TAKAHASHI
"Sa, subete no junbi ga debite imasu." I smiled, listening to the faint orchestra music playing inside the limousine, swirling the red wine inside the wine glass I was holding.
"Good, make sure that everything goes according to plan." I responded to Myojo, my first Capo.
His voice cackled over the ear-piece that I was wearing which was directly connected to the phone safely hidden in the pocket of the sleek black slacks that I had on for the special occasion tonight.
"Hai." Myojo said, ending the call right after.
My head perked up upon seeing the landmark for Corinthian Gardens, one of the most expensive subdivisions here in Manila, Philippines.
Magnificent houses came into my line of vision.
I could actually pinpoint who owns each of the houses in this beautiful landscape. One-eight of the population in this subdivision are members of the Mafia.
The current head of the leading Mafia group in here, Golden Island, was Allan Cortez.
I honestly like the man.
