Chapter 13
Davide
While it was hard, I put the incident with Papà and mother in the furthest corner of my mind. When I said I was done with it, I meant that shit. I will continue to do things as I always have, visiting Momma Calista and Brat once a month and spending time with mother while I was home.
My loving parents were blowing up my phone so bad I eventually had to cut it off.
I had nothing else to say, plus, I was trying to enjoy lunch with India, and they were interrupting it.
India tried to talk about what happened, but I told her the rest of the day was about us.
So, for the next hour or so, we laid together under one of the large shade trees while India massaged my scalp with her nails as we told each other our deepest and darkest secrets.
I was so relaxed from her massage that I almost fell asleep until Ventura cleared his throat, causing me to open my eyes.
“Mi dispiace interromperla, signore, ma il signor Angelo ha chiamato la linea principale affermando che doveva parlare subito con lei. Ha detto di chiamarlo il prima possible. (I’m sorry to interrupt, sir but Mr. Angelo has called the main line stating he needed to speak with you at once.
He said to call him as soon as possible)”
Shit, Angelo. Dealing with Papà and mother’s shit, I turned off my cellphone, forgetting he would be calling with information about Okoye and Nelson.
“Grazie, Ventura. (Thank you, Ventura)” I tell him before he walks away.
I sit up, pulling my phone out then turning it on. India closes her eyes as she lays her head on my lap. Pulling up my contacts, I find Angelo’s number then hit dial. While stroking India’s hair, I wait for him to answer. He quickly picks up.
“Boss, they’re on the move, and we found the guns!” He blurts out.
“Where?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but Okoye and his people are getting ready to fly back to Miami to meet up with that Nelson guy. He set up a deal to sell Nelson half the guns and take the rest back with him. The guns are located in a warehouse outside the city limits and are heavily guarded.”
That mother fucker! He steals my shit, and now he was going to try and flip them for a profit. Not if I can fucking help it.
“How did you find this out, Angelo?” I ask as India sits up watching me.
He laughs. “Let’s just say it wasn’t easy.
I was able to hack into Okoye’s cell and traced the numbers he’s called within the last twenty-four hours.
The two that stood out the most was Nelsons and one to a warehouse.
Me being the computer genius I am, I got an aerial view of the warehouse and saw one of the crates with your fake shipping number branded on the side.
Next, I had a couple of our enforcers in Miami snatch up one of Nelson’s men.
They had a nice chat with him if you know what I mean.
Anyway, that’s how I found out about the deal.
They’re supposed to meet at the warehouse at eight o’clock tomorrow evening.
I checked Okoye’s flight schedule, and he and his men are leaving at five o’clock tomorrow morning.
They have about a twelve-hour flight before they get there around five-ish tomorrow evening. ”
It was almost three now, and if we left soon, we could get there before them and scope out the warehouse. “Pack up your shit and meet us at the jet in an hour and a half.”
“Already ahead of you, boss. I knew you would want to make a move on this once you found out.” Angelo states.
“Good, I’ll see you there. I’m about to call Piero.” I tell him before ending the call.
“What’s going on, Davide?” India asks, placing her hand on my forearm.
“Your father has set up a meeting with Nelson to sell him my guns. He’s leaving tonight to fly to Miami. Me and my men are leaving soon to get there before he does.”
“I’m coming with you.” She states, standing.
“No, you’re not!” I stand then stare down at her.
She places her hands on her hips. “I said I’m going with you, Davide, and it’s not up for debate. Now, you can stand here and argue with the wind, wasting time, or you can come with me to pack a bag so we can head to the airport.”
I stood there, hawking at her ass as she turned on her heels, and walked away from me. I chuckled as I pulled up Piero’s number to call him. I was going to have to punish her later for bossing up on me like that even though that shit was sexy as hell.
Less than two hours later, we were on my jet headed to Miami.
Since it was last minute, I couldn’t hire a stewardess to replace Matilda, so it was every man for himself.
India decided to go in back to the bedroom and take a nap.
I would have loved to curl up with her, but I needed to go over everything with my men.
Piero, Angelo, Victor, Giuseppe, and Nicco sat in the seats around me.
