The Shark Mafia Boss

Chapter 94 - Italy

Raphael POV

“Where is he?” - I ask while I punch the scumbag in the face

“I don’t know” - he cried

“I’m going to ask again, Where is he?” - I ask while I punch him in the nose breaking it.

“I don’t know” - he says crying holding his nose.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me” - I punch him again this time in the stomach making him bend over.

The idiot starts coughing blood and I am losing my patience.

“Where is your boss?” - I ask again now holding him by his hair so he looks up at me.

“I don’t know” - he cries.

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know” - he answers still crying on his knees.

“Tell me what I want to know”

The guy keeps crying and I am losing the shred of patience I have left.

“You fucking pussy” - I say grabbing my gun and putting a bullet in the middle of his eyes.

I turn my back to the man now dead in the middle of the floor of the hideout.

“Clean this up” - I say to my men that immediately start to take care of the dead body.

I walk to my office and I can feel Joseph following me.

“Was it really necessary to kill him?” - he asks and I turn around to face him.

Joseph stops walking and takes one step back when he looks into my eyes. I am about to spitfire.

There was an attack on my mother’s house about one week ago and we managed to get a hold of

some of the men responsible for it. I’ve been killing one a day in front of the other fucktards so they see

I am not playing around.

One of them is gonna have to cave. One of them knows something.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Raphael killing them won’t solve the problem” - Joseph says

“No it won’t, but will show them that I am serious and I am not afraid to put a bullet in their heads, now

stop fucking questioning me and do your job” - I say turning around and walking to my office.

Joseph walks in behind me and closes the door. He walks straight to the bar in the corner of the office

and pours me a glass of whiskey.

He hands me the glass and I drink it all straight away. I put the glass down on the table and I sit on my

chair with my elbows supported on the table and passing my hands through my hair that is getting

longer.

“I need to know who is doing this and where they are” - I say out loud

“I know boss” - Joseph says taking a seat in front of me. He crosses his arms in front is his chest and

takes a deep breath.

It’s been weeks since we have been getting the notes and attacks from the french and we still don’t

know where their hiding place is or who they are. Especially who the boss is.

My mother managed to get away without a scratch but they burned down my childhood house and I

can’t let that go.

I am always in constant fear that they will hurt Olivia again or that they will come for Mike.

“Okay, so what do we know exactly?” - I ask standing up and walking to the bar to grab some ice for my

hand.

“They are in New York, they are french and they know all of our hiding places and where all the people

important to you are”

“I know all of that”

“That’s all I know” - he says and I kick the chair making it fly across the room.

“Fuck” - I say passing my free hand through my hair.

“You need to rest” - Joseph says and I look at him

“How can I? They are surrounding me, they are going to drive me crazy, I don’t know what else to do”

“What if you left for Italy for a while?” - Joseph says

“I can’t do that”

“Why not? We can keep in touch all the time and Tim can handle the company and fuck, I can handle

things here while you try and figure things out with your cousin” - Joseph says

He is right. I need to leave New York and focus on finding out who is doing this.

“Fine, but I want them all interrogated before I leave on the weekend “

“Sure” - Joseph says standing up and grabbing his phone to start getting everything in motion.

“I don’t want anyone to know I left New York”

“Not a problem”

“No decision is to be made without me knowing” - I say while I walk out of my office to go home and

kiss my fiancé.

“I’ll handle it” - Joseph says walking the opposite direction from me.

The drive home was quiet and I kept thinking about how I was going to tell Olivia we were leaving for

Italy and we wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

Once I arrive and I walk home Olivia jumps at me. Her arms around my neck and her legs around my

waist.

My hand is hurting a little so I leave it hanging next to me while I hug her with my other arm.

“What happened?” - she asks

“I don’t know how to tell you this so I am just going to come out and say it” - I tell her and Olivia looks at Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

me with a blank face.

“Okay” - she says

“We have to go to Italy”

“Italy? Why?”

“Because of all the attacks, you will be safe there and I will be with you, Maria and Mike”

Olivia steps down from my hug and I look down at her. I can’t read her expression. So I start to worry.

“Babe?”

“What about our baby? Will be back before her due date?”

“No” - I tell her

“She will be born in a country I don’t speak the language, surrounded by people I don’t know and away

from my family?”

“Sorry love, it’s for your safety” - I tell her and Olivia turns her back at me and starts walking away from

me.

“Olivia doesn’t do that”

“What?” - she says turning to face me and now I can see the anger in her face.

“Don’t you walk away from me, I am doing this for you, for Mike”

“I know” - she says looking at the floor fiddling with her fingers

“I know it’s hard for you” - I tell her

“No you don’t, if you did you would had asked me to do this” - she says walking towards our bedroom.

“Fuck” - I let out while I sit on the sofa.

more tomorrow

stay safe

love

Peyton