Mafia From New Moon To Full Moon

Bobby DeLuca of the Italian Mafia was sitting at his cluttered desk vigorously finishing up the final paperwork so his grumpy old man could see he was capable of becoming the Alpha of the Mafia. His job was a feisty one, but he made sure every ounce of evidence burned alongside the bodies. Bobby was a ruthless killer; he has no remorse for those that defied the Mafia.

"Bobby, your Father Vincent is looking for you." Mico the right hand of Bobby said coming into his office. He knew Bobby was tired and didn't want to be disturbed but when Vincent calls, you answer the call or be killed.

"Yeah, yeah," Bobby growled; he wasn't done, he wasn't going to be rushed. "I'll get up in a minute." He said scribbling on the paper. "Finished." He snapped getting up, pushing his oversized leather chair away from his legs. Bobby glanced at the Grandfather clock, as it hit noon, it chimed.

Mico waited at the door, he knew Bobby was pissed, and he didn't want to step over anything. Bobby rushed past him, the sooner he gave the paperwork to his Father the better.

Walking into his Father's office. "Here." Bobby snapped. "You couldn't wait could you old man?"

His father turned to face him, a look of disgust. "No. You know I can't stand waiting." He said snatching the papers out of Bobby's hands. He looked down. "A little nicer next time." He growled throwing them on his neat desk. "Now sit." He growled.

"For what?" Bobby growled. "You got the paperwork; I need a shower."

Vincent rushed around the desk, grabbing Bobby by the throat, lifting him in the air. "When I tell you to do something, I suggest you do it." He growled throwing Bobby into the chair. "You need to show your respect, remember I choose who is Alpha, and your attitude is showing me otherwise." He said walking back around his desk. He took a seat and stared at Bobby for a minute. He was pissed.

Bobby sat up in the chair, rubbing his neck. "Now what?" he growled.

Vincent looked away from him, fishing into his desk drawer. "I have information about a Daughter of yours." He snapped throwing the folder at him. "Explain it!" he demanded.

Bobby opened the folder, looking at the pictures. He recognized the woman but didn't remember her name. "I know her face, but don't remember her name," he said throwing the folder on the desk. "I have no Daughter." He growled. He was growing tired of this already, his body was dirty, he wanted to sleep.

"Oh, you have a Daughter." Vincent snapped at him. "Do I need to teach you a lesson?" he said getting up and walking to the other side of the desk, he leaned against it. "My information is correct." He snapped at Bobby. "You were a careless son of a bitch in New York fourteen years prior. The whore you paid got pregnant. What the hell were you thinking!"

Bobby thought about New York and fourteen years prior. The boys and he went and paid some girls, he was careful. He used protection. "I used protection, why now?" Bobby said shaking his head.

"Not." Vincent smacks him upside the head. "You do realize the DeMarco family resides in New York City. Where you bought your whore." He said shaking his head. "You need to get this right, bring the girl here. Hopefully Brenda your whore isn't with the DeMarco family, otherwise, a new war has started and you will have to finish this before it blows up in your face. DeMarco is a dirty son of a bitch." He said walking to the window. "Get the girl here, and we'll finish with DeMarco later." He said without looking at him. "I give you a month to handle this or I'll take you out." He said turning to face Bobby. "Thirty days. Get out!" he growled.

Bobby walked out of the office, leaving the door open. He was pissed, he needed to find Mico and get this started. His father threatened his life. He knew this was serious business. Mico was waiting in Bobby's office.

"So?" Mico asked.

"I'm pissed." He said throwing his wine glass at the wall. "I have a daughter." He said punching the wall. "How the fuck do I have a daughter?"

"Where is this daughter?" Mico question, he stayed in the corner. When Bobby got mad, he was crazy.

"New York City," Bobby said pacing around the office. Boxes littered the floor, he needed to clean up. "The one whore I paid for, got pregnant!" Bobby looked down at his hand, it hurt and was bleeding but it was expected since he punched a brick wall hard enough to leave knuckle imprints. "My father says I have thirty days, or I am a dead man. Get out!" Bobby growled.

Mico did as he asked, Bobby rarely asked him to leave the room, so he knew this was serious.

