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Story: Ruling the Mob (Mob Lust 2)
Salesi finally pulled the trigger. After all of those years prancing around in Armani and HUGO BOSS letting his peons do the hard work for him, he steps up and fucking plugs the head of the Cappodamo crime family in cold blood.
I should have felt something.
But I didn’t.
It wasn’t a loss as far as I was concerned.
Salesi, the one who crushed my MMA career into fucking sand, the one who started my downward spiral into the core of the fucking Earth, the one who yanked away my livelihood because I had something he could never get…
Ironic how things come full circle.
No, I don’t give a flying fuck about him killing my dad. I don’t feel anything for that sack of shit. I hope he’s rotting in that fucking crypt.
But I give a fuck that he came after me and tore me down.
My father would call me weak, a disappointment, a pathetic excuse for a man.
That’s why I’m here. I don’t give a shit about the family. I don’t care about anything except for what I’ve lost.
What I will never get back.
I want revenge, plain and simple. Nico knows it, too. And he’s scared. That’s why he hasn’t made his move. He doesn’t know which one to make. He knows I’m out for his blood, and I’ll get to him in my own time. I’ve already proven it twice, with his security guy and his father.
And now I’ve shown him I can grab his businesses by the balls too.
He’s fucking shitting bricks right now.
Good.
He has no idea what’s coming next. I pick up my iPhone and scroll through some screens.
Dad would be proud.
Rest in hell, motherfucker.
I should have felt something.
But I didn’t.
It wasn’t a loss as far as I was concerned.
Salesi, the one who crushed my MMA career into fucking sand, the one who started my downward spiral into the core of the fucking Earth, the one who yanked away my livelihood because I had something he could never get…
Ironic how things come full circle.
No, I don’t give a flying fuck about him killing my dad. I don’t feel anything for that sack of shit. I hope he’s rotting in that fucking crypt.
But I give a fuck that he came after me and tore me down.
My father would call me weak, a disappointment, a pathetic excuse for a man.
That’s why I’m here. I don’t give a shit about the family. I don’t care about anything except for what I’ve lost.
What I will never get back.
I want revenge, plain and simple. Nico knows it, too. And he’s scared. That’s why he hasn’t made his move. He doesn’t know which one to make. He knows I’m out for his blood, and I’ll get to him in my own time. I’ve already proven it twice, with his security guy and his father.
And now I’ve shown him I can grab his businesses by the balls too.
He’s fucking shitting bricks right now.
Good.
He has no idea what’s coming next. I pick up my iPhone and scroll through some screens.
Dad would be proud.
Rest in hell, motherfucker.
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