood to boil.
"Watch your fucking tone!" I slam my hands down on the dark oak desk in my office.
"No, Ezra, you just put my kid in danger!" I clench my jaw. "You know what you were getting yourself into when you decided to fall in love, Niccoló!" I roar.
This dumb ass knew how love could be used against him in the type of world we live in.
"You don't get to do that!" Nico shouts, pointing at me.
Keep doing that, Nico. I will cut your fucking finger off.
"You don't know what love is or how to be loved. Your fucked up, Ezra!" Niccoló snapped at me. I pull my gun out, pointing straight at him.
But he's right. I'm fucked up. Someone can't love someone like me. I'm so fucked up.
But it's bound it happen.
It's comes with the job.
"Do it! Ezra I swear to God if something happens to Kate or my son." He paused. "You will have to fucking Kill me." With that, he left my office.
"Fuck!" I run my hands through my hair. He's right. I've only put them in danger.
***
"Boss." Octavius says as he walks into the warehouse. "We have one of Fernando's men in the basement." I nodded as I walked past him.
Fernando is the leader of the Spanish mafia. Fernando works dirty. That mother fucker will do anything for power.
Even the betrayal of his best friend, my father.
I open the door, entering the room. The man's head was hanging low. He slowly looks up, a smirk growing on his bloody face.
"El propio Diablo." He said it with a chuckle. I take off my suit jacket, placing it on the table. I roll up my sleeves up to my forearm.
Translate (The Devil himself.)
His dark skin has bruises all over it. His dark eyes filled with hate. "Let's get this over with." I grumble, grabbing a knife off the table.
"Your empire will fall, and you with it." He spat it out.
"I may be my father's son, but I'm not him. I don't lose what's mine." I held no emotion—nothing—because I am right.
What's mine will stay mine.
"You have no idea what is coming." The man said it with a chuckle. "What?" I ask, and He chuckles. "Fernando wants what is his."
