The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 25

Alessio

"Alessio!" One of our buyers, Mikael, stepped out of his mansion, greeting me with open arms.

He was one of our biggest weapon buyers in the East, and a key player responsible for a huge chunk of our profits. We had the best weapons, and he had the best money, almost greater than the Fanuccis thEmilyselves.

"Mike!" I was forced to accept his welcoming hug. He patted my shoulder a few times, then he moved to my brothers.

It was the final drop of the week, and we had arrived at the mansion with his usual order of a truck full of product, and about ten of our men.

"Look at you, becoming more buff. You might surpass your brother!" The man teased Dante, repeatedly punching his stomach. I chuckled, looking at my brother's proud face. Dante, who was the youngest and arguably the weakest, had been going to the gym nonstop—trying to prove something. It was cute.

"Start unloading the truck," I told the men, but Mikael raised his hand, signaling thEmily to stop. "No need for that. We'll get to that later."

Blinking my eyes, I looked back and forth between the truck and the man having the nerve to overthrow my authority. "Is there an issue?" I asked, "Because if there is, we might as well take care of it right now."

Mikael stuck out his tongue, shaking his head. "Alessio Fanucci, always standing on business," he grasped my shoulder, leading us inside. "Let's catch up first. Then we'll get to the unloading part later."

When he had said later, I hadn't expected him to invite him to his backyard to sit at the table with food and drinks. We were supposed to give him his products, and fly back home. None of us had time for his crap.

I shared a look with my brothers who were just as cautious as I was. Dante took a bite from his food and a sip from his drink, most likely not to offend Mikael.

"I'd love to just drop this order and go, Mikael. It's been a long day," my impatience grew. The day was long enough already, and sitting around for chitchat wasn't high on my list. Not when Emily and that little creature of hers were roaming the Fanucci mansion.

"We will get to that, but not so fast—Alessio," Mikael responded, gritting his teeth. As he led out a quick whistle and a snap of his fingers, my brothers and I made eye contact, warning each other to be prepared for any possible outcome. Something wasn't right.

A group of women in bikinis appeared, each one looking like they had just stepped out of a magazine. I had expected nothing less of Mikael, but for him to want to share his girls, must've meant hell was about to break loose.

"Ales is in a serious relationship," Dante tapped his fork. He spoke for me just as he did on the plane, but this time I could appreciate it, despite hearing a hint of annoyance.

"Hmm," Mikael hummed, snapping his fingers, and just like that, the women turned and left the backyard. Mikael laughed, throwing back his head. "Right, right, you caused quite the scene at that party of yours, didn't you?"

"So I've heard."

Mikael cackled. "You're with the maid now. Emily right?"

I pressed my lips together. "Nice of you to rEmilyEmilyber her name."

That was exactly what I did not want to happen.

Mikael's laughter kept growing louder by the second, but I wasn't in the mood for his jokes. He was getting on my nerves.

Mikael leaned back in his chair, eyeing us with a smirk. "So, how's business going?" he asked, swirling his drink.

"Stable as always," I responded, unsure whether he was speaking about our legal brand, or our illegal activities.

"Yes, very stable. I actually bought a few bottles back in Brazil," Mikael mentioned. He made a rainbow with his hands, "The Fanuccis are going worldwide—"