Chapter 16

*****Jaxons POV*****

"Ten million boss." Romanos thick Italian accent stated, as I nod.

I turn ever so slightly to dismiss him, when In a quick motion, Lorenzo shifts himself before clocking the familiar sound of a gun behind me...

Bastard!

"Twenty or I'll put a bullet in you tonight Jax!" I feel the sudden cold press of Lorenzos gun against my temple causing me to sit back in my chair again.

"You would never. Don't be so stupid!" I grit, watching through the windscreen as my men draw their guns and get into a fight stance due to Romanos sudden hand signal - telling them that the deal was going South.

"Oh but I would boy... don't test me. Once upon a time you where like family to me, but if needs must, I'll put a bullet in you just to prove a damn point! " He edges, pressing the gun harder into my skin which only infuriated me more.

I move my far hand down ever so slightly, as I finally feel the leather handle of the hunting knife which was tucked neatly beside my seat...

"You would cause a war for yourself if you did such a stupid thing." I mock, glancing to see the beads of sweat pouring from the old man's face.

How fucking dare he come here tonight and attempt to treat me as a fool!

"I will take a fucking war over losing the money in which I am entitled..."

The second that he was distracted by my words, I swiftly force his gun hand backwards - causing him to pull the trigger in a panic which only darts through the back window. I then bring my left hand over to slit the fuckers throat with my blade, watching his eyes widen from the sudden quick motion.

The blood spurts out everywhere, soaking myself and the car as he screeches and grips the wound in a frenzy.

I hold him there, watching the colour drain from his face, as he gags and chokes on the masses of blood clogging his airways...

Satisfied, I eventually step out from the car, now coated in the pigs dirty blood, as his men stare at me in horror - unsure of what to do next without the orders of their (now deceased) boss.

"Leave or die!" I roar, as the majority of men back away without hesitation.

"Take the weapons!" I shout, as my men advance - taking the weapons from the loaded trucks - forcing the remainder of Lorenzos men to take off due to being outnumbered and left with no leader.

"Fix this mess!" I rage at Romano, shoving him roughly towards my car, as nods and clammers into my driver side without uttering another word.

I walk towards my men and decide to climb into the car with Seth and Nico. I observe our mission as my men help themselves to the weapons from the now abandoned cars - taking my shipment for free.

"What the fuck happened this time?" Seth questions, as I wipe the blood from my eyes in a rage, feeling the substance dripping down from my hair and clothes.

"The fucking pig tried to say we settled on twenty million! Then pulled a gun on me thinking I would just give up and pay!" I was furious at his actions.

"What?! Is he a fucking fool? He's been making easy money off your family for years why the fuck would he even try to increase the price?!" Nico joins my rant, as our men grab the last of the weapons and signal to us that we could now leave.

"We just need to drop these into the units and then we can go home." I grumble, as Seth starts up the car and we waste no time on pulling out of the lot.

It was now 11:15pm and I hadn't had a call from the guards to say that our hostages had tried to leave tonight which was a good sign at least.

I should probably stop seeing them as hostages since they where both quite willing to be there at this point...

"You going to phone the old man about this?" Seth next questions warily as we drive.

"I'll decide later. I didn't plan on speaking to him until after my wedding was done." I grit out, not wanting to give up my location to him either.

If he knows that I had met with Lorenzo then he will know that I am in Italy. But on the other hand, he would find out eventually about what happened tonight - whether I tell him or not - word travels fast in our world.

He didn't know where the mansion was and I didn't believe he would find it easily either, but once upon a time my father was actually good at his job, so I didn't want to take chances - at least not now.

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******Fayes POV******

"Faye stop crying it's ok!" Mike hushes me, as I begin to sob on the couch.

"Why the hell did we... start drinking pink gins tonight... I always cry!" I sob again, as he giggles and rocks me on the sofa.

"Girl stop this... I'll go and get you another cocktail, how does a frozen strawberry daiquiri sound this time?" He suggests, pulling me to my feet.

"That... sounds good!" I sniffle, trailing behind him into the kitchen - once again for our tenth drink of the night.

"Now tell me why you're so upset!" Mike slurs, as he turns on the blender and raises a brow at my sudden outburst.

"I... we... what if I look ugly in the dress and he forces me to share the photos to the world! Then his gangster friends all laugh at me - wondering why the damn hell I am his new wife out of all people!" My brain racks for a reason for my tears, as I curse myself for the one excuse that I managed to muster.

"Oh stop! You will look amazing trust me! Let's make the most of this weird ass situation Faye! I'll convince him to pay for a glam team, we can get your hair, tan, nails and makeup done! You will look incredible!" He encourages me, as I wipe my remaining tears from my cheeks.

"Thank... you..." I bubble, as he moves to pull me in for a hug.

"Just think, after all of this, we will have the ability to do whatever we want! We could even travel! Go to see all of those broadway shows you've always dreamed of in New York! We could open my bakery... and actually give people jobs who deserve it..." Mike lists the benefits of my deal again as I nod and smile at the idea.

"Y-Yeah... and we will be WAY better bosses than Sandra!" I laugh now as I wipe my face, the thought of Sandra struggling to get customers now that Mike was gone making this whole situation better!

"Yeah... I mean... fuck Sandra! Remember that one time, on your first shift, she smashed all of those cups and made you clean up all of the glass to make sure you knew how to clean up properly!" Mike roars, stirring up my delicious bright red cocktail in the process.

"Yeah! And the time she locked the doors and told us we weren't leaving until we re-cleaned the whole damn shop because the job wasn't good enough!" I groan, as we both laugh at how ridiculous she was.

"Wait until she sees our new cafe in the big city Faye!" Mike dreams and wobbles to one side losing his balance, as we both head into the other room and plop back onto the sofa.

"I know that... this is all really random and fucked up... but is it bad to admit that I am also slightly excited?" Mike asks next, as I shake my head and grin.

"We can do anything as long as we are together!" I hold up my glass, smiling from ear to ear, before we do another cheers - this time, completely missing our glasses - as my bright red cocktail spills out and onto the expensive cream sofa...

SHIT!