It was now 11:37 am. Antonio was busy making lunch while Lovino Sat at the kitchen counter, silently watching the other man's hips as they swayed as he cooked. Lovino was snapped out of his trance by a loud knocking at the front door. Antonio stopped cooking and was about to call out that he'd get it, but stopped when he saw Lovino get up to answer it.
"I'll get it, you finish cooking." The Italian ordered, walking briskly to the door before the other could protest. Lovino opened the door, preparing to greet the person with an aggravated curse until he saw who it was. He snapped his mouth shut instantly at the face of on of the other mafia bosses, the second in command of the Italian mafia, Fresco. Lovino's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he closed the door behind him so he could talk with Fresco in peace. Antonio had yet to learn that Lovino was the head of the mafia and he didn't plan on the clueless man to find out anytime soon. Fresco cleared his throat, his piercing gaze trained on Lovino intently. "Mr. Vargas." He began. "We lost a large sum of money to the cops yesterday. They found third in command's base and took all the money and everything valuable out of it." Lovino glared at him.
"Yeah, well too bad for him. He should have hidden it and guarded it better. The fuck do you want me to do about it?" He growled. Fresco sighed.
"Well. Me and the others talked over a plan to get the money back." He said. "We came to the conclusion that Spanish man you live with... you mean a lot to him." Lovino growled angrily. "What in God's name are you getting at?" he hissed. Fresco smirked, proud of the carefully thought out plan he was currently executing.
"Just listen, Mr. Vargas," He reasoned. "I'll be back tomorrow night. Right here, on your doorstep, at 10 o'clock sharp. Answer the door with... ah... 20 million." He beamed, already knowing poor Lovino had no such money. Lovino's eyes widened. "Wha... what!? You're insane! I don't have that much money and you know it, bastard! And even if I did, why the fuck would I pay you?" He ground out between teeth clenched in anger. Fresco just chuckled.
"To pay for the damage and all that was stolen, of course." Fresco said matter-of-factly. Lovino got in Fresco's face, fuming with anger. "What the hell does that have to do with me? Its his own fault he can't protect his own goddamn men!" He snarled. The other man just sighed. "That doesn't matter at all, you're just the most valuable man we've got. We need the money, and i am sure we can get it through you, and pretty little boyfriend." He smiled in a sinister way. Lovino shook his head in disbelief.
"Stop bringing Antonio into this... you know neither of us have the money." He said, his voice weakening in defeat. Fresco just laughed. "Oh yes, I do know." He grinned. "But for me, it's less about the money than what I get to do with you when you don't bring it." Fresco smiled knowingly. Lovino ran his fingers through his hair in distress, cursing under his breath. He was stuck in this awful deal for sure...
"I'll be waiting right here, tomorrow, 10 pm. Don't ignore the door or I'll break it down." Just like that, Fresco turned around and walked back to his car, started the engine, and was gone.