His Mafia Prince

(JERICHO)

I’m in Miles’ study, seated on his desk, my feet on top of the table with an unlit cigar in my mouth. I’m doing my best to play the tough mafia boss, but the truth is that I have a headache that wants to split my head in half. I just want to go take a shower and maybe get a manicure later. Instead, here I am stuck on the phone, trying to get one of the guys to do his job.

"Tito, I’m telling you for the umpteenth time, the crane operator put the container where it’s going to be inspected next weekend. That was the best that he could do." I shout. "What that means is that you should get the cars out of that container before tomorrow. How many times do you want me to tell you?"

"Sir," Tito’s voice whines nervously over the line. "I’ve been working the entire week and zi promised my lady that I would take her dancing on Friday. Can’t we push the unloading to next week?"

"No. The cargo can’t sit in the dock any longer. We risk the port police discovering it already."

"Get the guy you bribed to move it to another spot."

"You’re not listening to me, Tito. You have to get the cars out of that container on Friday, as in tomorrow. I’m not bribing the crane operator just to push the shift tomorrow because you want to take your lady dancing. Are you crazy? Okay, let’s do this. How about I take the original bribe amount out of your pay because you’re pissing me off? Huh?"

’N...no need for that, Sir." He sighs repeatedly. "Hey, Sir, what if we let Tony handle the shipment?"

"He isn’t in the city."

"There surely must be someone else."

"No. Miles gave the order that he wants you to handle it." Irritation begins to bubble through me at the fact that he is arguing and not listening to me. This is why I loathe these port jobs. I have to work with lazy men like Tony that just want to earn without doing the actual job. The only advantage since I started working with Miles is that Sasha has been nagging me less. That’s a win and I will take it.