A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

Alexandro’s patience had worn thin. In a sudden fit of rage, he violently kicked the door open, sending it crashing against the wall with a deafening thud. Without hesitation, the brothers and their entourage marched into the manager’s office.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

As Alejandro, Alexandro, and their menacing guards stormed into the manager’s office, Delo Sanchez’s initial reaction was one of stark terror. His body jerked in his chair, causing him to flinch involuntarily. His eyes, wide with shock, met the chilling gazes of the twin brothers.

With trembling limbs, he hastily rose from his seat, his normally confident demeanor shattered by an overwhelming sense of dread. His voice quivered as he tried to form words, but fear had clamped down on his vocal cords, rendering him nearly speechless.

Sanchez’s terror was so palpable it seemed to seep from his very pores. His skin turned an ashen hue, and his hands shook uncontrollably, as if caught in a never-ending tremor. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, gleaming with the intensity of his anxiety. It was unmistakable that he grasped the direness of the situation, and the menacing aura emanating from Alejandro and Alexandro only served to magnify his fear.

As he stood there, the room appeared to constrict around him, a claustrophobic grip tightening with every passing moment, leaving him paralyzed by dread. His mind raced, weighed down by the impending consequences he might face in the presence of these ruthless Mafiosi.

“Well, well,” Alexandro taunted as he advanced toward Sanchez, whose shivers were now reminiscent of someone struck suddenly by a fever. “If it isn’t Sanchez, the motherfucker!”

Alejandro, meanwhile, approached a chair and settled into it with an air of ownership over the office.

“G-Good… good morning, bosses…” Sanchez stuttered in fear, his voice quivering, while Alexandro continued his predatory approach.

Sanchez was on the verge of speaking when a deafening gunshot rang out, causing the room to reverberate with its menacing echo.

“Arghhh!!” In agonizing response, Sanchez let out a piercing scream as his arm was hit by Alexandro’s bullet, causing him to clutch his already bleeding limb, his face twisted in anguish.

“That’s for making us wait as if we were mere casual customers,” Alexandro sneered, a devilish grin on his face, as he lowered his firearm.

“Let’s forfeit with formalities, Sanchez,” Alejandro declared, his voice dripping with impatience as he spoke from his position. “You’re well aware of the purpose of our visit. Simply surrender the package, and we can conclude this affair.”

“I… I don’t possess any package,” Sanchez stammered, his heart racing.

“Enough with the nonsense, you scoundrel!” Alexandro bellowed, delivering a brutal blow that shattered Sanchez’s tooth. “We don’t have a moment to spare in this cursed office. Fork over that package you received from Bernie Russo last night!”

“I swear, I’m completely empty-handed. There was no package from Bernie Russo last night, I swear,” Sanchez pleaded, his words laced with anguish. He continued to endure excruciating pain, with his arm still oozing blood and now his mouth tainted with crimson.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Alejandro, seething with rage, coldly fired a bullet into Sanchez’s leg.

“Aaargh!!!” Sanchez’s anguished scream pierced the air as he collapsed onto the floor, his trembling hands instinctively clutching his wounded, blood-soaked leg.

“This is your final opportunity to surrender the package, or you’ll find yourself in the realm of the deceased in no time,” Alejandro declared with chilling finality. He rose to his feet and strode purposefully toward Sanchez. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Alexandro, they both aimed their gun at Sanchez, who was sitting on the floor, holding his leg in pain.

Even with guns aimed at him, Sanchez refused to utter a single word. His unwavering silence made it clear that whatever was in the package held great importance.

“I’m gonna count from one to five, and if you don’t produce the package, you’ll be in for a world of pain,” Alexandro threatened with a menacing tone. Sanchez trembled on the floor, overwhelmed by fear.

“One,” Alexandro began the countdown, “Two… three… Four…”

“I’ll tell you where the package is!” Sanchez blurted out in a panic, interrupting Alexandro’s count.

“Good,” Alejandro smirked. “Now, where’s the package?”

“It’s… it’s inside the safe hidden in that wall,” Sanchez stammered, pointing nervously to the wall behind Alejandro and Alexandro.

“On that wall, there’s a red button. Just press it, and the wall will open,” Sanchez added, trembling with dread.

