Chapter XXI: Burn Georgi Fredo

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Chapter XXI: Burn Georgi Fredo

Gathering all of my men I set up a sit down. I wanted to have a talk before we stepped into Georgi's territory. The fucking pig believed he could run shit better than me.

It blew my fucking mind away that he'd even try to pull some shit like this. What the fuck was he going to gain by taking Dante?

It wasn't a fucking secret that I was angry that Donnie got to Dante first. What kind of shit was that?

That shit had me seething. Not to mention the fact that I found a number of pigs posted up right outside of my fucking building. It was like they were asking for death. How much stupider could someone get?

Interrupting my thoughts, Freda stepped into the room carrying a stack of paper in his hands.

" We gathered all of the bodies." He stated, walking up to my desk and crossing his hands in front of him.

Sighing, I spun away from him to stare out the window that took up three walls of my office.

" What do we do with bodies, Freda?" I asked him, as I folded my hands over my stomach.

For a moments pause, I waited for Freda to give me an answer.

He caught on, cackling behind me.

" We're going to be shipping those fuckers home, aren't we?" He asked amused, shuffling behind me to put the bunch of papers on my desk.

" Freda, I fucking love you-" I chortled, turning around to give Freda the proper instructions.

" I want you to send them back to Harlem. Make sure you write a 'little love letter' to Gerogi. I imagine he's dreading to hear from me. " I smirked, as he leaned forward and grabbed a pen from the pen stand and grabbing a piece of paper.

" Write, 509." I ordered. Rubbing my chin between my fingers.

" What the fuck is 509?" Freda asked me. A smirk grew on my lips as I rose from the chair. Buttoning my suit and fixing the cuffs of my sleeves.

" 509 is you" I simply said as I leaned back into my chair and looked out the window. My gaze got stuck on a tree that wasn't to far from the window in my office.

It was so damned annoying having to see that shit everyday.
" And get some-fucking-body to take that fucking tree down!" I snapped, to his receding back as he walked out of my office. I went back to staring out the window, imagining all the possible ways I could destroy Georgi Fredo.

"Anhel!" A voice shouted down the hallway.
Sighing, I looked away from the window. Feeling a heavy weight sit in my chest, right before Loni came kicking in the door.

" Anhel, the pig is ambushing." He wheezed, his native tongue completely throwing off his English as he exhaustedly leaned against the doorframe.

Just seconds after he got out his words a loud bang sounded outside. Shaking everything inside of my office and even moving the ground.

" Those fucking ass pipes never get the message." I chortled, before I dug into my suit and pulled out my gun.
" Get every man on fucking post!" I ordered, shooing him out of my office.

"I am sick and tired of these fucking daffodils polluting my fucking garden." I growled. Walking out of my office and calmly walking down the hall.

If any of them knew better they wouldn't get in my way.

" You go in from there." I heard Vito's voice, as I turned a corner of the hallway.

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" Vito, don't sneak up on them." I said amusedly.

From the corner of his eye, Vito gave me a dirty look. I mustered the same glare and crouched down to his squatting form.

" If you want the job done, you have to kill them. Not sneak up on them." I told him, patting his back and rising to my height.

" Take care of these ass bags." I said to him, looking over my shoulder as something thudded somewhere down the west hallway.

Kneeing down to Vito as he pushed bullets into his gun, I draped my arm around his shoulder and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Vito turned to look at me, an annoyed look gracing his face as he snarled.

" We're going to give these fucking pigs a hell of a time." I said, rising once again and walking towards the west hallways. Following the direction in which the thud came from.

With my gun in hand, which rested in my pocket. I skipped my ass down that west wing. I was beyond ecstatic. I mean it wasn't often someone dared to evade my privacy.

It left a sickening yet, exciting feeling in my body. My hands shook with anticipation as I finally caught the source of the thud. Just three inches from my expensive shoes, a body lay still on the ground. One of the statues, aligned either side of the hallway, seemed to have found itself holding this fucking pig under its body mass of 300.

" This is sad." I commented, as I pulled up my pants and squat down to examine the lifeless corpse.

With two fingers, I placed them on the neck of the body. No pulse.

" Caesar? Of all the most expensive artifacts, you chose fucking Caesar? I mean sure he was great and all, but Caesar ." I joked as I shook my head at the dead pig.

Serves him right. He had it coming the moment he declared war on me.

Becoming bored, I left the dead corpse and wandered to the east of the hallway. That was where most of the commotion came from.

A round of bullets rang throughout the entire estate. If this estate ended up the same way as my first, there would be a big problem.

Anger took over my being as I marched toward the direction the sound had came from.

I swore to the heaven above. That if any of these fucking animals broke anything, it would be their worst nightmare. I don't mean that just to seem big. It would be their most terrifying nightmare.

" Ahh!" I yelled as I took the end of my gun and connected it to the back of a pigs head. Under my wrist the bone cracked, causing the pig to fall lifeless to the ground.

If I hadn't noticed his slimy assin the study it would have been a problem being as though he could have stolen personal information.

I acted on impulse and quickly snatched my gun out of my pocket.

I breathed out my nose and pushed some of the hairs that came out during that moment.

" You didn't even give him a chance to notice you." I heard a voice say behind me. This fucking guy.

Cracking my neck, I shook my shoulders before turning around to stare at the fucking pansy himself.

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