“Currently, the underboss of Sicilian came out to meet their right hand, our informant said the underboss of Sicilian went to Costa Familia to conduct an expedition outside. The Sicilian Familia is planning to expand their operations outside Rome, I think they will dispatch Abate and Gallo,” explained Lorenzo.
Lucas was not surprised as he expected this. With the shameless behavior and greed of their Don, he would not be satisfied with the power he holds. However, Lucas didn’t care. “Just watch their moves, let them do whatever they want because it won’t be long. My plans are all set, and their downfall is marked. For now, focus on Mercado’s movements. Sooner or later, blood will spill. I believe it won’t take a week before chaos ensues,” Lucas said with a smile, as if he was in control of everything.
“Sir!” Lorenzo replied, knowing that if Vladimir’s words were not just hot air, trouble would ignite soon.
“Ensure Vlad’s safety, he will be our pawn in the future,” said Lucas.
“Yes sir!” Before ending the call, Lorenzo contacted some of their men.
….
On the other side near the Mercado villa, a bustling and lively scene reminiscent of a market can be seen, with people passing by and stopping to buy goods. Who would have thought that all of this is just a setup organized by Lorenzo and his associates?
The phone of a man who led the group rang, and he answered the call before speaking respectfully, “Boss, are we sure we can trust Vlad? We’ve been here for days now, yet there’s been no movement except for the training that the Mercado group is conducting. Could Vlad have betrayed us, and are the Mercados preparing to strike back at the big boss?” asked the group leader.
“Just wait a few more days, the boss’ words will surely come true. Remember to watch over Vlad in case things get chaotic. You don’t need to join, just ensure his escape and keep him away as much as possible. He will tell you about the next plan,” Lorenzo reminded them.
“Yes, boss,” the leader said respectfully before waiting for Lorenzo to end the call.
After hanging up, he saw more than a dozen vans stopping in front of the Mercado villa, and countless people with metal bats in hand disembarked and rushed inside the villa. The leader grinned before signaling to his associates, “Let’s go, the scene we’ve been awaiting is here.”
As soon as he said that, the market-like scene was immediately cleared, and the seemingly ordinary vendors turned into intimidating figures. “Let’s move to the back of the villa and wait,” the leader ordered before leading his group to the back of the Mercado villa.
….
In the vacant lot at the villa, the Mercado’s underboss was training their men when they heard commotion outside. Everything came to a halt as they heard the gate of the villa crash, indicating that someone had breached the area. “Quick, everyone to the front,” the underboss said before heading to the front of the villa.
As Aljun, and his men arrived at the front of their villa, they were greeted by an intimidating sight. Countless armed men wielding metal bats stood guard, and at the forefront was a large, imposing man with a cigar in his mouth and an air of arrogance. This was Anton, the underboss of the Abate Familia.
Anton spotted Aljun and sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. “Well, well, if it isn’t Aljun, the lapdog of the Marcado family. What brings you here, little pup?”
Aljun’s eyes narrowed, his irritation with Anton evident. He had never liked the man, and the feeling was mutual. “Cut the crap, Anton. What do you want?”
Anton took a long drag from his cigar, exhaling the smoke slowly. “I’m here to see Timon. Where is he?”
Aljun crossed his arms, his stance defiant. “And why would you need to see Don Timon? What business do you have with him?”
Anton chuckled, a low, menacing sound. “You know, Aljun, it’s funny how you always play the loyal dog. But let’s be real here. Timon always wants to steal the credits. That’s why the Sicilian Mafia doesn’t pay any attention to you guys.”
Aljun’s face hardened, his jaw clenching. “That’s a load of bull, Anton. Everyone knows it’s the Abate Family that’s been stealing credits to get the Sicilian Mafia’s attention. You’re just trying to shift the blame.”
Anton took another drag from his cigar, his eyes narrowing as he exhaled the smoke. “Believe what you want, Aljun. But the truth is, Timon is desperate for recognition. And he’ll do anything to get it.”
Aljun stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can just waltz in here and throw accusations around? You’re not welcome here, Anton. So unless you have a real reason to see Don Timon, I suggest you leave.”
Anton smirked, flicking the ash from his cigar onto the ground. “Oh, I have my reasons, Aljun. And trust me, they’re more real than you can imagine.”
Aljun’s fists clenched at his sides. “That’s a lie, Anton. Don Timon would never do such a thing. You’re just trying to stir up trouble.”
Anton shrugged, a smug smile on his face. “Believe what you want, Aljun. But the evidence is there. And if you don’t hand over Timon, things are going to get very messy.”
Aljun took a step forward, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can just waltz in here and make demands? You’re in our territory now, Anton. And we don’t take kindly to threats.”
Anton raised an eyebrow, his expression challenging. “Is that so? Well, maybe it’s time we settle this once and for all.”
The tension between the two men was palpable, and it didn’t take long for the situation to escalate. With a signal from Anton, his men advanced, and Aljun’s men quickly moved to defend their underboss. The air was filled with the sound of metal bats clashing and shouts of anger as the two groups clashed in a violent brawl.
Amidst the chaos, Aljun and Anton faced off, their eyes locked in a fierce glare. “This isn’t over, Anton,” Aljun growled. “We’ll see who comes out on top.”
Anton smirked, his cigar still clenched between his teeth. “Oh, I look forward to it, Aljun. I really do.”
The fight raged on, the villa grounds becoming a battlefield as the two mafia families clashed, their trust shattered and their rivalry ignited.
…
Don Timon’s eyebrows furrowed, “What’s happening outside?” he asked, his forehead creased as he sat on his throne upon hearing the commotion outside and the sudden entrance of one of his subordinates.
“Don, the Abate Family is here and causing trouble,” whispered a man secretly sent by Aljun to report to the Don.
Timon banged on the armrest of his chair before standing up angrily, “I never expected these people to have the audacity to cause trouble in my territory!” he said in anger, feeling like he was not being respected by this family. “All our men are in there?”
“Yes, Don, but most of us are tired as we were in training when these people attacked,” the man replied.
“Come outside! Get my gun and we’ll shoot down some wild birds!” Don Timon ordered.
“Yes, Don!” the man said before taking the golden shotgun and respectfully handing it to Timon.
Timon took the gun before walking out of the villa. Vladimir, hiding on the side, grinned as he saw their Don step out. “Don Timon, forgive me, for today is the day of your burial,” he said coldly before heading to the back of the villa.