Chapter 3

　　Alonzo had managed to steal an important chip from the billionaire CEO and mafia boss with the help of a mole.

　　"Speak!"

　　"I–I do-dont …know."

　　Nero smirked.

　　"Okay, Alonzo. Tell me where my chip is, and I'll let you go," he promised with a charming smile, in a bid to look sincere.

　　Nero noticed the reaction of his guards and rolled his eyes. Why didn't anyone have some faith in him?

　　"You-you…would re-really let me g-go?" He asked hopefully. Nero was disgusted at his gullibility and weakness.

　　"Come on Alonzo, you should have some faith in me."He replied in false sincerity.

　　"Okay."

　　He whispered the location weakly to Nero, but he had no reaction at his revelation. At that same moment, a guard pushed a trolley that contained some gloves and scalpel into the room.

　　Alonzo's only eye widened. He was being played all along by the golden eyed devil.

　　"You knew all along?"

　　Nero laughed loudly.

　　"Of course I knew. Do I look like an idiot to you?"

　　Alonzo cried in anguish as Nero put on the gloves, and picked up the scalpel. Madness danced in his eyes as he approached Alonzo with the shining metal.

　　"This might hurt a bit, sweetheart," he warned, and drove the scalpel into the older man's upper abdomen. Alonzo's agonising screens rang loudly into the night.

　　A few minutes later, Nero stepped out of the building, looking very spick and span. You would never imagine that he had just gutted a man a few minutes ago to retrieve his missing chip.

　　"Burn it to the ground," he gestured to the building.

　　"Si capo."

　　(Okay,capo)

　　He got into the car and the driver sped off towards his hotel. His mission of coming to America had been taken care of. Damn he was really craving something sweet right now.

　　And where the fuck was Nico?

　　BACK AT NERO'S PENTHOUSE

　　"Here's your pastries, capo," Nico said, placing the platter before Nero, as the latter glared at him.

　　"Where have you been, Nico? I was beginning to think that you might be dead in a gutter somewhere," he sneered.

　　Nico knew how annoying and irritating the little devil could be, they had grown up together.

　　Nico swallowed the profanities at the tip of tongue, and said instead. "I was looking for a cafe to get your supply of d–"

　　Nero's eyes narrowed slowly, golden eyes daring him to complete the word.

　　Nico's stoic grey eyes were as impassive as ever, even as he changed his mind about completing that word. He still felt the phantom pain of burning from the last time Nero had made him drink an entire large bottle of hot sauce for calling his snacks, diabetes.

　　That little demon.

　　"—daily dessert," he completed.

　　Nero grinned triumphantly, and dug into the orange vanilla cake before him. The delicacy was well received by his palate and he nodded in approval.

　　"How did it go with Alonzo?" Nico asked, although he knew that it was surely a success.

　　"I retrieved the chip, and sent him off to the pearly gates."

　　Nero had a sweet tooth. The little demon was really an enigma. A ruthless mafia boss that did not drink or smoke. He picked his poison and it was sweets, and the other was his shameless womanising, or debauchery as Nico called it.

　　"You have a zoom meeting with the directors of all the companies tomorrow, so we can roundup and leave for Sicily soon." Nico informed his boss, and Nero merely nodded.

　　Nico was about to exit the room, when Nero asked. "Where did you get this?"

　　"A little cafe somewhere around."

　　"This is awesome," His eyes sparkled with satisfaction like a child that discovered a stash of candies.

　　The girl had been telling the truth, Nico mused.

　　"I want some more tomorrow,"he announced, eyes narrowed threateningly at Nico, daring him to object.

　　God give him patience to deal with this boy.

　　"Sure, capo."

　　Nero smiled triumphantly, dimpled cheeks flashing. Nico was about to leave when a guard walked in, and bowed to Nero.

　　"Buonasera Capo. Miss Marena is here to see you."

　　(Good evening)

　　"Sul serio , Nero?" (Seriously)

　　"I don't play games with my business,Marena."

　　Marena pouted. "I've been here since last night, and you have not given me your full attention," she complained bitterly.

　　She wanted to shut the damned device and drag him to bed, but she knew that he wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet in her head.

　　Marena moaned at the sight of him and what his hands, mouth, and the other part of him that she was obsessed with could be doing to her right now.

　　She had to take action. Thank God, she came prepared.

　　Nero was wild in bed, and had quite the stamina. But when it came to his business, and the mafia— the whore and stud in him disappeared.

　　Well, not today.

　　There in the kitchen, with a cold pitcher of pineapple juice in front of her, she poured all the contents of the vial of aphrodisiac,instead of two drops as directed. She couldn't wait to have him go mad and devour her.

　　Thirty minutes later, Marena stomped out of the suite to join her friend in the club,the pitcher of juice still untouched. If he was going to be a bore, then she was going to catch her fun elsewhere. Maybe when she got back, he would be nice and ready for her.

　　A little after she left, the golden eyed don filled the glass from the pitcher, and downed the entire contents to quench his thirst, before continuing with his work.

　　Olivia needed to hurry and pick up her luggage, and Lulu, before leaving. She was setting the tray of hot orange vanilla cake on the counter when that same stranger from the other day walked in.

　　Nico's grey eyes scanned the small cafe until he found the girl he was looking for behind the counter. He watched her expression change from recognition to curiosity as he approached her.

　　"Good afternoon, sir. What would you have today?"