“What are we doing first, boss? Are we heading straight to the warehouse, or are we going to the condo to drop India off then go?” Piero asks, studying the map of the warehouse Angelo printed out.
India will probably want to argue about having to stay at the condo until I returned, but she would have to get over it. There will be times I’ll let her have her way, but others she’ll have to listen to her man and know that the choices I make are to keep her safe and out of harm’s way.
“We’ll go to the condo so I can make sure India safe, then we’ll go to the warehouse,” I replied, picking up the surveillance pictures Angelo was also able to get.
From what I could see, I’d estimate there being about ten men posted up outside the warehouse.
I couldn’t tell how many there were on the inside.
Then there’s the fact of Okoye and Nelson bringing their men to add to the equation.
“Piero, our men in Miami, are going to be ready, right?”
“Snaps and his people ready, boss. Just waiting on your call.” He confirms.
“Good because we don’t know how many men those two assholes will be bringing with them,” I state, just as my cell begins to ring. Looking at the screen, I sigh when I see it was papà. I stand and walk to the back of the jet then take a seat in one of the empty chairs.
“Hey, Papà,” I greet.
“Figlio, why have you been ignoring my calls?”
“I wasn’t ignoring your calls, Papà. I had my phone turned off because I was trying to spend time with my woman.”
“Your woman?! Have I met this woman?” He questions.
I chuckle. “No, you haven’t, but you will soon.”
He lets out a small laugh but goes silent. “Listen, figlio, I’m sorry about earlier.”
“There’s nothing to apologize about, Papà. You all choose to live your lives that way, and that’s fine. I don’t want to sound heartless about it, but I really don’t feel like talking about it right now. I’m on my way to Miami to take care of that problem I was having.”
And just like that, he switched from Papà mode to Don. He asked what I had learned. I told him about Okoye meeting Nelson in Miami to sell the guns. Papà listened as I relayed to him my plan to get the guns back, plus dealing with those pricks.
“It sounds like you have everything planned out, figlio. If you have any problems, call me or your sister, and we’ll get there as soon as we can.”
“Thank you, Papà. I’ll keep that in mind, but me and my men will take care of it. Speaking of my men, I need to finish going over the plan with them. I’ll call you when we touch down.”
“Of course, figlio.” He responds. “Davide, be careful.”
“I will, Papà. Love you.”
“I love you too.” He echoes before ending the call.
After hanging up, I put my phone back in my pocket and returned to the front.
We spent the next two hours going over the plan I came up with in detail.
Piero had some excellent ideas that I thought would benefit us also.
Once we were set, I told them I was going to get some rest since we had a few more hours to go.
Nicco and the other two decided to play a hand of cards, while Piero gave me a mischievous smile before heading to the minibar.
India was under the covers when I entered the room. In complete awe of her beauty, I stood there, admiring the angel in my bed.
“Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to come take a nap?” Her semi-muffled voice asks.
Well, I guess she wasn’t asleep. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and climbed into bed with her. She lets out a sigh when I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me.
“Get some rest, Davide. You have a busy day ahead of you.” She murmurs. I kiss her shoulder, before falling asleep.
I woke up much later to find myself in the bed alone. I got up and went into the bathroom to take a piss, then handle my hygiene. After putting on fresh clothes, I went to the main area to find India serving my men's food.
“What are you doing?” I ask, taking the plate she was about to give Victor from her hand.
“We were hungry, there was food in the galley, so I warmed us up something to eat.” She answers, trying to take the plate from me. I raise it over my head, out of her reach.
“If they’re hungry, they can fix their own damn food.” I hiss, staring at them. Piero and the others turn their head from my displeased look.
“Look, your royal Don, I’m not serving anybody.
You can warm up two meals in that futuristic microwave.
I was hungry, and so were they, bimbette isn’t here so...
” she shrugs her shoulders. “Look, if we are going to give this thing between us a try, then your men are my men, and if they’re hungry, I’m going to feed them.
I don’t see it as serving them but as making sure our men are ready mentally and physically for what they are about to walk into.
A hungry man can’t focus on the task at hand. ”
Seeing her logic, I lower the plate. She takes it and passes it to Victor.