Bobby sat down at his desk, pushing papers aside, he found his phone. Dialing a number of an informant he had in the city. "It's Bobby." He growled into the phone.

"Long time, how are you?" the man on the other side asked.

"Not good Geno." He said gritting his teeth. "I need you to find Brenda, I don't know her last name. But she hung around Little Italy, she has a Daughter, I want to know if this is true or not." He spoke. "I'm coming to New York, once I have a plane ready, but I need answers yesterday."

"I'll be in touch," Geno said before hanging up.

Bobby left his office, Mico was waiting for him by the stairs. "You need to get our plane ready, I need a shower, ten minutes." Bobby snapped before walking down the hall to his bedroom.

Bobby was ready in five minutes. He grabbed his bag and headed to the plane. Mico was waiting at the door for him. "I called the boys in New York to let them know to expect us," Mico said following Bobby up the stairs.

"I called Geno," Bobby said sitting down. He pulled out his phone and dialed Geno again. "We'll be there in eight hours, have a hotel ready when we arrive." He said hanging up the phone before Geno could annoy him with any other questions.

Bobby closed his eyes, one of his migraines was creeping up. He didn't need this, his blood boiled at the thought of having a Daughter, possibly by a DeMarco whore. He knew that a war with NYC would be disastrous. No turning back now.

"Here," Mico said handing him some narcotics.

"Thanks." Bobby snatched them from his hand. He tossed the pills into his throat and drank some water. Closing his eyes, he played this whole situation out. It was either going to be easy, or it's going to be blood. Knowing Bobby's luck, there would be plenty of bloodshed.

Mico tapped Bobby on the shoulder. Bobby shook his head; he opened his eyes. "What?" he growled with fire in his eyes.

"We're in New York. You slept through the ride. Boys are waiting out." He said walking to the door.

Bobby adjusted his shirt. He wasn't dressed in a suit this time. He wore black jeans and a plain blacktop. He put his shades on, combing his black hair out of his face, he walked to the door. The plane was small, but he didn't need anything bigger.

Walking down the three steps, Mico waited by a black escalade. Bobby looked at his team, they were perfect. He thought about running the mafia in the states but didn't like the American culture too much. Mico slid in next to Bobby.

Bobby's phone rang, it wasn't a number he recognized. "Yeah?" he snapped in the phone.

"Bobby DeLuca, what gives me the pleasure of you in my country?" the man asked.

"Who is this?" he said sounding annoyed. His head still hurt.

"Ryan DeMarco." He said laughing on the phone. "Don't you remember me?"

Bobby pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't sure how he knew they were coming to America. "I remember you."

"Good." He spoke. "So why are you here?"

"I have business here, does it matter?" Bobby snapped. "Nothing to do with you or your family DeMarco."

"Oh, it does involve me." He snapped at the phone. Bobby could tell he was getting angry. "When you come here it is my business. Now, do I have to send my men to come to bring you in for an explanation?"

"No need," Bobby said looking out the window. "I am looking for someone and will be out of here in a few days. Don't worry your sweet little city is still yours." He said looking at Mico. "Now let me settle, maybe we can meet for drinks if you want to know my moves." He said hanging up the phone. "Damn who the fuck told him we were coming here." He said throwing the phone on the floor. "Now we have to watch our asses, I am sure he is going to try and stop us from finding that whore."

"We're ready for them Boss," Mico said looking at him. "We'll be at the hotel in five minutes, maybe by then Geno has information."

"I doubt it," Bobby said looking out the window. He wanted this to be a dream, he still couldn't believe he had a daughter that knew nothing about him. His blood pressure was through the roof, he wanted to choke the life out of Brenda for this. Damnit, he let a whore get away with something this big. She would pay, he would leave her body for the fishes to eat, maybe even take her to the ocean and make her bleed and leave her to die with the sharks.

They arrived at the hotel, it was some rundown super 8, Bobby didn't care as long as the room was nice and had a hot shower. Bobby took his key and let himself into the room. He closed the door and dialed Geno.

"So, you have information for me?" Bobby said sitting down on the bed.

"No," Geno said taking a deep breath. "The DeMarco family has the city on edge, no one is talking."

"That's not good enough," Bobby growled. "You've known me for how long? I'll put a bullet in your head if you find nothing again." He snapped at him before hanging the phone up again.