“Bruno, retrieve the package,” Alejandro ordered, and Bruno swiftly approached the wall. He located a small red button and pressed it, causing the wall to slide open like a door, revealing a black suitcase.

Bruno picked up the suitcase and returned to Alejandro and Alexandro.

“Open the suitcase and confirm if the package is genuine,” Alexandro instructed, and Bruno placed the suitcase on Sanchez’s desk before unlocking it.

A wide grin spread across the faces of both Alejandro and Alexandro as they gazed upon the contents. The suitcase was brimming with stacks of pure gold, worth billions of dollars.

“Bene (Good),” Alexandro whispered in Italian as he admired the golden treasure.

“Close the suitcase; let’s make our exit,” Alejandro directed Bruno. Then, he turned to face Sanchez, who was still on the floor, nursing a bleeding leg and groaning in pain.

“If Bernie Russo learns that you’ve taken the package from me, you won’t live to regret it,” Sanchez warned, but Alexandro scoffed and retorted,

“I can’t fathom why the leader of the Russo family entrusted this package to a fool like you. Perhaps he’s a fool himself for choosing such an inept guardian.”

“But… how did you discover the package’s existence? How did you even know I received it from Bernie Russo last night?” Sanchez asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Are you seriously asking us such a foolish question?” Alexandro retorted with a sardonic grin. “We the Gambino’s are everywhere, and we have eyes all over the world. Don’t ever underestimate the power of the Gambino family, or you’ll find yourself in a world of regret.”

“We’ve wasted far too much time here,” Alejandro declared, a glance at his wristwatch emphasizing the urgency. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

With that, Alejandro aimed his gun at Sanchez, whose terror was palpable as he stared down the barrel.

“Are… are you going to… to end me?” Sanchez stammered in fear.

“Yeah. Is there any reason I shouldn’t?” Alejandro replied, a malicious smirk dancing on his lips.

“I provided you with the package you requested,” Sanchez pleaded.

“And you squandered our precious time, sealing your fate,” Alejandro retorted coldly. Before Sanchez could utter another word, Alejandro squeezed the trigger twice, sending two deafening gunshots echoing through the room.

Two bullets found their mark in Sanchez’s forehead, instantly silencing him.

“May your soul find no peace,” Alexandro murmured with a sinister grin, as they concealed their firearms beneath their suits and departed the room.

Alejandro, Alexandro, and their men briskly exited the office, leaving behind the lifeless Sanchez. The atmosphere was tense, charged with the echoes of the gunshots that had shattered the silence. As they moved through the office, the dimly lit corridor seemed to grow darker, the shadows concealing their grim departure.

They entered the restaurant’s lobby, which had been bustling with patrons moments ago. But the sound of gunfire had sent shockwaves through the room, and now it lay deserted. Tables and chairs were toppled in haste as customers had fled, leaving behind half-eaten meals and abandoned drinks.

Outside, they were met with a surprising sight. A fleet of police cars had converged upon the scene, their sirens blaring in the noon. Uniformed officers had their weapons drawn, ready for action. However, their expressions shifted from aggression to reverence as they recognized Alejandro, Alexandro, and their men.

The head of the police force, a distinguished officer with years of experience etched onto his face, took swift steps forward. With a respectful bow, he greeted the notorious figures before him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Alejandro, Mr. Alexandro, we did not expect your presence here this afternoon. How may we assist you?”

Alejandro’s piercing gaze met the officer’s, and he spoke with authority. “Officer, we’ve had an unfortunate incident inside the restaurant. We trust you can handle it discreetly and ensure that the mess is cleaned up swiftly. No need for any unnecessary attention.”

The head of the police nodded solemnly, affirming his commitment to the task. “Of course, Mr. Alejandro. We will take care of everything.”

With that assurance, Alejandro and Alexandro’s men opened the door to a sleek, black limousine, a symbol of their power and influence. The two crime lords entered the luxurious vehicle with an air of dominance, while their loyal associates slid behind the wheels of their jeeps, engines rumbling to life.

As the limousine glided away from the now eerily quiet restaurant, the police officers began their meticulous work inside, erasing any traces of the deadly encounter.