A/N: This is short & sweet to understand more of the dynamic between Sam & his father. In case some of you forgot the face claim for Mr. Dwight Evans is Charlie Hunanm aka Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy (FINE ASF)! Thank you for those understanding of my authors note last chapter! This is for y'all!

Chapter 9

Location: Abandoned Warehouse in Southwest Lima

Sam stands against the wall, arms folded next to his father's men as he watches Dwight order the supplier to dip his finger in the brick to taste the newest supply of cocaine for purity.

Questa è una stronzata! Is all Sam could think because he had no reason to be here. But, in typical passive aggressive manner, Dwight Giuseppe Evans is trying to put Sam in his place. He's still the Don. First in Command not Sam. Yet.

What makes this even worse was all his men weren't there;which was deliberate. Coincidentally, Puck and Mike were in Atlanta to deal with the scumbag Anthony Rashad, who was stealing hundred of money from their strip clubs they use for money laundering. Something that some of his father men could deal with but no he sent Puck and Mike. Years of intimidation, mind games and just bullshit. Sam is over it. Being here, watching this kiddie shit was a waste of time.

The supplier grimaces as he tastes the cocaine. It wasn't pure. Dwight smashes the suppliers head on the table.

"Please… please don't kill me. Please don't kill me!"

The supplier cries as he shakes against the table under Dwight's tight grip.

"It seems we have a problem, don't we?"

"I s-swear boss, we didn't mix it with anything, I don't know what - ".

BOOM

The man was silenced by a bullet piercing his skull. Joseph tucks the gun back in his pocket.

"é a ghlanadh"

Dwight says to his men as he walks over to a highly irritated Sam ready to leave.

"Well, that was anticlimactic, when did you start to make murderso boring, Pa? What happened to playing with the kill, Ifreann, you could've shoved the botch cocaine in his mouth to make it worth me being here."

"Salvatore, I don't share your childish enjoyment for playing with toys. There was a problem and I ended it then and there."

"Togha, but who is our new supplier going to be? We need to have enough by the time we meet with Colombians for our guns."

"You don't need to worry about that. Monty's suppliers can help plus their affiliation with the Colombians. What we need to do is weedle out all the rats that are working for St. James under our noses."

"Guess you should be thanking me then, Papà. My commitment to this fucked up arrangement is the only reason you're benefiting from this fucking alliance! Mise! I'm fucking 27 years old! I'm not a piccolo figlio. I don't appreciate being tested and subordinated by you when you know I'm capable of taking over this shit. Why am I even here, if you already have everything in order! I'm not a little bitch you can drag around when we have an operation to plan but yes, I am suffering and it all because of you!"

Dwight chuckles at Sam's tirade before speaking to him in a very condescending tone.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you, figlio, know your place. I brought you into this world. I taught you everything you know. This is not suffering. You're living in a multi-million villa with a beautiful donna and an ever-growing empire to inherit. Seachas (besides), I made the fucking deal, I accepted Monty's call for alliance, not you. The only contribution you are making, son, is not sticking your dick in every pussy that walks by. How is Mercedes by the way? I hope you've gotten your act together and started reining her in."

Sam's blood was rushing through his veins as he clenched his fists. His father was a goddamn bastard and he always regretted when he forgot it.

"Well, I only interacted for like 10 minutes because you demanded me to be here. So I guess, she's fine"

"I hope you fool her into falling in love with you or she'll make your life hell."

"Like Father, like son then. Isn't that what you did with Ma? Get her to fall blindly in love with you and as far away from the scene in a fucking safe house to make her ignorant to what really going on? To make her afraid of me? I don't think that's going to work, nor-'

CRACK

Before Sam could finish, Dwight punches him in the jaw before he could finish. It took everything in Sam not to hit him back but he wasn't stupid. No matter how old his father gets, he would be dead before he could start swinging.

Dwight pulls Sam up by his collar and looks directly in his eyes.

"I'm done with your little tirade. You keeping running your mouth and your fucking attitude. I love your Mamma very much, she is all I have ever wanted and need. She knows exactly what's going on and I don't need to hide her away! Thats her own fucking choice. She knows her place and plays her role well. This is an arrangement. What you need to do is , refocus your anger and get that Jones' girl under your control. Get her to do what to do whatever you want without even a question. She is the key to the Jones Cartel, you better not fuck this up!."

Dwight lets go of Sam's shirt before heading towards the exit of the warehouse with his men following behind him.

This isn't over Pa, not even close. Sam stands in the warehouse all alone, still clenching fists as he glares at the exit. His father better watch out because soon it won't be just St. James on his hit list.

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Thoughts?

Translate Words (Italian/Irish)

Questa è una stronzata! -this is some bullshit

piccolo figlio (little boy)

é a ghlanadh" - clean it up

Togha - fine

Mise - me

Seachas- besides

Ifreann- Hell