Diego’s POV
“I would wring her neck if she wasn’t carrying my child,” I growled, lighting the cigarette in my hand not minding that I was in the car.
Fernando looked up from the file he was reading through in the passenger’s seat. I had requested to drive myself to the office and he didn’t protest, seeing it as a way to get things done. “Seems like a bad morning?”
“Of course.” I hissed at the pain that ran through my wounded arm.
“You do know you could actually be jailed if you lay a finger on her. Your mafia roots won’t save you this time.”
“All I have to do is make sure I am not caught.” I seethed. “You need to have seen the fearless look in her eyes when she talked back to me.”
He hummed absentmindedly. “How is your wound?”
“Aches crazily,” I admitted kissing my teeth in anger at the thought of the pain I had to go through with just a damn shot. To top it all, I had to deal with her.
“That aside, we have a bit of a problem,” Fernando said, waving a few papers like I could read them from the wheels. “Some of the men got into a brawl involving the cops at one of the clubs. It’s probably one of the lesser gangs out there trying to disturb our peace.”
I didn’t say a word to his report. It wasn’t like I couldn’t do anything to it but I was much more concerned about something else.
“The Mancini brothers will be getting their goods tonight. And of everything you’re going to do, don’t forget what we spoke about. I’ll be the one cleaning up your mess. If you do.” He said as the car came to a halt in front of my hotel headquarters in the city. He didn’t wait for me to complete my sentence before stepping out of the car, the guards pulling open my door.
I wasn’t going to do anything about it in the first place. There are times this guy forgets who I am when he speaks to me but it wouldn’t look good for me to beat him up till he was unrecognizable. That’ll give him a bad reputation and in turn, give me a bad reputation.
I kissed my teeth angrily as I stepped out of the car, tossing the keys to the valet as I headed up to my office to go through everything that had been reported. It was a boring task and I needed something to take my mind off the anger surging through my veins but I finished up everything I was to do in a heartbeat, leaving me with nothing but boredom.
Turning to look out at the setting sun through the glass wall behind me, Fernando’s words flowed back to me on how I shouldn’t mess up the plans. The Mancini would definitely find a way to dig up trouble if I came face to face with them but why do I have to give a damn about anybody at this point?
Pulling open the drawer next to me, I loaded my gun, tucking it in my shoulder holster before stepping out of the office, heading out straight from the main door like I wasn’t trying to conceal my destination. I owned the place and I could do whatever I wanted.
Getting on my bike, I drove straight towards the port where the Mancini brothers would be meeting to pick up the goods. We had agreed that no one would come from the high ranks to avoid brawls but I didn’t trust them one bit not to have some hidden agenda.
I soon arrived at the port, staying out of sight as I stood on one of the highest cargo containers, having a seat there to have a great view of what was about to unfold and about an hour later, I could see the set of cars driving in with some of the Mancini men.
A frown settled on my lips when I sighted the blonde-haired demon who just stepped out of the car. It was one of Mancini’s two brothers. He headed towards one of the cargo, tossing one of my men aside as he stepped in to get a good view of what was inside.
As he stepped back out, his gaze shifted towards my direction as if he knew I was there but I knew there was no way he could see me as I changed positions since he stepped into the container. He seemed to be giving orders to his men who scattered around before some of the others started to load the cargo container. While he nonchalantly leaned against his car, ticking me off to the core. They weren’t friends and the truce wasn’t up to my standards at all.
Heading towards my bike, without a care in the world if they heard it or not, I headed out of the port and just behind me, I heard a huge explosion. I was about to halt but at that moment my phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out to check who it was, it was Fernando with a request from Nana to head home immediately for an emergency.
“An emergency? What could be an emergency?” I thought, ignoring what just happened behind me. There was nothing of value there anyway than the empty cargos and Fernando would look into it.
Heading towards the mansion at full speed, I soon got to the mansion and I walked in to meet Nana relaxing in the living room while chatting with someone who was standing behind her, Kamara. “What is it?” I asked Nana, standing there quite ticked off. “I told you never to call me home claiming it’s an emergency.”
“What is it? Kamara made us dinner tonight and shouldn’t you have a taste of it also? And I have some things to discuss with you about.” Nana said, rising from her seat before heading towards me to pat my back and head to the kitchen. I glared at Kamara but she returned it.
“Why are the cooks there? Aren’t they meant to make something better? And you have to watch your diet”
“Oh fuck, will you just give me space? I’m growing a baby in me, not some disease to watch my diet.” She hissed angrily but I knew if I started arguing with her here, Nana would take her side anyway.
Heading straight to her, I leaned over her shoulders to whisper into her ear. “If anything goes wrong with my child, consider yourself unlucky, woman.”
She flared her nose, breathing heavily. As her eyes burned into the side of my head, I knew she wanted to snap back at me, but she couldn’t as Nana walked back in. I straightened myself.
Nana chuckled, returning to her seat, “what are you two love birds whispering about?”
“I will skip dinner.” I mouthed, heading towards the stairs.
“Diego!” My nana called out in a stern tone. I didn’t need to be told what that meant.
God, I had too much of a long day to be subjected to this nonsense. But I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to. “I will be down in a few minutes,” I mumbled, throwing a side glare at Kamara.
“Alright, baby. We will be waiting.” Nana replied, blowing me a kiss.
I cringed, mumbling incoherent words under my breath as I stomped off.