Page 36 of My Young Mafia Daddy

EDDIE: I already know his name. It’s Luca Conte. Have you heard of him? Is he one of your friends??? Please help, Daddy! East Side Sugar is so important to not just me and Mitch, but to the community too! XoXoXo

I put the phone back down after the rapid-fire messages and the look on my face tells Rico that something is up.

‘What’s happening?’ Rico says, finishing off his espresso.

‘You’re not going to believe this,’ I say. ‘Conte is buying my boy’s bakery. This shit has to end. We have to act now.’

‘Agreed,’ Rico says. ‘Listen, I’ve had a tip-off that Conte is using an office above a restaurant as his base over on this side of the city. How about we pay him a visit?’

‘Let’s go,’ I say, wasting not a single second as I down the rest of my espresso and stand up from my chair. ‘It’s time to end this. I’m parked round the corner, let’s move.’

My blood is boiling.

It was one thing Conte buying up random property and breaking the Mafia territory peace deal – but trying to fuck with my boy’s bakery is one step too far.

I’m going to put a bullet through Conte’s heart.

This will end today – as far as I’m concerned, there is no other option.

On the drive over to the restaurant where Conte is supposedly using as a makeshift base, the atmosphere is very much game mode.

I look across to Rico and see him checking his gun, making sure that everything is correct and in place.

‘You good?’ I say, bringing the SUV to a standstill as I park it round the corner from the restaurant.

‘All good,’ Rico replies.

I can tell that Rico is ready to kill.

It might be a Mafia thing, but the bond between two Mafia men is something very much unlike anything else you would get in so-called polite society.

Rico and I know that taking a life is a big deal, but we also know deep down in our hearts that this is what we were born to do.

Rico isn’t tense or nervous in the way a regular Joe on the streets would be – far from it.

Rico knows that it’s business time.

And the same goes for me.

‘Okay, I think it’s time,’ I say, taking my gun out of the glove compartment and placing it inside my jacket. ‘We go in. We do the business. We bounce. Right?’

‘Right,’ Rico replies, a steely determination on his face that I feel coursing through my own veins too. ‘This asshole is experiencing the final moments of his life right now. He might not know it, but he soon will do.’

We don’t waste a single second.

Silently and with total focus, Rico and I get out of the SUV and approach the restaurant from the side alley.

It only takes a moment to overpower and eliminate the thug on the door.

We’re inside the building and stealthily climbing up the stairs at the rear to gain access to the office.

‘Okay. On three,’ I whisper, my ear momentarily pressed up against the office door. ‘One… two… three!’

With that, we burst into the office ready to unload our guns into Luca Conte’s helpless body.

But there’s one big motherfucking problem…

‘Where’s Conte?’ I say, a look of shock on my face.

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