Chapter 6
"Rico." He called out, his eyes still trained on the guests.
"Signore." (Sir.) Rico turned to answer his boss.
"Se avessi acceso un fuoco di sotto, pensi che sarebbero scappati tutti o sarebbero rimasti a ballare?" (If I were to start a fire downstairs, do you think they would all run or stay and dance?) He asked with a smirk on his face, his eyes having a glint of excitement.
"Questo manderebbe a monte il suo piano, signore.) (That would just scatter your plan, sir.) Rico said he was hoping to talk his senses into his boss.
Santino nodded before waving his hands in dismissal, his eyes now back to their bored ones.
"Fissa in incontro con loro." (Set up a meeting with them.) Santino said, pointing at a couple, before turning around to take his leave.
Rico stayed back for a while, looking down at the guest for a while, his gaze directed at a particular figure downstairs who looked back up at him, nodding.
The next morning...
Melissa walked out of the research factory she had sent her sample to with a smile on her face.
She turned around, looking back at the factory, before raising her middle finger at it.
"I hope you burn down to ashes with just your boss sitting inside." She yelled out.
" Hey! Is that a threat?"One of the guards yelled, running towards her.
Her eyes widen, and she turns around, running as fast as her legs can take her.
She was about to cross the road when she heard a loud car horn.
"Ahhh, what the fuck! Just horn once, man; it's enough to warn me.."She said she was placing her hands on her ear.
"What the fuck, young lady? Be careful next time." The driver inside the car yelled.
"Hey, you are the one who doesn't know how to drive; you could have at least blown your horn before taking a U turn." She said she was placing her hands on her hips.
Today wasn't a good day for her, really.
"Whatever, get out of the road." The driver said he was waving his hands in dismissal.
Melissa raised her eyebrows before walking towards the car, standing in front of it, and folding her hands across her chest.
"If I don't hit you." She said it with a glare.
Meanwhile, at the back of the Rover,
"What's the delay?" Santino questioned.
"Rico, slow the glass." He said it in an annoyed tone.
Rico pressed a button to put down the tinted glass that had been separating them from the driver.
"What's wrong?" Rico asked the driver.
"Sorry, sir, there is a mad girl standing in front of the car. Just give me a moment; I will take care of her.."The driver said, before trying to excuse himself, that Santino placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"This is America; you can't just talk to me anyhow you want." Melissa yelled again.
Santino closed his eyes before rubbing his temple slightly.
He took a deep breath before opening back his eyes, with a smirk on his lips, excitement now dancing around his eyeballs.
"This really is America," he said, laughing.
"Meno male che non ho un principio secondo cui non posso ferire le donne." (Good thing I don't have a principle that states that I can't hurt women.) He stated it with a devilish smirk, making Rico and the driver gulp.
"Schiacciala." (Crush her.) He said this, leaning back against his chair.
The driver looked at Rico through the rear mirror, hoping he had helped him out.
But Rico took a deep breath before nodding his head.
The man ignited the engine, pressing the horn to give out the last warning before driving forward.
Melissa's eyes went wide, and she immediately jumped out of the road before the vehicle hit her.
Santino chuckled slightly, shaking his head.
"Sto ancora per vedere una donna che può davvero mantenere la sua parola." (I am still about to see a woman who can actually stand by her words.) Santino said.
"Enzo," Santino called out.
"Signore." The driver answered.
"Vai da Matteo una volta tornati in Italia per un allenamento di cinque giorni." (Go to Matteo once we arrive in Italy for five days of training.) Santino said, closing his eyes.
"Signore!" Enzo exclaimed.
"La prossima volta non chiedere il permesso a qualcun altro quando a do un ordine." (Next time, don't seek permission from someone else when I give you an order.) Santino said it in a dark voice.
The car went quiet for the remainder of the ride.
.....
Melissa stood up to her feet, whining. She looks down at her ankle to see a scar there, with blood slowly forming around it.
She dusts herself before picking up her bag.
"Shit!" She cursed as she felt pain around her elbow. Tears slowly formed around her eyes as she saw another scrap there.
"Just what I needed." She cursed before taking out her phone to book a cab to the hospital.
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"It's really a pleasure to meet you, and I would love to do business with you, Mr. Amorino Vittorio's, but if we can't come to a better negotiation, I am afraid this won't happen." Mr. Duncan said he was getting up to his feet.
Santino stared at the cunning man in front of him with a blank expression.
"Very well then; see you some other time." Santino finally spoke.
He remained seated while Mr. Duncan got to his feet and left.
"Devrei gestirlo?" (Should I handle him?) Rico asked.
Santino crossed his legs before taking the glass of wine off the table and walking towards the glass walk inside the private room they had booked for the meeting.
" No. Qualcosa non va. " (No. Something is wrong.) Santino turned to look at Rico.
"È quasi come se non fosse venuto qui per negoziare." (It's almost as if he did not come here to really negotiate.) Santino said.
Immediately after he finished speaking, a loud, explosive sound was heard outside, accompanied by a siren sound inside the private suite they were in.
" Merda! Penso che siamo stati sistemati. " ( Shit! (I think we have been set up.) Santino said, looking at Rico.