The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

04

Something important

1 I know that tadpole is a weird and unusual pet name to call anybody and some of you feel uncomfortable, but see this, I like this. So no criticism on that.

2. I've used a little bit of Italian words here and there and stuff like that. And The under boss (according to various sites) in directly translates Capo Bestone  in Italian, meaning head stick. Capo Bestone and Capo are two different positions. Capo stands under the Capo Bestone. The under boss who stands under the Boss or Don or the family head.

That's all.

Waking up, I reached to the right side of the bed, hoping to find a certain pink haired beauty, curled up, wanting attention like she did last night.

All night, before I feel asleep.

"Jesus Christ." I groaned sitting up, the duvet around my wait and shook my head, a mirthless chuckle leaving me.

What a liar. I thought mentally.

Stay.

I'll stay.

Empty fucking promises form those lips dripped like honey and she didn't even regret.

Quiet the opposite happened last night. Last night, my sweet women was vulnerable, my sweet women wanted me, she craved me and now in the morning she's gone.

As always.

Always fucking leaving.

I shook my head again, anger bubbling inside of, feeling as if the world was spinning in the opposite direction.

With a sweep of my arm, the contents of the night stand landed on the floor, the bedside lamp cracked, the wine bottle from previous night shattered and red liquid fizzing in the floor soaking the tread wire carpet.

My phone vibrated, I searched for the device on the bed finally finding of under my pillow.

Roman.

"Boss?" I answered my free hand pulling my hair from the roots, a habit triggered by stress.

"Angelo." He replies. "I thought there was a shipment you were to receive, Capo bestone." He added.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The stolen diamonds, that are supposed to come back.