Mafia Obsession Novel – Kane the thumping bass pumps through me from head to toe, adding to the adrenaline spiking through my veins. I can feel the tension coiling through my muscles. I’m always on edge
when I’m out for blood. There’s a chance something could go wrong, as I’m not in a safe line of work.
I walk a few more steps into the club, scanning the room for any threats, since it’s become second nature to expect one. It doesn’t matter if I’m walking into my home, I’m always alert. A few eyes lock onto me and my men, and the whispers break out.
Yeah, let them fucking whisper. If they think I’m here for trouble, then they are right. I’m at this shit-hole of a club on Rick’s orders. Normally, my brother wouldn’t send me for this, but Alex Cavino has stepped way over the line this time. He’s not keeping up his payments on a sizable loan, despite rumors that business is better than ever.
If we let this go unresolved, it will set a bad example, and people will think they can fuck with us. So, I’m here to make sure everyone knows that couldn’t be further from the truth. Blood will spill tonight—Alex Cavino’s blood. No one fucks with the Romano family and gets away with it, especially not a lowlife like him.
I crack my knuckles, certain there’s no immediate threat to me in this club. The place is packed with people and business is booming. It raises the all-important question why the debt payments haven’t reached us for two months in a row. My gun rests against my ribs under my jacket, and my fingers are itching to reach under and touch it, but I resist.
This crappy place will be absorbed into our empire as payment once Cavino is dead. There was a time years ago when killing felt wrong to me. I’m not always the one to do it, often it’s my guys that pull the trigger, but anytime I do, I feel nothing. I just sell another piece of my soul with every crime I carry out, ripping what I once was to shreds.
This is my life and there’s no point fighting what I am or who I am. A show of weakness or even unwillingness to kill threatens our family. I’m not going to be the one to fuck up.
My father always said there was no use running from the truth. There’s no changing your name if you’re a Romano. When I was younger, I wanted nothing to do with the family business. My father soon beat that out of me and turned me into the monster I am today. I don’t enjoy doing what I do, but it’s my only choice.
“Sir, I’ve scanned the perimeter, and I’m sure everything is secure,” Jaz, one of my men, states.
I give him a nod, even though I’d already made that observation. The only path to the bar is through the writhing bodies of the people dancing in this hellhole. I take a step forward and make my way toward the bar. As I step onto the dance floor, people make way for me the moment they notice me. I’m used to people shying away—one of the perks of being my brother’s right-hand man. Rick is the main boss of our family operation.