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Each of their heads bobbed up and down.
“Clean this shit up. All of it.” I turned on my heels, and walked toward the exit being sure to holler at Keem on my way out giving him very clear instructions on how to handle the remaining men, and their blocks.
Once in the car, I pulled out my phone and dialed Samuel’s number. He picked up on the second ring.
“I’m heading back to New York for a while.”
There was a pause at the other end. I could hear Samuel shifting at the other end of the line.
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah.” I watched the city pass by through the window. “Operations are running smooth. Orlando’s been ghost for weeks. And I’m leaving Keem to keep an eye on things while I’m away.”
“You trust Keem to handle things without you?”
I didn’t have to think twice about my answer. Keem could handle anything, and was more equipped than anyone in my personal circle to keep an eye on the shit for me. Besides he would be handling Donatelli business solely.
“Absolutely. If Orlando surfaces, Keem will know what to do.”
Samuel went quiet for a moment.
“There’s nothing left for me here. I came to secure your territory and build our alliance. Place my roots. Mission accomplished.”
Another pause. I could almost see Samuel nodding at the other end.
“How long you thinking?”
“Few months, maybe longer. Depends on what comes up back home.” I shifted in my seat, mentally preparing for my return back home. “But the alliance stays solid. This is just me expanding my focus.”
“Fair enough. You did what you said you’d do down here.” His tone was respectful. “Keep me in the loop if anything major shifts up north.”
“Always. And Samuel?” I watched the Atlanta skyline come in closer as we approached the cluster of hotels. “If Orlando decides to test the limits while I’m gone, Keem’s got full authority to handle it however he sees fit.”
“Understood. Safe travels, Teo.”
I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket. Atlanta had served its purpose. I’d proven myself, strengthened the alliance, and built something that could run without me. Now it was time to focus on what came next.
The Donatelli empire and becoming the man worthy of Ayanna Reed.
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Teo Donatelli
Present Day
“If you are going to beg, the least you can do is make it worth my while.” I smirked at the man stupid enough to threaten my future wife. As if I would ever allow anyone to ever place a finger on her and live to get away with it.
Five years of peace. Five years of Yanna living free from danger. A full year before I was supposed to fully claim her as mine. And someone had finally grown bold enough to try to test me. Using her of all people. It was a death wish.
“Tell me, was that the same hand you planned on touching my wife with?” I asked, studying the blade in my hand, as I watched his severed finger hit the floor and the beads of sweat dripping down his face.
“Teo, man. You have to believe me.” He shook his head vigorously. “Please.... please...please...” His sobs broke into choppy, incoherent pleas. All of his begging and pleading fell ondeaf ears. My knife was already slicing through a different joint and his blood curdling screams were music to my ears.
“Should’ve thought about that before thinking of touching something that doesn’t belong to you.” I told him as I wiped the crimson colored blade on his clammy and sweat stained shirt.”Now... who sent you?” I snarled, jabbing my blade into freshly open wound near his collar bone.
“I don’t know.”
“Not good enough.” I twisted the blade again, making him scream.
