The Mafia's Desired Dreams.

"I decide the kind of business I want to spend my money on, not you."

"I personally, love your choice." The boss says, and raises his hand slightly, Marco instantly bows knowledgeably and draws his phone out of his pocket.

"Yes, Go ahead." was all they heard the man say on the phone.

*RING*RING*

Lorenzo's phone broke the unpleasant silence.

"How many times would I tell you not to call me when I'm in the meeting?..." No one had any idea what he heard from the other line, but the Old man suddenly began to tremble with terror.

His eyes flew wide open with shock, his lips quivered as he tried to make up some words. His phone slipped from the palm of his hands, but before it could even hit the ground, another call came in.

Anna was the closest to him, so she does him the generous favor of picking it from the ground and answering the call, even extending a more nice gesture by putting it on speaker.

"B-Boss! Boss!! T-T-The ships, the ships with your goods, it was almost here, it almost got here, but, but, it's Sinking sir."

"All three ships boss, boss! Boss!!" Anna, being a darling at the moment, helps the man end the call, but another call comes in again…

"STOP!!!" The old man screams louder than he'd ever done before, staggering, leaping and running. He found his way to the Boss's feet as his old knees hit the ground and his palms held the boss's shoe, wiping off any speck of dirt with the hem of his sleeve.

"Just stop! Please, those buildings are my life, don't touch them please, I'll call them right now to let the girls go, and the women before them too. I'll let them all go." Pulling and tugging at the hem of the boss's trousers, the man fervently rubbed his palms together begging for mercy. All the while, his phone kept on ringing.

"And deliver my message to Frankie_" the boss states, there wasn't even a shift in his previous position, legs still crossed, hands still placed on both sides of the seat, his right elbow plopped up, and his head rested on his fist.

He was flawlessly an embodiment of power and authority.

"I'll tell him, I swear I'll tell him without missing a single word." the man assures him. The desperation in his eyes and voice was not to be missed.

He looks at Marco, and the man simply brings out his phone and makes another call.

Edoardo just had a proud smug on his face. No one knew how to handle these people better than his god-Son. 'Charlie, I bet you're super proud of how your boy is handling matters with so much firmness and precision,' he thought in his head.

"You do know what would happen if you go against your words right, Oldman?" With those words said, he shoves the man off his leg and rises up to his feet. Even the way he stood matched the stance of a Greek god.

Everything chic.

"That ends today's meeting." was all he said before stepping out, with Marco following behind him like his shadow. Gregor and Matteo didn't waste anymore second in the place, they both had more important things to deal with.

"That piece of trash, that little rat, he thinks he can take me on? I'm Lorenzo _Lorenzo DeLuca," The man finally yelled when he was sure that The boss had gone really far from the meeting room.

"I invest in whatever business I want. Who the hell does he think he is to tell me what to do? And he had the audacity to mess with my money? My f*Cking money!! I will destroy that young rat and put him in his place!!"

"Boss you're back!" Anna calls, and the Old man flips with terror, scurrying away from his previous position like a rat, but then everyone starts laughing, and he realizes the young lady just pranked him…

"Why, you little…" He raised his hand high to strike her, but his hand never came down because Enzo, tall and strong, with long arms held Lorenzo's arm high up in the air.

"Behave old man, don't make me come after you before the Boss does." He viciously hauls the man back on a seat, and Jacob and Philip try their best to hold in the titters, but eventually burst out laughing out loud as they walk out of the room.

"I didn't need your help, I'd have slit his throat seconds before his palm reached me." Anna says, as she dramatically pushes her hair over her shoulder, pocketing her little pocket knife that she had drawn out, and catwalks out of the room, causing a sweet smug to remain on Enzo's face as he follows behind her.

He was soft, too soft, and she was hard. Hard-Cold. And maybe that was what he saw, maybe that was what kept pulling him to her, the fact that she never looked at him, or anyone else for that matter was sexy. He had a weird taste, but what could he do?

"You better do as he's said, you don't want to risk losing everything, including your own life." Edoardo advises, and he takes one last sip of his drink and stands up from his seat, Abraham Greco who still sat there too now stands up, taking a look at Lorenzo on the chair with pure disgust in his eyes.

"Hmm" he grunts, and walks out with Edoardo, leaving Lorenzo to have the room all to himself.

"I'll get you all, I swear I'll get you all for this humiliation." He swears with sheer rage and determination in his eyes. He was going to ruin every last one of them, even if it was the last thing he did before he bit the dust.