Forty-Nine

Luciano

This meeting was going to take a while, I thought as I slipped out of the car, staring up at the hotel we were to use. It was one of the many hotels under the Moretti industries but of course, no one knew that.

I had built the hotel under another company's name to avoid giving the police exactly what they wanted. Something to throw me in their filthy prisons for. I wasn't going to deal with any of that shit. Not for now anyways.

I was walking down the patio, climbing the stairs when the sky rumbled above me. It looked like it would rain. Fucking lovely. As long as it would stop when we were done with the meeting, I was good.

"Boss!" Emilio yelled when I stepped into the reception. He was there with two more men all dressed in suits. I tipped my head in a nod, satisfied.

I didn't believe it. Yes, it did get the job done and was needed sometimes but it certainly wasn't the best skill to rely on for a successful organization. When I took over the mafia, everyone was shock