Mico knocked on the door with some Chinese food. "Here." He said walking into the room. "I figured you were hungry, nothing else good out here from what the locals told me." He said sitting down on the bed. "So, what's the plan?"

"Still working on it. I figured we better start at night since that's where I found the whore." Bobby said eating some of the food. "This shit is gross." He said throwing it into the trash. "I'm going to take a drive. When I get back be ready to go." He said taking the keys from Mico.

Bobby needed to see if Brenda was around, maybe he would be lucky and she would be working the corner he found her on fourteen years ago.

It only took him about an hour to get to where she was fourteen years ago, the corner was popping, he wasn't sure what she looked like now. She was a chubby girl way back then, now she was probably strung out. Bobby was mad at himself for not bringing the file with him, but he did remember she didn't look chubby anymore.

Bobby pulled the car over in a CVS parking lot and decided to walk around. It was getting towards dusk, but he didn't want to turn back in case he saw her. Most of the girls working in her area were strung out, they swayed back and forth.

A gold BMW pulled up next to Bobby, the window rolled down. "Get in DeLuca."

Bobby frowned; he didn't need this right now. "I'm busy." He snapped. He continued to walk. He was hoping to spot Brenda out here and get away from DeMarco. It took everything in his powers to not pull out his gun and shoot him.

"You know you aren't going to find her out here." Ryan DeMarco warned.

"How do know I am looking for anyone?" he growled.

"Geno." He said stopping the car. "Get in, don't make me hurt you."

"Ha." Bobby rolled his eyes. "You can't hurt me."

"With your Daughter, I can." He snapped. "Get in."

Bobby didn't have a choice, he wanted to know what Ryan knew about his daughter. A knot formed in his stomach. He would have to play nice, for now. He would get the information and then kill the son of a bitch.

"Good dog." Ryan laughed pulling away from the curb. "Brenda's dead she left her daughter in my care. I am grooming her to be a whore. She knows nothing of you." He said glancing at Bobby.

It took everything in his power not to pull his gun and shoot him right then and there. Something about his tone told Bobby he was lying. The son of a bitch knows more than he wanted to tell.

"Now we shall party." He said turning the annoying fucking rap up. Bobby closed his eyes, he was tense. He wanted to get to where Ryan was taking them. He wanted to beat the shit out of him. He envisioned him killing him slowly with a turkey bone.

Ryan turned off the car, "you do what I say, maybe I'll let you see your daughter before her debut on whore avenue." He said getting out of the car, Bobby followed his lead.

This was fucking dumb; he didn't have time to party. He knew Ryan was stalling him from finding his daughter. He wasn't entirely sure that Ryan was lying about Brenda being dead.

Pulling out his phone he dialed Mico. "I am with DeMarco." He snapped in the phone. Ryan didn't know he was on the phone. "You need to come to Little Italy, we're at some club, don't worry about me. Call my father, have him send you a picture of Brenda via text. I'll be in touch." He said hanging the phone up, without Ryan looking back.

Ryan led Bobby to the VIP part of the club, half-naked women were walking around, Bobby didn't need this distraction, but he would use this time to try and find out some information. DeMarco might spill enough about his daughter that he could find her.

"Sit Bobby," Ryan growled. "You know you should loosen up a little." He said handing him a shot of whiskey. "Come watch the girls, get drunk with me. In the morning you'll see your daughter."

Bobby sat down; he adjusted his gun in case Ryan played any games with him. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch now, his patience was gone. "I don't want to get drunk," Bobby said putting the glass down. "I want information, I want my daughter."

"Brenda signed her rights over to me, the girl belongs to me," Ryan said taking another shot. "Maybe we can work out an agreement, and I allow you to rent her for a while."

"She's not fucking property you asshole!" Bobby growled, he put his hand on his gun.

Ryan saw what Bobby was doing. "I wouldn't," he said looking down at Bobby's gun. "You kill me, your daughter will die." He said standing up. "I see this is going to be a lot harder for you than it should be."

Bobby stood up and followed him. He pulled out his gun and put it in Ryan's back. "Move dick." He said pushing him to the side entrance. Bobby grabbed Ryan's gun tossing it in the trash before leaving the club.

