"No," he uttered the word again, "I am not giving you 40% of the profits."
The man in front of him didn’t understand who was in charge of this organisation. He had gone as far as to demand 59% of those profits and now had tried to bargain his way into 40.
What is happening behind his back in the past two years? How the fuck did soone even think so highly of themselves to tell him the profit ratio?
"But sir," the man smiled, nervously, before adding, "I am bearing quite heavy expenses."
He sighed. "You are not wearing any expenses. In fact, you are not even paying people."
The man was an idiot and this certified that. He expected Salvatore to not know anything about where he had co from or how this deal was being carried out.
Fucker. He was wasting ti.
Salvatore looked down at his watch. It was fifteen minutes past seven in the evening and he had more than 45 minutes to go for dinner but he wanted to get there soon.
This was his last appointnt for the day and fuck it for all he cared.
"You just understand how this works—"
Not only that but the n went on and on about how things were working on his side. What world was living in?
Salvatore rubbed his head in irritation at the voice of the man. How long was it that he had to continue the eting for? It was fucking pointless.
"Don’t fucking tell how this works," Salvatore slamd his hands on the table, "I have been doing this before you enter the business and I have been witnessing my father carry it out, so don’t fucking tell him how to run it, yes?"
At the site of the glaring don on him, the man visibly covered back and nodded. "Ye-yes."
"Good," Salvatore went back to his neutral tone where he had never raised his voice, "I will take care of a profit percentage."
"You will?" The hopeful green in the man’s eye made Salvatore grin.
"Why, yes," the don smiled, "I will give you 8% of it."
Without even waiting for what the man had to say, Salvatore left the room and made his way to the parking lot by the lift.
There was nothing left for him today and he was not going to waste his ti anymore. The quicker he made his way back ho, the more ti he would get to spend with soone whom he had adopted as his daughter in his na.
His daughter.. who would have thought that he would get a readymade child through Evelyn? But apart from that the child was so innocent and if that it was the urge from within that told him to protect her no matter what. When he fed the child and arabella ate while talking to him about how her mother and she would spend their nights, it hit ho.
Ho.
The vibration of his phone in his pockets almost made him curse in frustration before he pulled it out and picked the call. "What?"
"Where are you?" Dante spoke in a hurry and almost sounded like he was huffing to get sowhere in a hurry.
His steps montarily faltered. That was never a good thing.
"On my way ho. Why?"
"You need to co here," Dante said and his phone pinged, "I sent the address, hurry."
*****
Dante and Salvatore waited patiently.
"Again."
Dante sighed, "no matter how many tis you ask to repeat it, it is not going to change Salvatore."
Nevertheless, he continued, "we were walking out of the hotel and he was shot from the balcony of the third floor—’
"Caras?" If the caras had not caught anything then spending almost 3 million dollars on them was the greatest waste he had ever made.
"They caught the sight of him," Dante nodded and smirked, "we would have the man by the end of the night at most."
"An—" Salvatore was about to speak but the world was swallowed when he saw the door to the operation theatre open.
The doctor worked out and addressed Salvatore instantly. "It was a close call and by close I an really close."
Fuck.
The doctor definitely knew what close to death ant when it ca to Mafia organisations and if he said that then it ant that Michelle could have died tonight.
"It was right next to the heart which ans it was by coincidence that Michelle moved a little bit and that must be the reason why it did not go straight through the heart."
Salvatore could count on his fingers about the handful of tis that he had been angry and currently it was adding to that list.
It was one thing to have assassinations send out for them but to actually carry it out was another thing. Soone had dared to kill his n on his property.
"And?" Dante asked.
"So now I will be keeping him in the ICU with 24 hour monitoring. I am not sure if we will put through even with the dicines that we have given him which is why we have to monitor him constantly."
The doctor let out a heavy sigh as if upset by all of it himself. "Unfortunately, gentleman, that is all I have for you. Unless there are so changes in his condition I will not bother you."
Salvatore nodded, allowing the doctor to excuse himself in his presence.
"Fuck," Dante ran a hand over his face, "he just got assassinated in front of , Salvatore." He scoffed, "who the hell knows who that bullet was ant for?"
It did not matter to him whom the bullet was ant for because at the end of the day it was one of his n who got hurt.
From the corner of his eyes he saw Dante pull out his phone and then the malicious grin that ford on his face.
"He’s here," Dante nodded and put his phone in his pocket. "They caught the cunt."
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