" who's the girl?" The man asked motioning his eyes  over to me.

I shook my leg under the table feeling nervous. Where is this place ? And who are these people with us

Was he planning of selling me of to them?

" Did we come her for a fucking introduction party, or did we come to talk business " Costello almost yelled  raising an eye brow at the man that asked who I was

" hot headed like your father I see" the man chuckled signaling one of the his guards with a brief case " no wonder you're his least favorite child"

Least favorite child? Does he have a brother?

No what's more important is whether his brother is just like him or not.

The brief case hit the table and I jumped off the loud sound it made, I was in no state to be sitting here with a whole bunch of men with guns.

Feeling the movement of Costello I looked down under the table to see that he had took out his gun. " holy shit" I yelled in my head looking back up the the Spanish guys.

The man open the brief case turning it to face Costello.  My eyes widen, it was filled with cash.

" One hundred million dollars" the man smiled looking over to me then back at Costello " and all you have to do is surrender"

Smirking Costello looked around the room " why are you waisting my time"

Hearing his strong accent  kinda sorta got me turned on, I mean, I know he isn't American so I guess I'll just have to try and remember where I heard the accent from.

" I assure you Mr Costello, I'm most defiantly not wasting your time" the man replied as he signaled the man with another brief case.

" how about four hundred million dollars " the man bargained raising an eye brow.

" let me get something clear " Costello got up from the chair

Immediately the guards for the Spanish man started pointing their guns a him.

" I didn't come here for you're money, and I certainly didn't come here to play point the gun at the don "

Don?  Is he calling himself a don?

Is he in the mafia along with these men?

My heart started to race and I sat upright in my chair praying to god in my head.

" face it Mr Costello, you're out numbered " the man smirked getting up from his chair " its just u and the bitch "

" your wife is a bitch " was what I wanted to say but, I'm not ready to die.

I looked around the room and saw some tiny red dots  shining from the window at the men. Each men practically had eight dots on their suits.

" you see that's were you're wrong Mr Russell" Costello smirked as the men looked down at their clothes. 

" let's just talk trough this" Mr Russell surrendered motioning his arms for his man to lower their guns.

" I don't have time to talk" Costello respond calmly " you come here to my city and threaten my members? You're a fucking dead man " he continued  shooting the man right between the eyes.

With his blood splashing on the clear glass windows I jumped from the loud sound the gun made.

" oh my god" I yelled pushing away the chair from the table wiping some of the blood that spilled on my shirt.

I then looked over to Costello seeing that he was smirking" get him the hell out of my office" he yelled as the Spanish men took the dead guy out quickly.

Breathing heavily, Costello looked at me with blood splashed all over his face "lets go shall we" he smiled as he reached for my hand.

I had no choice but to take his offer, I mean the guy just killed someone without mercy.

We both walked out, the skinny blonde girl met Costello with a towel.

" Job well done sir " the woman smiled when he took to towel wiping his face.

"This bitch is just as crazy as him"  I thought to myself swallowing heavily.

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