It's a dirty job
Chapter 1
Feliciano's POV
The sun shined bright and for the first time, it woke me up. When I looked at the clock it was only 9:30.I let out a soft 'veh~' as I stretched my arms. From the other side of the door, I heard someone's angry steps going back and forth, swearing in Italian. As I opened my door, I noticed it was my fratello, Lovino. "Ciao big brother." I said with a smile, but yet, he kept mumbling. I decided I was going to ignore him, so I headed towards the kitchen just to make some breakfast. Some of the 'boys' were sitting, probably thinking about today's agenda. "Buon Giorno." I said, grabbing a mug filled with coffee.
"Morning Boss." They all said in unison, making me take a deep breath.
Before I could have a sip, Lovino came in and took my mug away, a hard expression in his face. "Let's go you idiot." My smile faded, knowing that I had only minutes to get prepared.
The Vargas Family had created a name that brought fear through the streets. It was all thanks to my grandfather. Sooner or later, my brother and I inherit the family business. Each day, we strolled around the streets, eliminating threats, protecting some shops, and last and not least, each other. My brother is more active on all this, while just step aside into the shadows.
As I fixed my tie, I noticed my brother a bit nervous; is tough to be the tough guy, but somehow, he manages it.
Ludwig's POV
When the plane landed, the kid that annoyed me all the way started crying. Maybe because was about the thing I said earlier…like I said, the kid annoyed me. I grabbed my bag and quickly headed to exit. 'Finally.' I thought to myself, and then smiled. I left Germany just to finish my studies here in America, and in the meantime, to find a par time job. Bruder offered me to stay at his place, even I didn't want to, it was a great chance.
"WEST!" cried someone from the exit, running what it seemed like in slow-motion, looking like an idiot, in other words…it was him.
"You don't change." I murmured as I covered my face; people were staring.
"Oh bruder, you were always a sour puss." He started, a large smile plastered in his face. "Don't worry; my awesomeness will start rubbing onto to you." Gilbert started laughing so loud, Mein Gott.
Francis and Antonio were behind him with a smile; apparently they haven't forgotten the times they bullied me as a kid. "Oh mon cheri, what a beau." Said the French.
"Si, now you're so tall now, even taller than Gilbert." Said the spaniel.
"Ja." I said. Something told me that with those three, I would lose some sleep. I think it wasn't that bad of an idea to buy an apartment.
When we left the airport, we headed to Francis' restaurant just to get something to eat. The place seemed classy, with the decoration and all.
"So, what are you studying?" asked the blond as he drank his glass of wine.
"Engineering."
"Good choice." Commented Antonio as he enjoyed his Sangria.
As we continued eating, my brother was reminding me of those times, those embarrassing times as a child, and then stopped when he realized something. "West, you said you needed a job." He said with a wicked smile on his face. Those words made Antonio's eyes shined.
"You can come and work at my store after your classes." He offered, a little bit hopeful that I said yes.
"I…"
"And maybe Saturdays, you can work on a club not so far from here. You know I know the manager." Added, once again, my bruder.
I couldn't possibly say no, and even more when they told me how much they paid, so I agreed.
After lunch, we reached the apartment. The place was spacious, with four rooms, two bathrooms and a kitchen, it was worth living here. When they showed me my room, it had a large bed (a bit odd) and a desk for me to study.
"Thank you bruder." I said, bringing a smile on his face.
"Francis, tu teléfono." Pointed Antonio.
"Oh, maybe is a lovely demoiselle." He said as he took out his phone and responded. "Allô?" In an instant, his face grew paler.
Lovino's POV
We had two cars on the way to Le'France, one for my men and one for my fratello and I. Feliciano was looking out of the window, a bit down because he barely got anything this morning, but business is business.
What happened was that a bastard went to Ivan Braginski and ratted out all our plans. Dammit! The Russian Mafia was onto us now, and compare to the rest, they are on the top of the chain, but before I can do anything else, I neede to exterminate a rat.
"Bonjour." Exclaimed Francis with a forced smile.
"Our tables." I said as I fixed my fedora, making him my eyes, causing to tremble.
"Oui."
As always, we were in the far end of the place, were curtains divided the area. Mi fratello ordered some pasta, and when they brought it in, I stared at him for a while.
"You idiot, you're going to eat at this hour?" I said as I hit the table.
"Pasta is great at any hour." Feliciano said it so brightly, but it wasn't what I meant.
Before I continued, the sound of a name distracted us from our conversation.
Toris Lauranatis.