After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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"I don't know what the big deal is Mauve we offered his family a million dollars; they're not getting a penny more out of me" Tre deadpanned.
Mauve, who was sitting across from me at our conference room table, rolled her eyes at Tre and smirked at me, "this one is all you baby love."
"Demontre, you picked up your baby grand piano that's on the opposite side of your room, walked it over to the window and yeeted it like you were throwing garbage in the trash can." I sighed.
Saying it for the 6th time in 2 hours you would think my disbelief would go away but it didn't. And of course, luck was on our side, and the piano hit an innocent man who just happened to be walking by.
He was declared dead at the scene and his only living relative started screaming she'll sue for all we're worth.
The second she said sue Phillip and Alisha rushed out from God knows where to talk to the hysteric women before Tre could shoot her for making her headache worse.
After she calmed down Philip had used his skills of persuasion to convince the women to claim this was just a freak accident and leave silently with a check.
The only problem is the 1 million that we had offered wouldn't cover all the "pain and suffering" and she wanted 5.2 million dollars more.
That money leaving our bank accounts honestly wouldn't even make a dent. I mean we make millions in minutes, but Demontre is just so fucking frugal at times she refuses to go over a million.
Which is why Phillip had called Alisha, Mauve and I into one of our smaller conference rooms to convince our money savvy queen to cough up the extra dough.
"I don't understand why we just can't kill her?" She exclaimed with a duh expression.
Shaking his head in disbelief Phillip cleared his throat, "Tre she's an innocent person, we can't just go kill her. "
Waving him off Tre pulled out her phone, "yes we can AND she's the last living relative of that man it's like she asking to be killed."
In an attempt to stop the laughs that were desperately trying to come out, Mauve cheeks started to puff out. After successfully swallowing, her giggles away she said, "Tre the type of money she's asking for isn't even a lot."
Typing away on her phone, Tre sneered, "I know BUT it's the principle of the thing."
Opening her mouth, probably to get all mommy mode on her, Alisha sighed but before she could start her rant Benson and Nancy opened the door.
"The fuck are you doing here? You're supposed to be with the victim's sister." Phillip spat.
"Yo relax no need to get mad at us because Tre went all lady hulk again," Benson smirked.
Pulling Benson's arm Nancy led them to the baby pink couch in the corner for them to sit while saying, "Tre told us to come here for an emergency meeting with y'all."
