A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

The limousine continued its journey through the city’s dimly lit streets, with Alejandro lost in thought and Alexandro occasionally glancing at his brother, bemused by the mysterious turn of events.

“Tell me dude, what the fuck is bothering you?” Alexandro asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.

“I can’t shake the feeling that I know her from somewhere,” Alejandro finally admitted to his brother.

Alexandro arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his brother’s confession. “Know her? Who? You mean that woman we just spared?”

Alejandro nodded slowly, his brow furrowed in contemplation. “Yes, that woman. it’s as if I’ve seen her before, but I can’t place where or when. It’s a strange feeling.”

Alexandro leaned back in his seat, puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette. “Well, we encounter all sorts of people in our line of work, but sparing someone isn’t exactly our style. Maybe it’s just a case of mistaken identity.”

Alejandro couldn’t dismiss the possibility, but something about Marisa’s face kept haunting him, tugging at his memory like an elusive thread. He remained deep in thought as the city’s lights flickered past the tinted windows of the limousine.

Minutes later, Alejandro’s brooding thoughts were interrupted by a message on his encrypted phone. He glanced at the screen and then turned to Alexandro with a grim expression.

“We have a situation,” Alejandro said tersely. “Stacey has just reported that that bastard Salvador has resurfaced in the city. It seems he’s making a move.”

Alexandro’s eyes narrowed with a sense of purpose. “Finally, we have a lead on that slippery bastard. Let’s make sure he doesn’t slip through our fingers this time.”

“Bruno, how much longer until we reach the empire?” Alejandro asked Bruno, who was driving.

“We’ve got fifteen more minutes, boss,” replied Bruno.

“Step on it, Bruno. I can’t wait to get home and have a good time,” said Alexandro, exhaling a plume of smoke.

Following Alejandro’s request, Bruno pushed the gas pedal harder to increase the car’s speed. As the limousine sped through the city, Alejandro and Alexandro began formulating a plan to track down Salvador Morello and dismantle his criminal empire piece by piece. The Gambino brothers were determined to exact their revenge, and nothing would stand in their way.

After a thirty-minute drive through the dimly lit city streets, Bruno expertly maneuvered the sleek black limousine to its destination – the heart of the Gambino brothers’ empire. The imposing structures came into view – it a fortress of power and elegance.

As Bruno parked the limousine under the car shed, the heavy wooden doors automatically closed behind them, guarding the prized vehicles that adorned the space. The rhythmic thud of the car doors signaled their arrival, and the air was pregnant with anticipation.

The moment the limousine came to a stop, the hefty men who had been trailing them rushed to open the doors for Alejandro and Alexandro. The men’s movements were synchronized and swift, which was a testament to their unwavering loyalty and discipline.

Alejandro and Alexandro emerged from the vehicle with an air of undeniable authority. They were giants among men, their presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. As they stepped out onto the marble floor of the car shed, the empire’s grandeur unfolded before them.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The Gambino brothers’ empire contained five impresive skyscrapers that dominated the skyline. Among them, the middle one stood out as the tallest and most stunning. It was reserved for the two mafia bosses, Alejandro and Alexandro, who ruled with an iron fist from within its walls.

The other four skyscrapers served as the nerve center of the Gambino crime family. Inside these towering buildings, members of the mafia went about their secretive business. These structures were more than just places to live and work; they were hubs of illegal activity.

One building housed a computer lab where cybercrimes were plotted, while another had a meeting hall where shady deals were struck in whispers. The third building had a training area where mobsters sharpened their skills for their criminal endeavors. The third building was also the warehouse for storing weapons and drugs. While the fourth building had the dining hall for the mafia members.

But there was more to these buildings than met the eye. They held hidden passages, secret rooms, and concealed spaces, all used for the secretive operations of the Gambino family. These structures were at the heart of organized crime, where various dangerous activities were carried out.