Bobby pushed him against the wall. He turned to face Bobby. "So, this is just business then?" he said smiling. "Go ahead and kill me, my father already has my blessing to whore the little bitch out."

Bobby lost it, he shot Ryan in the knee cap, he went down crying out like a little bitch. He looked up at Bobby, his eyes were cold. "Tell me where she is, and that will be the only bullet you get." He said cocking the gun again.

"Go ahead and do it, Bobby. Your old man knew you were a trigger-happy Guinea."

It took everything not to kill him right then and there. He hit him with his gun, knocking him unconscious. He dialed Mico. "Come to Club Rooftop. I have Ryan, he is bleeding." He said laughing on the phone.

"You didn't kill him, Boss?" Mico asked.

"Not yet." He said looking down at the man. "Get here fast."

"We're here. Where are you?"

"Back of the club." He said hanging the phone up. A pair of headlights headed his way.

He knew Mico was good at his job, he should have expected him to come there. Mico hopped out of the SUV, he opened the back hatch. Bobby helped him get Ryan in the back, they went back to their hotel.

Getting Ryan out of the back of the SUV, Mico and Bobby dragged him into the hotel. Throwing him on the floor, Bobby couldn't wait for the asshole to wake up. Bobby had a smile on his face, he was happy Ryan was on the floor.

"Let's get him tied to a chair." Bobby snapped. He opened his bag and pulled out some rope, and duct tape. He was going to torture him slowly at first, he was going to enjoy every minute of this.

Once they had him tied up, Bobby sat in front of him waiting for the prick to wake up. "Damn I didn't hit him that hard." He spat at Mico.

Mico looked at Bobby and then Mico, the small man was still unconscious. "Well, he's a DeMarco, I've always known them as pussies." Mico laughed, smacking Ryan in the back of the head.

Ryan moved his head around, opening his eyes he wasn't expecting Bobby to be sitting there waiting for him.

"Morning asshole," Bobby growled. "So, let's finish what you started." Bobby snap, smacking him across the face. Ryan tried not to cry out in pain but Bobby hit him pretty hard.

"So rough. DeLuca!" Ryan growled. "I suggest you let me go if you want to see the bitch alive again,"

Bobby growled. "You're not going anywhere!" he said punching in him the face. His eye began to swell. "I want to know where my daughter is."

Ryan glanced around the room, he knew the motel, it was a rundown just outside of the city. A lot of the Mafia used it as a cover motel when they didn't want the police to figure them out, or they didn't want them to be bothered. Now he knew where DeLuca was, he could watch him. "I'm not talking," Ryan growled.

Bobby was growing annoyed, he didn't patience was growing thin. "You do realize I have men out there watching and waiting for your men to give her location away," Bobby said pacing in front of him. He could feel his werewolf stirring, he wasn't sure if he could contain him much longer.

Ryan smile, blood dripping from his mouth. He didn't care if Bobby hurt him anymore, Bobby wasn't going to kill him not yet at least. "You can try and find her DeLuca, but if my men don't hear from me, they are ordered to kill her." He spat. "So, I am giving you a warning, let me go or let her go."

Bobby couldn't contain himself anymore, he beat Ryan until he was unconscious. Sitting down he put his head in his hands. This was going nowhere and was beginning to piss him off.

"We'll find her Bobby," Mico said putting his hand on Bobby's shoulder. "I am going to the club we picked you up, and see if there is anyone there that can give me the answers we need."

"Go." Bobby looked at him. He grabbed the duct tape and put a piece on Ryan's mouth. He didn't want to hear anything when he came around. He decided he wanted Ryan to cry out for help. He ripped the piece off, some of his mustache came with it.

Bobby wasn't sure how long has passed, but Ryan's phone rang. They called a few times before Bobby answered it.

"Put Ryan on the phone DeLuca." A man's voice demanded.

"Cant." Bobby looked at Ryan's body face. "He's not awake. Who am I talking to?"

"Don." He snapped at the phone.

Bobby's jaw clenched, he had to be careful of his words, it was Ryan's father also the Alpha of the pack. "Oh good, maybe you can convince your son his death won't be as painful if he tells me where my daughter is." He said kicking Ryan, but Ryan didn't move. "I grow tired of this, if you don't want a fucking war on your hands, I suggest you meet my right-hand man at the club in which Ryan tried taking me out."

