Mafia Life Isn't As Easy As You Think
By: RoyalLowBlood((This story is based off an RP I did with a friend a while ago. I stopped talking to the friend a long time ago, so I will be writing for Antonio from now on.))
A medium sized Italian man was walking down a lonely street in his home town of Rome. He was wearing a black suit with a red formal shirt underneath it; the top button was undone, showing tanned skin beneath the fabric. His hair was a bit messy, with a stray curl on the right side of his head.
He seemed to be talking on the phone in quick Italian phrases, though he slipped to English after a bit, "Damn it Fratello! I'm busy, why can't you go to the fucking party on your own?" He paused for a moment, probably waiting for the person on the other end of the phone call to speak. "Fine, but I swear, if that French Bastard is there, shit is hitting the fan." The man closed the phone with a bit more force than needed.
A man was hiding in the dark alleyway near where the Italian was talking on the phone. His brown hair was brushed, but the curly locks refused to stay, so it still looked messy. His brown eyes slid over the man, noting the small stature, so he thought he would be able to win a fight, if necessary. The hidden man chuckled softly, jumping out of the alley he had been hiding in, dragging the other back into the darkness with a hand over his mouth.
The Italian gasped as he was grabbed, trying to pull himself free. He was grabbing at the hand over his mouth, trying his best to dig his nails into the man's hand. His scream of surprise wasn't audible around the hand over his mouth.
"Keep quiet, or you will regret it~." The man pinned the Italian to the wall with a mischievous smirk. He leaned close to the Italian's ear as he spoke in his thickly Spanish accent. He knew who this man was, a Mob Boss that he needed to take out to be able to climb the rungs of The Family.
The Mob Boss' eyes were wide in shock and he let out shaky breath through his nose, trying to stay calm. He had been in worse situations because of the job he had inherited from his Grandfather, but he had never been without a few friends to back him up.
"Lovino Romano Vargas, of the Vargas Family, correct?" The man pulled out a small switchblade and pressed it to Lovino's throat before removing the hand from the Italian's mouth. "So, you are the Mob Boss I have been hearing about? You are just a damn kid.."
Lovino narrowed his eyes as he glared at the man in front of him. "I'm older and more mature than I look." His voice was strained since he was trying to avoid pushing his neck out farther than necessary.
The smaller man's actions and words caused the taller man to snort with laughter. "I'm sure. Well, you are going to be my prisoner, meaning you give me control of the Mafia, or I kill you and take it anyway." He pressed the knife slightly closer.
Lovino growled, clenching his teeth, "Hell no! It's mine; passed through my fucking family. Give me a fair fight, we will see who wins." As he was speaking, he shifted his sleeve, trying to get to one of the many knives he had hidden in his coat.
"You think I'm stupid? I know that if I let you go, you will call reinforcements. That's why-" The Spaniard's eyes narrowed and he ripped the other's coat open enough so see all the knives. He then pulled the jacket off the Italian, throwing it across the alley. "Smart for a kid."
Lovino growled when his coat was ripped from him, all his knives clattering to the ground. "Fuck.. Of course I'm smart! I was raise out here, you damn bastard!" He tried to throw a punch aimed toward the Spaniard's gut.
The man dodged and shoved his elbow into the other's ribs, bringing the switchblade up, giving the other man a gash on his neck, not deep enough to kill, but enough to take a while to heal. "Be careful, I won't think twice about killing a brat like you." His voice deepened, showing pure anger.
The moment the Spaniard dug his elbow into his ribs, he gasped in pain, hitting the wall behind him roughly. He actually let out a yelp as the knife sliced across his neck. "D-damn you, f-fucking bastardo!" He clenched his teeth to try to ignore the pain.
"Now… Are you going to give me the Mafia willingly?" The Spaniard purred, leaning close to lick the cut on the other's neck slowly, sending sparks of pain through the Italian's neck.
Lovino's body shivered under the man, shaking his head. "Never! You will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands. I know mio fratello would never give his portion up to you either. You are fucked." He let a small smirk grace his features as he looked up at the Spaniard.
The man laughed loudly, "Your brother is even more pathetic than you. Perhaps I should just kill him for his piece then come back for yours." He pulled away from the Italian for a moment, looking to see his expression.
The Italian suddenly got very angry, his face getting slightly red. "If you fucking touch him, I swear, I will fucking kill you!" He attempted to kick out at the taller man, trying to get him to get away from him so he could get to his knives.
The Spaniard grinned, dodging the attack again before walking out of the alley. "I will be back for you, Lovi~." He continued his way out of the alleyway. Lovino growled loudly, leaning down to grab one of the fallen knives, charging after the Spaniard. "No! Get back here, you fucking coward!"
The Spaniard sighed and shook his head. "So troublesome, even for an Italian.. You should at least know your enemies name, Antonio Fernando Carriedo." He then turned down a new alleyway, running and turning down the curving streets, following different alleys and backstreets toward the party Feliciano, Lovino's little brother, was attending.
Lovino kept running, sticking to the main roads to get to the party as quickly as possible. He needed to get to his little brother and protect him from Antonio. "Feliciano, you better have someone with you this time.. Please." He was growling to himself as he ran. He could already see the lights of the large house.
Antonio scowled as he realized Lovino wasn't that far behind him when he reached the house. Quickly ducking inside and trying his best to blend into the people, he easily spotted the bubbly younger Italian with his curl on the left side of his head. He started making his way through the crowd toward him.
