𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

One |Do it for mafia

•••ANGELICA•••

I was sitting in my bar drinking whiskey with ice as I was waiting for my business partner to show up.

He is late.

When I make my time for someone, they shouldn't be fucking late and yet, he is late. That's disrespectful towards me. I wanted to know how long I was waiting for that bitch of a man so I looked at my watch that were around my wrist. He is 15 minutes late and I'm loosing my fucking patience, every ticking second more and more.

I downed my drink and stood up from my seat that was at the bar. No one will be fucking late if I make my time for them. Alessia immediately came to my side, walking beside me towards exit.

"Alessia we are leaving. When I make my time for someone, they should fucking be there on time. Let's go." I grumbled as I was walking with Alessia beside me. My guards opened the door of my bar for me as I walked up to exit door.

Stupid idiot.

Black SUV was waiting for me in front of my bar, guard in all black with guns attached to him behind the wheel. Other guard opened the back door of the car for me, so I stepped in sitting in comfortable black leather seat.

"Where to Donna?" my guard asked looking through review mirror at me as I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, leaning more into seat.

"My house." I replied shortly, sighing as my body relaxed.

My phone rang in my purse so I took it out.

Who the fuck is calling me?

I put my phone to my ear as I answered, without looking at contact name. I hate people and their bullshit.

"Che cosa?" I grumbled into phone already irritated by sodden need from someone else to speak to me.
(What?)

"Ciao sorella." my brother said happily into phone as he heard my annoyed voice. Little shit.
(Hi sister)

"What do you want Damiano?" I asked rolling my eyes as I opened them and looked in front on the rose where I saw busy streets of Italy.

"Padre wants to see you for some reason so I'm calling you, because he asked me to, I'm on my way there myself. He also told me you don't answer his calls. Perché?" He asked as I heard his car roaring on the road.
(Father, why?)

"Well because our father is a dick who never yells at you but does at me. So I don't want his yelling into phone and cause damage to my poor ears. That's why I'm keeping that on you, because I know you will always tell me what is happening." I explained with shit eating grin. I was tired of my fathers shit at this point because when I took over his Mafia he was mostly only yelling at me how to be a good leader as if I didn't know.

I tapped the guards shoulder that was driving the SUV and mouthed him through review mirror to take me to 'My fathers.' He nodded in response making a turn

"That explains a lot. Anyways I'm there in few so don't run away please. See you there." He said with sigh then hung up.

What the hell would my father want?