Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45
"Goodbye, kitten." I said as I dropped her off at Dalia's house.

"Bye, I'll see you at 6 p.m." She replied with a small kiss on the lips.

I smiled as I watched her walk through the garden and into the house. I pressed the gas pedal and accelerated to the primary base. I walked into the base after parking in the dirt lot. As I passed by my people, they looked at me with a newfound fear, knowing that I had murdered one of their own. I scoffed that they should be afraid of me because that is the only way to gain their respect.

I walk down into the underground gym, knowing that my second in command, Alex, will be there.

"Alex," I said as I stood there watching him punch the fuck out of the punching bag.

"Yes, boss?" he says as he looks up at me and stops punching.

"I need you to find someone for me as well." I said, approaching him.

As I approach him, he straightens up. "Who?" He inquired.

"Sylvester Katz," I said.

Alex nodded, and I turned around to return to my office.

Before I can even get to my office, I can smell her burnt hair and cheap perfume as I walk up the stairs. When I turned the corner, I saw Ashley leaning against the wall, wearing a poor excuse for a shirt and shorts so short that there was nothing left to the imagination. As I walked into my office, I nearly gagged at the sight but rolled my eyes and continued to ignore her.

"Andreweee." She said in her ear bleeding voice. I turn around and glare at her, "S-sorry, Don." She trembled as she corrected herself.

I stepped away from her and over to my desk. She came in with me and began stroking my arm in a pathetic attempt to seduce me. I stood up and moved my hand away from her touch. "Don't fucking touch me," I said as I pulled out my gun and rested it on her brow.

"But why?" Is it not because of her? You said she was a pointless person, but you wanted me." She raised her voice slightly.

"I only used you, don't fucking touch me and learn your place or I'll shoot you." I grumbled.

"All right, Boss." She tripped. I lowered the gun and rolled my eyes. "Now, get out of my way." I snarled. I scoffed as she nodded and practically ran out of my office. I sat down in my chair and began scanning the "goods" that had arrived.

Drugs were sold.

Weapons were sold.

When someone knocked on my door, I came to a halt.

"Please come in." I said without looking up from the reports.

"Boss." As he walked into my office and up to my desk, I overheard Alex say. "What did you find?" I asked as I set the reports down and motioned for him to sit down.

"Sylvester Katz owns a club down in Los Angeles," he began, and I rolled my eyes because I already knew he owned a club because I had been to it. "He is 38 years old, six feet tall, and his bank statements state that he used to have quite a lot of money but that in the past few years he has begun to go into debt." He went on. I raised an eyebrow in his direction. Is this all Alex discovered on him?

"What about buying girls, trafficking them, or having a criminal record?" I inquired.

"He has no criminal record, but he has some shady business dealings... but nothing about buying or trafficking girls." Alex responded.

"All right, good job. You're going to LA now to bring Sylvester here to me. Unharmed." I ordered.

Alex nodded and exited my office after I dismissed him.

I kept reading the reports and called a couple of other allies to discuss future meetings about territory and such. I decided to go to the gym after I finished because I had about 2 hours before going to pick up Ava.

I wandered down to the gym and was relieved to find it empty. I took off my shirt and stood in front of the punching bag, letting everything out on it.

"Sylvester will pay for his actions."

"My Uncle has already paid for his actions, but I hope he is tortured in hell."

"I had to be away from my peace, light, and reason to breathe for two weeks due to a family member."

"Until the day I die, I will protect her."

"I lo-"

I came to a halt and shook the thought out of my head. I can't love anyone the way I can with her, no matter how much I need her in my life. That kind of love is a sign of weakness, and I couldn't do that to her. I hated myself for needing her presence but failing to provide her with what she required. I couldn't love her because I was the leader of one of the world's most ruthless and powerful mafias. I'd have to let her go and let her move on eventually.