"Oh, how I would relish such a challenge. Did Vincent give you his ego, or have you got the balls to start this shit?"

"Oh, it's been started." Bobby snapped at him. "I tell you what, I give you until tomorrow night to turn my daughter over, otherwise your son will have a slow and painful death, and then I will be coming for your heart. I plan to eat it while it still beats." He said hanging the phone up.

He knew Don wouldn't kill his daughter, at least not yet. Ryan opened his eyes, "Talking to my father, he's going to torture Abby." He laughed.

Bobby smacked him a few more times before he was knocked unconscious again.

"Fuck!" Bobby growled. He dialed Mico. "Any luck?"

"Nope." He spoke. "But it looks like all of Ryan's men are gathering at the hotel outside of the club. Want me to scope it out?"

"No come back to the hotel, I need to be there," Bobby said looking at his watch. "Don called Ryan's phone. He knows Ryan is here with me. I just started a Goddamn war!" he growled. "Hurry the fuck up."

Bobby walked outside to get some fresh air, the blood was starting to get to his werewolf side, it didn't help Bobby was furious. He wanted more blood on his hands, and he wanted to take Don out. That bastard kept his father scared; Bobby had no fear.

A half an hour passed, Mico finally arrived. He didn't say anything, he walked past Bobby. Bobby sped through the city, getting to the club in half the time it took Mico to drive there. His heart was racing, his wolf was ravaged.

"Calm down DeLuca," Bobby whispered to himself. He knew he had to be calm, he couldn't let Don see he was scared. He had to act tough, he was a tough son of a bitch, but now he had a weakness. His Daughter, Bobby wanted to see her face, wanted to hold her and tell her he loved her.

Bobby's phone buzzed; it was Mico. "What?" he growled shaking his head remembering he was in front of the hotel.

"Ryan's men came for him, I tried to stop them, but I took a bullet." He said sounding breathless. "They fucking shot me."

"No kidding. Have one of the men take the bullet out, no hospitals." He snapped. "I will take care of Ryan and Don, they die tonight." He hissed in the phone, hanging it up.

Getting out of the car, he slowed his walk. He wanted to get a fill of the place, the place messed like rotten body order, along with rum. He almost made Bobby puke, he swallowed and walked into the lobby. The smell of cigars, whiskey, and body odor filled his nose he knew he was in the right place, he wanted to get out of there as soon as he could. He knew this wasn't going to be an easy task. If he could get out of there alive it would be surprising, but he wasn't expecting to. He left the task up to Mico to find his daughter if he died tonight.

"DeLuca!" Ryan growled. He flipped over to Bobby. Bobby smiled.

"Aw did you find your way home you lost dog?" Bobby snapped at him. "I am here to see your father."

"Good I hope he puts a bullet in your daughter first, and make you watch her slowly die, and then he forced you to die slowly!"

Bobby grabbed him around the throat, picking him up into the air. "I suggest you watch your tone; I could break you in half and there isn't a damn person that would be willing to die for your pathetic ass."

"Drop him." The Don snapped walking closer to Bobby. "You are outnumbered here, and if you want your daughter, we'll give her to you,"

Bobby's head snapped his in direction. "Now tell me why would you do that?" Bobby challenged. "That would make you look weak, I mean your family is weak but the hell, let's talk." He growled dropping Ryan.

Ryan rubbed his neck; he knew his father was tricking him. He wanted to watch Bobby die.

"Come upstairs." The Don motioned from them to follow him.

Bobby watched the DeMarco family closely; he knew this was all smoke and mirrors. He had his gun ready; his wolf was eager to get out and destroy this family one fucking werewolf at a time.

The ride in the elevator was slow, Bobby was getting impatient. He was ready for an ambush; this wasn't going to end well for one of them. Bobby hoped he would be on the winning side of things, but didn't hold out too much hope.

Ding.

Bobby held his breath as the door opened, it was a huge office. He followed behind DeMarco. He looked around; a few men were watching him. They must know who he was, or they were told to protect the family. Either way, Bobby was outnumbered. Ten to one.