Kidnapped by the Mafia

"We will kill them where they stand."I will not stop until we have every last one of them crushed under my thumb. They will regret this. That I swear." Carlos swore as he raised his voice, causing the veins on the side of his head to pulse. Roberto gulped as he stared at him.

He didn't know what had come over him, but this was not like him. He was thinking with his heart rather than rationally, and he knew that no matter what he said, it would not be enough to convince him.

"And how do we suppose we do that? They have more manpower, more weapons, and frankly, they have more of everything."Roberto said to them as he let out a roar.

"Well, I have a trick up my sleeve," Carlos said to them with a smirk on his face as his face twinkled at the very thought of it.

"What is it that you have to offer me?" He asked him. "Well, I have reason to believe you know the location of his daughter. I will bring her here." He said, and Roberto felt his body tense as he looked towards him with a look of shock on his face.

"You can't be serious. The girl is sixteen, and when you bring her here, what do you plan to do with her? ''. He said to him with a raised eyebrow. He watched as he raised a brow at him and turned to look at him with his good eye.

"I do not know yet, but whatever it is, it won't be half the amount of pain and suffering that they caused me. I will torture her, and I will make her pay and once I grow bored, I will send her back to him with just a body. I plan to keep the head as a souvenir." He said, and he watched as he and the others laughed.

He was silent for the rest of the meeting. His daughter, Rosa, was around the same age and he couldn't imagine that happening to her. He hadn't said it out loud yet, but ever since she was born, she had changed his perspective on everything, and he had him rethinking his position in the mafia. He was still powerful, but he didn't want to risk her safety.

He waited until the rest of the men had left the room before he approached the don. "You can't be serious about taking the girl. Can you? She is just a child." He said to him with angst.

He watched as he scoffed. "It seemed as though you had grown soft on me, Roberto. You have forgotten what the Italians did to me. He stole her from me, and then he got her killed. I have never loved after her, and he is the reason that I am now old and without a child." He hissed, and Roberto knew that wasn't true.

Maria had never loved him, but rather he had been obsessed with her and had tried to force her to marry him. She had seen the way he behaved, and she had decided to run. She fell in love with the Italian, and everything that happened after was Carlos' fault.

"But the girl is not to blame for this. We should

Think this over." He said to him, and he watched as he hummed. He watched as he pulled open one of his drawers and pulled out his gun. Before he could react he watched as he raised it into the air and fired it at his shoulder.

He stumbled backward as he clutched his injury and looked towards him with a pain-filled gaze. "I see that you are becoming soft. If you question me again, The next billet will not be going through your shoulder but through your head. Friend or not, there is a certain level of loyalty I expect. And you are just as disposable as the test."

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Roberto sat at the table as he held the drink in his hand nervously. Every few seconds he would turn, expecting to find Carlos' me coming after him.

To leave a bullet in his head. But he knew that it was only making him look more guilty.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. He looked like a man in a well-tailored suit with gelled-back hair as he looked towards him with a small smile on his face.

"I have heard that you have been looking for me." He said and he watched as two of his men seemed to appear from behind him. He knew better than to show his fear, but he couldn't help but admit to the fact that he was slightly intimidated by him.

"It isn't every day that the underdog of those Mexican mutts asks for me. I have to say that you have surprised me and that you have managed to get my attention." He said that, and he watched as he pulled out a cigar pack and offered one to him.

He declined easily. "You have to listen. Keep your daughter safe because he is coming to get her, and if you don't put a stop to him, he will take her away. Don't say that I didn't warn you." He said to him:

He watched as he stared at him with a raised eyebrow, taking in a long drag of his cigar before blowing it in his face. "And what makes you think I would believe a word that leaves your mouth?"

"He knows that you have kept her in New York, and he plans on attacking and capturing her by the end of the week." He said, and he watched with both shock and fear as he swiftly slammed his feet against the table.

He pulled out his gun and aimed it at his chest, and he winced when he squeezed it further. "Don't you dare say those words again, or I won't hesitate to finish the job." He hissed.

"If you do, you will soon see the consequences." He said to him, and he watched as he looked toward him with a raised brow and a look of challenge.

He watched as he slowly pulled away from him. "Now that you have my attention, make the most of it and tell me what it is that you want."

"I want your protection in exchange for my breaking Omerta." He said and his words echoed through the room. He offered him his hand, and he watched as he stared at it for a long moment, and he noticed something almost strange pass through his eyes. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that he would agree.

A father would do anything for his child. And with that, he grabbed his hand and gave it a firm squeeze.