Lovino, being the head of the Family, was noticed right away, many people rushing toward him to try to get in his good graces. "Get the fuck out of my damn way!" He started pushing people away to get to his brother. "Feliciano! Everyone, find him! It's important that he is surrounded and protected. I am sure someone is here that doesn't belong here."
Antonio glared as he heard the other's voice, quickly gripping Feliciano's shoulder. The small Italian let out a shriek of fear at the stranger and stared up at the Spaniard who was currently drawing out a knife.
A large blonde man was beside Feliciano, he was his personal bodyguard. He quickly grabbed Feliciano's wrist, attempting to pull him from Antonio. "Drop the knife, now." His voice was deep, strong, and had a clear German accent.
With a shake of his head, Antonio pressed the knife to Feliciano's neck, "Let go, or I'll kill the boy right here." He growled, showing he would by pressing the knife closer and nicking the Italian's neck, causing him to whimper in pain. "L-ludwig, please.. I don't want you to get hurt too."
Ludwig tensed up, unsure of what to do. He couldn't let the man kill his friend, but he also couldn't let go of him, that would make him get in trouble with the small man's brother. "Let go of him." He loosened his grip, but he didn't completely let go, knowing Feliciano could hold on for a little longer. He looked around, trying to find someone to help him, but finding no one.
Trembling, Feliciano took a deep breath and screamed. He knew that would cause people to know where he was. Antonio growled, covering his ears for a moment, slashing at the young Italian and leaving a deep wound on his back.
Ludwig pulled him against his chest quickly, wrapping his arms around him to try to shield him from any farther wounding. Feliciano gripped Ludwig's shirt, crying and trembling worse than before from the pain.
Lovino heard the scream and ran toward it, knowing it to be his baby brother. He jumped over the table that was placed in the middle of the large room, flicking his knife open at the same time. Antonio turned and aimed his knife at Lovino. "You just want to die first, don't you?"
Ludwig looked toward Lovino, nodding his head toward him to say he was bringing Feliciano away from the fighting. He picking Feliciano up gently and brought him over to a chair to try to stop the bleeding.
Lovino on the other hand was glaring at Antonio. "You fucking hurt him. What did I say about that? I said I would kill you, you fucking idiot!" He lifted his own blade up and pointed it at him. "I won't even let any of my men get involved, even though you are surrounded." He then pointed to all the men holding guns, pointed toward Antonio.
Antonio smirked, "How can I trust they won't try and save their precious head of the family?" He reached into his own jacket, pulling out a grenade, his smirk darkening.
At the sight of the grenade, Lovino backed up a few steps. "They will follow my orders." He pointed to the men and made a sign, waving his hand toward his neck, and all the men lowered their weapons. "Now put away the grenade. If you set it off, it will kill you as well as us." He tried to use a soothing voice, but it still sounded angry.
"I'm not too concerned about dying, Mr. Vargas." He nodded and put the grenade away. Looking around the room, he winced at seeing all the women present. "Outside, alone."
Lovino nodded and pointed to the nearest door, leading to the gardens outside. A few men tried to follow, but Lovino shook his head, pointing to his still injured brother.
Antonio followed Lovino out and situated himself near a small rose bush and drew out his knife again. "I'll give you one more chance to hand over the Mafia."
Lovino who still had his knife in his hands, shook his head. "Never.. Why do you want it so bad? There are more than just this Family.. There are five in total." He held up five fingers. "The Vargas Family is this one. There are also the Braginski Family, the Kirkland Family, the Nordics, and the Germanics. Why don't you try your luck with a smaller, less powerful family before going after what is mine?" He crossed his arms at the end of his statement.
Antonio looked down, "Where's the fun in starting small? It makes you look weak." He smirked and looked back up. "I like power!"
Lovino sighed and shook his head. "Power will eventually kill you." He looked down, memories of his Grandfather flooding to his mind. "What do you think happened to the ex-head of this family?"
That is where Antonio snapped, "Why should I care? I want to rule!" He had an insane glint in his eyes.
Lovino charged forward landing a slash toward the man's arm to try to knock the weapon out of his hands. The slash at his arm cause Antonio to wince and quickly move, aiming a stab at Lovino's stomach.
Lovino jumped backward, the knife managing to land a shallow wound, the blood not showing very much on his clothing. He let out a small whimper, but he didn't make much more of a sound than that.
Antonio smirked and jumped onto a stone bench, lunging at the other, knife aiming right at the Italian's head. Lovino ducked, grabbing onto Antonio's arm to dodge the knife. "The fuck! Why do you want my family though?"
Antonio chuckled and slashed at the Italian's side, jumping back. "Why not? It's fun." Lovino yelped in pain when his side was slashed at. The wound was particularly deep, so he grabbed at it to keep the bleeding to a minimum. This caused the Spaniard to smirk and lick the blood from the blade.
"Y-you fucking bastard.." Lovino panted slightly and ran toward the man again, attempting to stab at Antonio's chest. The stab made contact, but not too terribly deep. Antonio groaned in pain and gripped his chest, pulling his hand away to see it covered in blood. "Not bad kid."
Lovino jumped back and shivered slightly. He hated having to draw blood from people. "Why don't you give up already?"
"Because I still have a mafia to conquer." His eyes narrowed and he slowly moved closer to the other. He raised his knife and threw it at Lovino's chest.
((This is where I end it for now. Comments and responses make me want to update faster.))