Chapter 70 STRIP OR BE STRIPPED

Chapter 70 STRIP OR BE STRIPPED
ROBERTO

A time where I bring together dangerous men from all over….

To feast, drink and fuck to stupor.

That time is this night. A time where I get to kill a human like meat al in the name of making merry.

But this time around, it wasn't just anybody but my stepbrother.

The fucker who is trying everything so he can just to be like me. 

Tonight is gonna be a fulfilled night for me. I stood at the center of the Upper Room, my arms widely spread as I inhaled the suspended enjoyment lying in the air just around the room.

“Drink and make merry, my men! You are all deserving of it,” I clamoured with open arms and a wide grin.

It was the early hours and the whole Room was already getting filled. 

“Boss….we have information that Lorenzo's car has been spotted right outside the mansion. He should be in here any minute from now,” one of men hurriedly whispered in my ears.

“Good…now join the groove. Its a made night for you and I!!” I exclaimed out of excitement.

I grabbed the champagne bottle sitting on one of the trays and gulped the liquid inside of it without any remorse.

I splashed the rest into the air and the music took over. 

“Roberto…..my man…always giving the best of parties. I must say, this is grand…but where the heck are the ladies?!” One of the underdogs, Liam the Venom, muttered as we exchanged a handshake.

“What's a party without the ladies? There is nothing to worry about. They girls are gonna storm the whole place soon. The party is one with structure and at a point…without structure,” I chuckled.

“I like that!!”

More men came trooping g in, each gang with its own men and in just a little bit, the Upper Room was filled.

I signaled to the DJ to stop the music.

My eyes browsed the entire room. I looked towards the no-go areas and found my men standing heavily on guard and I smirked.

Everything was exactly as I wanted.

But the cat wasn't yet in the bag. 

Lorenzo.

“Oh, great men, have your seats..and if you can't, maintain your position and look to my direction. This is where power resides!!!” I sid at the top of my voice.

“I know many of you are here to have fun. Some of you are here to witness the superiority of I, Roberto DeLuca through my parties and some are here to..I don't know….but whichever faction you belong to, one thing you should know…”

“....is, I, am the only…powerful, most feared, Mafia King in Sicily and nobody can change that!!”

With a loud tone, they all cheered at my words.

“This party is about the DeLuca Mafia, to my men, my guards, my maids, my loves, to every person who had sworn loyalty to the family…this is for you!!!” I raised my glass of champagne to the air.

“Cheers!!!”

Then a familiar voice rented the air in response, “Cheers, brother Roberto..”

I looked and right there was Lorenzo, standing with four black men surrounding him in a spacious circle.

“Wow…you are here already, Lorenzo….oh, gentlemen, please welcome my stepbrother, Lorenzo DeLuca…he has honored my invitation to he here amongst us this evening,” I spoke in a loud tone, drawing everyone's attention to where he stood.

It was intentional.

The plan was to spot his position and have a man snipe him out from above or stab him outright in the middle of an audience rush.

Lorenzo raised his glass and cheered from where he sat without a word.

Quite unlike him but then again, it was onky a matter of time. He wasn't one to keep quiet for too long. That, I was so certain of!

“Let the girls come in and let us all merry,” I shouted, signaling to the DJ to continue the music.

That same minute, I walked up to Lorenzo, with Marcus and Duder behind me.

Surprisingly, I was denied access to him as one of the security dude blocked the way.

I smirked…..”Hmmm…..I'm sure you know who is standing in front of you, boy!” I said to the bodyguard who was already sweating profusely out of fear.

Mafia King for a reason…

“I thought this was a party,” Lorenzo cleared the air as he came forward from his seat.

“There shouldn't be any special treatment..” he added.

Typical Lorenzo…always talking his way out of a closed up situation such as this very one.

“It is a party, brother and I must say, you are looking sharp. And your security detail?! Wow, I'm impressed, Lorenzo,” I applauded.

“Are you working for the government or these guys look pretty expensive for an hire,” I voice out loud amidst the loud music.

“Its none of your goddamn business, Roberto. At least, I ain't coming to you for anything. I built my way up!”

“Uhmmm….still…the guys really look like a golden catch. They are not Mafias. I'm interested..” 

“No, can't help. That reminds me, I was actually surprised you invited me. You heard something???”

I laughed….”No, there is nothing about you on the streets,” I said to get him agitated.

He was a proud motherfucker with absokute nothing. That makes me more curious as to how he has become so heavily guarded and suited up.

He clicked his tongue and smiled…..”You don't want to admit it…I know you are hearing about me. Well, it's all true..I'm a ruler too and I ain't small, Roberto,” he said and spat on the ground.

Duder leaned forward like he was going to throw a punch but I signaled for him to halt.

“Word on the street says you now have a you g girl you fucking imprisoned in this mansion of yours…the daughter of Salikov, our rival? Mean, I was so disappointed when I heard that…its so mid!” He said in an insultive tone.

I was about to respond when Marcus whispered to my ears….”Boss, the shooter can only get up there through your daughters room. They refused to open the door..”

“I will be there. Tell him to hold.”

“Lorenzo….you really have ears full, don't you?”

“I wish we could continue this conversation but right now, I have something to attend to…Meanwhile, I would like you to show you my meat for tonight..”

“Bring out the boy!!!” I shouted.

And my men dragged Jo out, naked and beaten mercilessly.

I looked back at Lorenzo and I could see the vexation on his face. He couldn't believe his eyes.

“H…how..how……..” he stuttered.

“Sure you know him, uhn?”

“He is gonna be performing for us tonight…”

I turned to Jo.

“Strip or be stripped, motherfucker!!!!”