Accidentally (Revised)

✨ Luciano Langello ✨

"I'm in charge! You are retired, you don't call the shots anymore you old fuck!" I shouted as my father rolled his eyes only fueling my fire even more.

"Boy, I've been running this business before you were even thought of. So this 'old fuck' knows a thing or two about this," he said, unbuttoning his blazer, getting comfortable on my couch.

"You stepped down, you gave me your spot. I own this business now, and you need to start acting as such," I growled. His attention finally fell fully on me and not the whiskey glass in his hands.

"Yes I may have given you my position, yes I may have stepped down. But don't you dare for a fucking second think that you will dow anything without me knowing about it," he snapped back at me, "I put us at the top and I will not stand here and watch you tear us down"

"I'm going to be better than you, I'm going to be Capo Dei Capi (boss of all bosses)," I said, calmer than I was before. Before he got the chance to respond, my underboss who I call my brother, Enzo walked in panting as if he had been running for his life.

"What?" I snapped, my attention fully shifting to him.

"There was...there was a shipment stolen from one of the warehouses in France," he said catching his breath finally. Just fucking great.

"How is that possible?" I asked, "isn't those warehouses supposed to be heavily secured? More secured than our own fucking house?"

"I don't know boss, someone slipped in a smoke bomb or something. We don't really have details yet on how it happened. They just added new recruits to the team, so not everyone knew what was going on," Enzo said, placing the report on my desk. I snatched it and threw it in my drawer away from my father. I sighed causing my father to laugh like the asshole he is.

"Still think you got this, Capo Dei Capo?" He asked, mocking me as he walked out of my office.

"Book a flight to France as soon as possible," I said, "and don't let him found out about it," Enzo nodded and walked out of my office too. I have a feeling this is going to be a long week. Grabbing my phone, I started making calls to the head of security in France. I asked him to send me all of the camera footage of the incident so I could go over them on the plane ride. A few moments later, Enzo was barging into my office yet again.

"I got the jet book for tonight at seven," he said as e made his way to the front of my desk, placing his hands behind his back. I nodded.

"Good, now have your things ready along with Davidlee's...things. I'm going to need his help with the camera footage or at least getting me to see what is important," I said as I started rubbing my temples. I closed my eyes and sighed, hoping that he would leave after that but I was mistaken.

"Yes, Enzo? Is there something else that I can help you with?" I asked, refusing to open my eyes just yet.

"If you don't mind me asking, but what was going on with you and dad?" He asked, causing me to let out yet another sigh. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"He wanted to make allies with one of the small gangs in town," I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Which one? I thought we have all of them as allies at this point," he said with confusion. I shook my head.

"Nope, not all. There's only one I refuse to become Allies with and it the White Ryders," I said, "I never got along with their leader or whatever the hell you want to call him in school and I just don't like the way they do things that relate with business," He scuffed in agreement and rolled his eyes. He knows what I'm talking about.

"He knows that they clearly lack in the business department, so why in the hell would he even consider?" He asked.

"Why does Art do anything he does?" I asked, folding my hands over my stomach. He nods, knowing that I am right. Almost nothing our father does makes sense anymore. We stayed in my office until approximately six thirty. We went over the camera footage as good as my desktop would allow. Davidlee knocks on the door and walks in.

"The flight is ready, boss," he said, bag in hand. I looked up from the computer and took him in. There has always been something about this boy that just rubs me the wrong way. Yet so far, he hasn't lead me wrong. Enzo and I nodded and walked out grabbing our bags that I had placed by the door. We got in the back of the Range Rover we keep at the office building, Franco always ready to switch to whatever vehicle we decide to take. The ride was silent and tense. None of us want to make this trip. It's a trip into enemy territory, hopefully we can make this a peaceful trip. Once at the runway, I quickly made my way to the jet and sat in my usual seat by the cockpit. I waited until everyone was on the jet and settled before I made my PSA.

"Davidlee, I'm going to send you the footage. I want you to see if there were any cuts to the video or any glitches," I said, pulling out my computer, "Enzo, start making phone calls and getting everything ready for us once we land. I don't want to be here longer than what I have to be," he nodded.

Davidlee pulled his laptop out and got straight to work. Enzo retrieved his phone from his pocket and got to work as well. As soon as I sent the file to Davidlee, I started researching. When I got into other "mafia" family territory, I always make sure I research and make sure nothing new has happened with them. Trust, I know all of the families, yet sometimes details don't always make it's way to you.

"Capo, would you like anything to drink?" One of the workers asked.

"Whiskey," I said, not paying any attention to her. She walked away and quickly came back with my drink. Thankfully she left without saying another word. I walked to the back where I had a bedroom built. I shrugged my blazer off and took my button-up off before I slid into the bed. I pulled the blanket over my head and shut out the world as sleep slowly took over.

"Don!"

"Boss!"

"Luciano"

"Dammit, Luca would you wake the hell up?!" I heard my brother shout. I mentally groaned, his voice is very fucking annoying.

"What could you possibly want that you have to wake me up for?" I asked, clearly annoyed with him. I was sleeping decently for once. I even had a dream, a dream about a girl. A girl that I've never met and should never even look at twice considering who her father is.

"We landed," Enzo said, rolling his eyes before walking out of the bedroom. I groaned, feeling a small headache forming in the back of my head. Thank god he left, there was no way I was getting out of bed with a hard on with him in the room with me. I slid my shirt back on, not bothering with the jacket. I grabbed my bag from the front and walked down to the car. Once everyone was in the car, I spoke to the driver. Franco sat up front with him. That's one thing I like about him, even when he isn't the one driving he makes sure the other driver doesn't pull anything to kill us or him.

"To Brach Paris," I said. The driver nodded and started driving away from the landing pad. I reached into my bag and grabbed the Tylenol and my bottle of water. I quickly took the pills and placed the bottle back in the bag. Hopefully this would take care of this damn headache. I closed my eyes until we reached the hotel. I sighed and grabbed my things not waiting for anyone else to catch up with me.

Although it didn't take too long for Enzo to make his way up to me. He waited until we got into our room to say anything.

"You must have had one hell of a dream," he said, smirking. Asshole.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I said, as I opened my briefcase and started pulling what I needed out of it.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, trying not to laugh, "then what was all of the moaning and groaning about on the plane when you went to bed? Huh? And don't think I didn't know about your boner,"

"You are a fucker," I said, not even bothering to look at him.