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Mr. Regnante

Chapter 3Ā Mafia Errands

Word Count: 2160 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 21/09/2018

a drag form his cigarette. "I was told I could count on your timely d

t the supplier making an excuse and asking f

have it or not, my men will be there. If the shipment is there, all well and go

he Bluetooth device off his ear before

ening them." A voice spoke from

ith me, Vincent. You kno

tion as he gripped his dirty blonde

own behind his desk as the other stalked forward. "Are you still mad about me c

cond in command was greeted by

s he grabbed him by the front of his shirt, wanting to shake him, but instead he

my second-in-command." He stated calmly as he clicked off

way and standing to attention. With his back straight and shoulders squared,

oss?" He asked monotonously as Arcang

ed in eerie calmness. "W

pun on his heels and stalked out of the off

led his fingers as he tried to reign in his temper. He need

ng it in place. Stuffing the gun into his holster, he stood from his seat and grabbe

as his office doors were swung open

ve narrowed the area to a 10-mile radius, no

g will i

rs? Mayb

n three months and I'v

, bo

black aviators, he settled into his Porsche before driving off with two Range Rovers following behind him

igarette and lit it before blowi

hem standing three steps behind him and

to be seen or recognized, he was only a rumor. But when mishaps happ

d act like he had sent himself. No one was going to

atrolling the grounds with shotguns. Arcangelo had to h

ns, re

d within a few seconds, a man in ripped denim jeans and a black t-shirt under a leather jacket hurried towards him. His brown e

o stared down at him from behind his opaque gla

nally, blowing out a puff of smoke. "All that matter

Cannabis

ok another drag from the cigarette, seeing

heroin an

many shipments passing through here that I get the contents mixed up ev

hut

cour

shipm

rehouse, nervously glancing at the four men walking

r men ne

...so

se are. En

owed thickly as he led

oden crates standing in the doorway. Two of them had the name 'Peru' pr

ngelo instructed a

ha

d open

but

en need

wed thickly. "Bring the crowbar." He s

id they stepped back and gestured to the boxes as Arcangelo stepped forward, looking down at the contents

e crates into the car when he noticed something odd about them. Leaning back, he looked down

for a crate

y actually came from. The heroin--which was meant to be delivered from Afghanistan--came from Burma, and the cocaine, that w

uros per gram, and that's because his drugs a

rugs, and money. All of the superior

gelo as he stood up with the

angelo cackled at the man. "Did you really think you

e, his sentries standing with their guns aimed at Arcangelo's men wh

d his sunglasses, reaching into his jacket's pocket as

d down and they can wa

ace. "How are you going to walk out of here alive?

pierced his skull, the sound reverberating through the warehouse as

st the men of the corpse. He shot whenever he had a clear aim and within minutes, all the noise quiet

g the floor, the stench of blood everywhere as his men st

spoke through a pained grunt as he

g his gun back into his holster as he saw that everyone was mostly unharm

p everything and taken away." He i

car, his two guards following behind him as one of them s

device and an address was

lips as he settled into his car, drivi

*

he door. "One...two...three." And with that he shot the handle as another one kicked

ter another, discovering

ooked around at the various pages pasted onto the wall with numerou

red as they both peered at t

lled it closer to him. "It's...the

ment comp

d quietly as he looked around, looki

s names and a multitude of pictures of different people unknown to the Mafia Boss. They all

d out from a room. "You m

seeing Major standing in the center, his gu

room to be like the rest of the apartme

saw the pictures. Taking a look at all around him, he was greeted by the same face everywhere. The same name r

ed through grit

e desk where the blueprint lay as he looked at it from

e desk. Glaring at all the material on the walls, his head

He gasped under his breath,

s car as the men called after him, telling him not to go alone. But he didn

ag

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