Chapter 2 A Surprise

Lucas Morelli's POV: "Lucas, remember, the area around Neda District must not be lost to the Morelli family!" My dad, the mafia don, had always treated me as his heir. Of course, he didn't hide it at all when talking to his subordinates. I was to be the next mafia don. But I was still young and needed more experience, so he handed the negotiation for Neda District's management to me. If I succeeded in securing the management rights for Neda District, his former subordinates would fully submit to me. Those cunning foxes knew that the management rights for Neda District were being negotiated with the Lambert family, and this family was not an easy opponent. I had heard that years ago, they didn't want the Morelli family to have a mafia don, so they sent assassins to kill my parents. My mother tragically died from a gunshot, while my dad was lucky enough to survive. He loved my mother deeply, and after her death, he seemed to have died along with her, passing most of the tasks on to me. "Lucas Morelli, you want the management rights for Neda District? Fine. But you either pay fifty million, in cash or by check, or you drink all the liquor on the table." The representative from the Lambert family spoke arrogantly. The Lambert family chose Crown Hotel as the venue for the negotiations. No one knew that Crown Hotel was my turf. I wasn't as flashy as my dad. Over the years, I had kept a low profile, no matter what I did. Because to me, staying low-key made handling things easier. I looked at the table full of over twenty bottles of high-proof alcohol. If I drank all of them, my stomach would certainly burst. "The Lambert family, huh." Stefano, sitting beside me, sneered. He was my trusted subordinate, only taking orders from me. His actions often represented my stance. Stefano Miller kicked over the table, smashing most of the bottles, filling the room with the smell of liquor. "Hey, Stefano, why are you so hot-tempered? Calm down, we're at a negotiation table. Please mind your manners." I pretended to scold Stefano, but everyone knew I was covering for his rudeness. If the mafia really wanted to discipline someone, a simple scolding wouldn't suffice. Stefano shrugged, rolled his eyes, and half-heartedly apologized, "Sorry." "Hmph, looks like the Morelli family doesn't want to negotiate anymore. The terms I've offered are easy for you to fulfill, but you don't want to do it." The representative from the Lambert family said and was about to get up and leave. The subordinates waiting by the door pulled out guns and pointed them at the Lambert family members. "I'm different from my dad. He always used guns to solve problems immediately, but I prefer to give time for peaceful negotiation. But you don't appreciate this peaceful time." As soon as I finished speaking, a gunshot rang out. Stefano had shot and killed the representative from the Lambert family. Once the representative was dead, the remaining Lambert family members didn't dare to say anything more. They tried to resist, but the door to the hotel room opened, and more guns were aimed at them. Before the negotiations, they probably thought I was a young, inexperienced fool who could be easily pushed around. ... "Congratulations, Lucas! Your dad can finally rest easy now," Stefano and a few of my other trusted subordinates celebrated with champagne. That night, we drank heavily, and Stefano and his friends even brought in some bar girls to help celebrate my rise to the head of the Mafia. D*mn it, these guys actually started to f*ck those women in front of me. I didn't want to participate in their group sex. I was a little tired from drinking, and now I just wanted to go back to the hotel room to take a good shower and sleep. "Go ahead," Stefano whispered in my ear, "I know what you like. I've prepared a surprise in your room. I'm sure you'll love it." When I walked into the dim room and was about to lie down to rest, I knew what the surprise Stefano was talking about was. "Stefano, you b*stard." My night vision is very good. In the dark environment, I can vaguely see the woman lying on my bed rubbing her big breasts with one hand and masturbating with the other hand between her legs, moaning softly. "F*ck!" The moaning sound like a newborn kitten made my penis swell rapidly.