30. Frankie Carbone...

Frankie Carbone had received the message that the Mafia Boss had sent to him through Lorenzo.

The old man had barged into Frankie's warehouse raving and ranting, clearly stating that either Frankie was just trying to set him up, or Frankie had a rat somewhere in his gang, and stated that it was the only way the Mafia Boss could have found out about their business.

"I f*cking do business Mr. DeLuca, I don't think you're that important to me that I will set you up, and I don't think the f*cking rat is from my side either. If there's a rat, then it's from your f*cking end." He just couldn't say a simple sentence with cursing and swearing, and his response angered the man beyond measure.

Lorenzo had walked out of there swearing and cursing, but not without delivering Boss's message to Frankie.

"I got the message, Boss." Frankie huffed, but even at that very moment, there were about thirty young girls laying on the ground bruised and beaten, ready to be auctioned at his next sale.

"I f*cking told you a hundred times, Romeo" He viciously slapped the man, who was at least two feet taller than him, stretching on his toe to be able to reach the man's head.

"do not touch their f*cking faces. Would you pay for this thing if you see it looking like this?" he pointed at a girl who looked nothing older than thirteen, her face was immensely swollen, like she had taken multiple blows to the face.

"I mean for heaven's sake, she looks like a f*cking rotten potatoe. That one looks like she hasn't been eating for centuries, that one looks like she's been holding in her gas, that one looks like she's being choked by a f*cking snake, that one looks like she just came out of the f*cking boxing arena." He angrily pointed at every one of them.

And the guy Romeo just stood there with his head down. "I pay you so much to take care of these f*cking witches, and I give you so much money to make them look presentable, so why the f*ck do they look like this?" he leapt up and slapped the man again simultaneously.

"Don't you know you're messing with my f*ckng money, huh? The uglier they look, the cheaper they are, but the neater and nicer they look, the more expensive they f*cking are, don't you get this simple concept? It's such a f*cking simple business concept, so why is it so hard for you to understand? Hey you! Bring me that f*cking bench." He points, and the young man runs and brings the bench, and he climbs atop it, so he could easily slap Romeo in the head.

" If you go to the market, and you want to buy a f*cking apple, and then you see a rotten apple, and a perfectly fine apple for the same price, which one would you pick??"

"Sir I..."

"Shut the f*ck up, you idiot." He slaps him again. "Of course you'll f*cking go for the better f*cking apple, why?? Because you f*cking like good things. That's exactly what this is... Who wants a rotten apple over a perfect one??" he lands another slap on the man's face.

"I don't mess with my f*Cking money! Romeo, you know I don't mess with my f*cking money, so why the f*ck are you messing with my f*cking money, you want me to take off your f*cking head, Romeo?"

"No sir,"

"Shut the f*ck up, I'm not done talking, you stupid piece of shit"

"Yes sir."

"I just f*cking told you to shut up." He slaps, and slaps the man again, as if he was trying to crack open his skull so he could make him understand.

"You're f*cking named Romeo, so I thought you'd be more understanding, but you don't seem to understand shit. If you're not gonna buy these witches from me, then at f*cking least, make them presentable for my motherf*cking buyers. The auction is just in two f*cking weeks, and my f*cking customers want to see perfect goods, not some f*cking broken and unattractive instruments. What the f*ck is wrong with you? You want me to f*cking kill you? You want me to kill you and auction your f*cking mother?"

" No sir,"

"Shut the f*ck up!" He slaps the man again. "you talk more than you think, and that's why you f*cking mess up. Learn to use your f*cking head instead of that mouth." He twists and slaps the man's mouth like rubber.

"I don't know how you're f*cking going to do it, but make sure these girls are looking presentable before the auction… well what are you f*cking waiting for? F*cking, help me get down from this thing. inutile!" He slaps him again, and the man holds onto his hands as he climbs down from the bench.

" Make sure you clean these witches up, or I swear, I'll f*cking sell your f*cking mother, and then I'll look into the f*cking future, and search for your future f*ckimg wife, and I'll f*cking sell her too, and for just ten f*cking Euros… Just ten fucking Euros, you get that?" He leapt and gave the man one last slap on the head again.

" That stupid motherf*cker thinks he can ruin my f*cking business, I'll f*cking, ruin him first. I'm this f*cking close to figuring out his real identity, huh, this f*cking close" he makes a gesture with his thumb and index finger to show how close he was. "And when I figure out who he is, Giuro su Dio, rovinerò quell'uomo, I will f*cking, ruin the man." He says, walking out, cursing and swearing at the top of his voice.