As Alejandro and Alexandro made their way toward the entrance of the building meant for them, they were greeted by the mobsters who patrolled the compound. These formidable figures, dressed in tailored suits and exuding an aura of danger, were the enforcers of the Gambino empire. They all had heavily loaded guns tucked beneath their black suits, both men and women.

With heads bowed in a sign of deference, the mobsters acknowledged their leaders. “Boss Alejandro, Boss Alexandro,” they murmured in unison, their voices low and respectful. The tension in the air was palpable, which was a reminder of the power and influence these brothers wielded in the criminal underworld.

The twin brothers nodded in acknowledgment as they walked past their loyal followers, their eyes scanning the surroundings. The interior of the empire was just as opulent as its exterior. Intricate chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting a warm, amber glow over the luxurious furnishings that adorned the grand hallways.

Bruno walked behind Alejandro and Alexandro as they proceeded further into their building. The mobsters who crossed their path lowered their heads, offering words of greeting and reverence. It was a world where loyalty was paramount, and the brothers’ authority was unquestioned.

“Go and call the top members for me,” Alejandro commanded one of the mobsters, who bowed obediently and immediately walked out.

As Alexandro settled onto a luxurious black couch, he couldn’t help but express his stress, “Damn! Today is the most stressful day of my entire life. I just can’t wait to screw some bitches tonight.” He groaned while a cigarette dangled from his pink lips, drawing each puff with an almost devilish delight as if it were the sweetest thing on Earth.

Alejandro, with an air of authority, removed his suit jacket, and a female mobster briskly approached to collect it from him. He then took a seat on the opulent couch, positioned opposite his brother.

With a sense of practiced elegance, Alejandro reached into his pocket, producing a golden box of cigarettes and a matching golden lighter. Selecting a stick from the box of cigarette, he ignited it with the ornate lighter and began to smoke, exuding an aura of both power and indulgence.

A few minutes later, the atmosphere shifted as five formidable figures entered the expansive living room. Their presence emanated an aura of lethality and danger. These individuals were no ordinary associates; they were the esteemed top members of the Gambino Mafia family, the superiors among the mobsters.

First was Blade, a 27-year-old beautiful but deadly woman, who had a close relationship with Alejandro and Alexandro since childhood. She was the most beautiful female in the family.

Next was Stacey, the gang’s computer whiz, always seen with her black laptop and a cute black bag strapped on her back. She may act childishly sometimes, but she was exceptionally smart and skillful.

The other three were triplets: Jason, Jace, and Jasmine. Jason and Jace were physically imposing, capable of taking down anyone with a single punch. In contrast, Jasmine, the only female among the triplets at the age of 28, emanated an air of arrogance and occasional bitchiness. Nevertheless, she was a skilled marksman and combatant.

The last top member was a lady named Dagger, who was equally as dangerous as her name and was also as bitchy as Jasmine.

The top members were more privileged than the rest of the members. They had the opportunity to interact freely but respectfully with the bosses, and they were entitled to more benefits. But they were also the ones who embarked on the most dangerous and deadly missions.

As the top members stood in front of Alejandro and Alexandro, they greeted them all at the same time and with great respect. They said, “Welcome, bosses,” together in a coordinated manner, showing their loyalty and recognizing the twins’ authority.

In response, Alejandro and Alexandro maintained a stoic silence, their cigarette smoke swirling around them like an ominous shroud. Alejandro, with a demeanor that matched his dark aura, took a deep, deliberate drag from his cigarette before addressing the matter at hand.

“Stacey, you mentioned having a lead on Salvador. Correct?” he inquired, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and authority.

Stacey, the technologically gifted member of the group, stood there with her trusty black laptop clutched firmly in her left hand. Her steely resolve was evident as she replied, “Yes, boss. One of our informants reported a sighting of Salvador Morello in Broadway this afternoon, but we can’t be certain if it’s him.” Pausing briefly, Stacey initiated her laptop, her fingers dancing across the keys. “I’ve infiltrated the city’s CCTV network, but there’s no trace of Salvador in Broadway today. His elusiveness is proving challenging, but I’ll persist in tracking his coordinates until we have a solid lead. And I also have the location of the organizations working under him, but the location of Salvador himself is still hidden.” Stacey concluded her report with an endearing smile that contrasted sharply with the gravity of their situation.

