Chapter 5 ANTONIO'S INTRO.

ANTONIO'S POV

The thoughts of the events that have taken place lately had me constantly occupied. On my 31st birthday, I found moles among my men, and I did well by putting bullets through their skulls. The Dmitris attacked my mansion, and just yesterday my guards reported seeing an unidentified woman trying to enter through the gates.

All these thoughts fought for space in my head, but no one was stuck in my head like the dream I had on my birthday night. To convince myself that it wasn't a dream, I tried to see if I could mistakenly set my eyes on the angel from my dream, but I didn't.

"The Dmitris must have learnt their lesson by now." My brother said over the loud music in our club.

I sipped my wine and smirked, "They'll attack once more."

"And lose the remaining men they have." My brother finished.

"They never learn. Where are all the families that have threatened the Green family in times past?" I shook my head at the stupidity displayed by these families.

"That one there is our best seller," my brother pointed his glass to one of the girls currently pole dancing.

I nodded and scanned the other girls. I finally saw one that I was interested in. I smiled and made my way down.

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"Your food is ready, sir," a staff member said from outside my bedroom door.

"Come in," I ordered.

"I'd like to have my food in my bedroom and not on the dining table." I said

"Okay," she said, "I'll bring it right away." She smiled too brightly for the time in the morning.

I looked at the clock, and I was right. It was just 7:30am.

In less than ten minutes, she was back with my food tray.

As she bent down to place the tray on my bed, my eyes got caught on her bosom. She knew and smiled. Sleek witch. I smiled because I loved bold women.

"You look familiar."

"Yes, sir, from last night." She answered.

I frowned. "You work in the mansion and club at the same time?"

She nodded. "Yes, to make ends meet, sir," she said in a sultry voice.

I really didn't care much about staff duty allocation. My Nana, popularly known as 'Madam Choice,' was in charge of that.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Pat." She said in a whispery voice.

She sashayed out of my room, swinging her hip from side to side. I smiled.

I 'coincidentally' bumped into Pat numerous times-in the mansion, in the clubs. I knew very well what was happening. This wasn't the first time one of the girls had tried to make her move on me.

"HI..." someone masked slid on my lap. Another masked lady ran her hands on my neck. My attention was, however, on the stripper in red. From the intensity of her gaze, I could guess who it was.

Her performance was very alluring and very much centred on pleasing me.

I finally got up. She now made her way to me and lifted her mask. It was indeed Pat.

Just as I was about to wrap my hands around her waist, one of my men whispered in my ear, "It's time for the meeting, sir."

I sighed and retreated.

"We need to take over the Languish club." One member of my family said.

"I agree, it's the biggest club in the whole of Italy. Taking it will mean more profit for us," another man seconded.

"Alex Fortuna will lose his head before he lets us take Languish from him." Someone countered. He was definitely drunk by the slur in his voice.

My second in command, who's my brother, was definitely enjoying these suggestions. "He's a stubborn man, that one. He won't give it up without a fight. And we're ready to give that fight."

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Everyone cheered.

I contemplated it. I loved a good takeover, but my soldiers were still recovering from fighting the invaders who attacked the Green mansion.

"Order!" I slammed my beer glass on the table.

"I am in support of taking over Languish club because it will in fact generate more revenue for the familia but it's too risky to attack that first considering we still have a lot of wounded men."

Murmurs filled the room. My men were disappointed.

"Order!" My brother shouted, and the room went quiet.

"I know you're all disappointed, but I hate to lose. When I fight, I fight to win. So let's start small. My sources tell me that the Fortunas have some shipments coming in to the states in two days' time. We'll have to take them for ourselves."

They nodded in understanding.

"As for the club, proper strategising would begin immediately." I turned to one of the old men in the familia. "Sir Brown, you'll oversee the strategising and report back to me on the final resolve. Once our men are fully recovered, we'll launch the attack."

"Okay, Don." He answered and began appointing those who'll join him.

I left them and found my way back home.

Back home I had a lovely present waiting for me. It was Pat. Nicely wrapped in red lingerie, sprawled like a cat on my bed.

It was a lovely sight, I must admit, but I was also a man with enemies; gifts can often be poisonous. I walked carefully to her.

"Who let you in?"

She smiled. "Your guards"

"Not possible." I inched closer to her.

I slammed my hand on her hips and pulled her to me. I could feel her bosom on my chest. "My guards cannot let you in without my permission or their supervision."

I moved my hand down and slid it into her thigh-high stilettos. Her breath hitched.

"What?" I whispered into her ear and breathed soft air on her neck, "Isn't this why you're here?"

I slid my other hand into the other thigh-high sexy stilettos.

"No weapons," I said and abruptly pushed her away from me.

She stumbled a bit, "I wouldn't bring weapons into your room."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

She nodded aggressively. I chuckled. When my enemies want to come at me, it's always through a woman. Unfortunately for them, women aren't my weakness.

"Get out!" I ordered.

She scurried out in her little lingerie.