Alejandro, exhaling a plume of smoke through his nostrils, nodded in acknowledgment. “Very well, Stacey. Continue your pursuit, and keep us updated once you pinpoint his location.”

“Yes, boss,” Stacey replied with a subtle nod, her dedication unwavering.

With a chilling undertone in his voice, Alejandro shifted his attention to the remaining members of their group. “Tonight, a shipment of cocaine is scheduled to arrive at 10 PM. I want all of you, except Stacey, to ensure its safe delivery to this location.”

Alexandro interjected, emphasizing the magnitude of the situation, “That shipment is valued at a staggering hundred billion dollars, and I have no doubt that rival Mafia factions are aware of it. Failure is not an option. The consequences for any mishaps will be severe.”

In solemn unity, the top members of the organization bowed in acknowledgment before departing, fully aware of the high stakes and the unforgiving nature of their the Gambino brothers.

As the top members filed out of the room, the heavy silence settled like a shroud. Bruno, who had been concealed behind the couch upon which Alejandro was perched, seized the moment to address his enigmatic boss with a hint of anticipation.

“Boss,” Bruno began, his voice tinged with both curiosity and strategic thinking, “now that we have the locations of the organizations operating under Salvador, should we consider launching attacks against them? It might lure Salvador out of hiding.”

Alejandro, exhaling another cloud of smoke with an air of contemplation, met Bruno’s gaze before delivering his response, dripping with the weight of experience and caution.

“Bruno, the time for action will come, but not just yet,” Alejandro replied, his words laden with a sense of deliberate restraint.

Intrigued and persistent, Alexandro, Alejandro’s ever-inquisitive twin brother, couldn’t resist chiming in with an arched eyebrow and a probing question of his own.

“Why not?” Alexandro queried, his curiosity dancing in his eyes. “Why shouldn’t we strike at these organizations now? Salvador has eluded us for thirteen long years, and finally, we possess the key to draw him out. Destroying these organizations would leave him with no choice but to confront us. This is our chance, Alejandro, our opportunity to exact the revenge we’ve coveted for over a decade. Why hesitate?”

Alejandro, his gaze unwavering, regarded his brother with a mixture of solemnity and wisdom before delivering a wise response.

“Why?” Alejandro repeated, the gravity of his words underscoring the decision at hand. “Because, my brother, we must be patient. Salvador is a cunning adversary, and we can’t underestimate him. Rushing in now might expose our intentions prematurely. We’ll bide our time, gather more information, and strike when we are certain of victory. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and when the time comes, we’ll ensure it’s as cold as the darkest depths of our past. We’ll make that bastard pay for what he did to us when we were kids. He turned us into orphans, and we’ll ensure he suffers just as much as we did back then.”

With those words echoing in the room, Alejandro slowly pushed himself up from his seat, the glowing tip of his cigarette held delicately between two fingers. He strode with purpose toward the nearest window, each step resonating with the weight of their shared history.

As he reached the window, Alejandro’s piercing gaze fixated on the dark expanse of the night sky, which was a canvas adorned with countless stars and the full moon casting an ethereal glow.

He brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply, drawing strength from the tobacco-infused smoke. It was as if the night itself bore witness to his solemn vow. Alejandro’s voice, tinged with an underlying fury, broke the silence.

“My painful past will no longer chain me,” he whispered, his words carried away by the gentle breeze. “Salvador, I promise you, the day of reckoning is approaching. I will ensure you regret the moment you crossed our path. Revenge is an inescapable fate you will meet. I swear it, by all that is sacred. You’ll die byy hands.”

The dangerous resolve etched across his face made it clear that this was no idle promise. It was a vow, a resolute pledge he was determined to fulfill, even if it meant it would be the last thing he did.