Mafia Justice

Sophia Peterson's POV


I sat in my desk chair looking over some files for a potential client, I was finally able to get focused when my phone rang,
The caller ID flashed *Do not answer* (Jayda)
I reluctantly answered, maybe she set my condo on fire, again...
"Hey, what's up? Everything okay?" I didn't hear anything but rough breathing on the other end.
"Jayda, I'm not in the mood for games, I've got a file to look over and you're kind of interrupting..."
"I'm hanging up now-"
"Okay- okay, well I was calling because I want to go clubbing tonight with a few other girls, you in?" I sigh and tap my pen on my desk thinking about it.
"Hmmm, maybe if you don't call me till I get off, and don't you have a client to get to today?" She squealed and I took the phone away from my ear quickly,
"I'm here now, ain't I? Actually, we're having a 15-minute recess, so why not call you? I thought," That got a small, tiny smile out of me. I love this girl with my entire heart.
"Right, right now, you got my answer and I'll see you after work"
"Right! See you after work, Sophia!"
I hung up and put my phone on silent, I got back to my work, hoping for no more interruptions, this guy was facing big charges over the distribution of firearms and a heavy quantity of money that was found on him, which is presumed to be the cash payment for said firearms.
I need to get this guy out and I don't plan on losing my first case yet.
Then, of course, my office door flew open, I looked up, meeting my father's grey eyes,
"Hey, princess" I grimace at him just wanting to get my fucking work done,
"Did you have to bust in? I mean you could have called, I have a very important case to work on-" Then he interrupted me, completely shutting down my statement.
"I tried but your phone was off and you don't need to worry about that case, you'll be taking this one,"
He threw a case file on my desk and sat on a chair in front of said desk.
I opened the file and the first thing I looked at was the picture in the left-hand corner, the man had jet black hair that was slick back to perfection, his reflective-like blue eyes seemingly peering into my soul even through a photo. His cheekbones were very defined and so was his jawline, he had a very thick clean beard cut to perfection as well. On his file, it stated he was 31, 6'6 and he was Italian and... Russian. Hmm, would not have guessed that-
My eyes then glanced at the name... hell no.
"Damian... De Luca?" My father shook his head animatedly, "You'll be taking over my job and working under the DeLuca family, defending them when they get on the law's bad side..."
I shook my head in disbelief, he's serious? He wants me to defend the De Lucas- like hell, his debt with them is not about to be put on me!
"Yeah... hell no." My father looked at me with irritation present in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that Dad! The debt that you have with them over some lame mistake 10 years ago, is not about to be brought on me!"
I shook my head, closed the case file, and pushed it away from me.
"Du wrist nicht so mit mir sprechen, junge Dame, Sie übernehmen für mich oder ich werde dafür sorgen, dass Sie Ihre Mutter nie wieder sehen!" (you will not speak to me in that manner young lady, you will be taking over for me or i will make sure you never see your mother again!)
I looked at him, mirroring his dead, almost lifeless eyes because of the lack of emotion he showed, except anger of course.
"You have not let me see my màmà in years. You sent me to Paris and you said I would see her when I got back... I have not seen her in 4 years. Where the hell is my mother, you can't use her against me." I said with my dead tone I had come to perfect.
He has manipulated me with the "privilege" of seeing my mom, she's my mother, even though they're not on good terms, that should not be enough reason to keep me from her. I didn't want to study law, I wanted to be an author, but my father's controlling and narcissistic ways forced me to study law against my wishes, I agreed to study abroad for 4 years, I had no choice. Since I returned, he's not allowed me to see my mother.
I've spoken to her over the phone, but that simply is not enough! I need my mother.
"You take the case, and I'll let you meet your mother tomorrow for lunch." I can't believe my mother married this fucking joke of a man.
"Fine." I slammed my hand on my desk and got up, I looked over the file, seeing everything from speeding tickets to drug trafficking, my father has gotten him and his father out of multiple run-ins with the law.
Scott free might I add, money talks and his reputation speaks even greater volumes. I am no different than him, he taught me everything I know about the law, every damn shortcut and way to persuade the judge to overlook something...
Since I started practicing law, I have not lost a case, in Paris, I did it on my own, by my clean means of getting people off without a hitch.
Here, in America, it's different. My father has hands in the courts and so do his clients, now not only do I have the brains to get people out clean and fair, but I have the corruption on my side as well.
I don't enjoy the corruption, but I have to work on my father's terms until he dies or I run, of course.
Anyway, I gather my things while my father explains to me that I'll be meeting them in 2 days, I agree knowing that saying no won't do shit.
"I have to go now, I'll see you in 2 days then." I walk to my door and hold it open for him to walk out. He nods and then, without as much as a thank you, walks out of my office and goes his own way.
"Fucking bastard"

Third person POV

Grunts of pain could be heard around the dimly lit damp dungeon-like room in the basement of the De Grassi villa.
Traveling down deep into the basement, you would find Damien De Luca beating a man to the brink of life.
He is accompanied by none other than his right hand, Dominic Vossi.
These two make a hell of a team, being friends since they were fairly young, they grew close as time passed, their friendship growing into a brotherhood.
"tell me what I fucking want to know Stephan," Damien said to the man that was chained by his wrists to the ceiling, to keep him standing. The man was beaten to a pulp, barely recognizable, all the blood and bruises decorating his exterior.
"I don't know shit-" the man coughed up blood, clearly internal bleeding starting to set in, affecting the man's coherence.
"Listen, Steve.. the quicker you tell us what we want to know, the sooner you can finally die... how does that sound?" Dominic asked in a taunting tone.
"Just- just tell me what you want to know!" The man begged, "I'll answer anything- just tell ME WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW!"
"Now we're getting somewhere, " Dom brought out a sharp knife and dragged it lightly against Stefan's torso, applying pressure every time he took a shallow breath.
"Why did you sell information about my drug routes to the Mexican cartel?" Damien questioned in an unnervingly calm tone.
In that moment, realization flashed through Stephan's eyes, he realized he'd been caught and knew his play of feigning ignorance was over.
And surprisingly quickly he began to spill his guts out.
"I have been loyal to this family for YEARS! Dedicated my life to this shit! But not once have I gotten in with the big guys! They've just got you fucking children running everything, ruining shit like you fucking reckless children do!"
Both Dominic and Damien stood there dumbfounded, what did the bastard expect? A fucking medal of Excellence?
"Your devotion and loyalty to the family should be payment enough, your LIFE should suffice not to mention the pretty fucking money you take home each week, not to mention your million dollar home!" Damien gave the 50-year-old man a right hook and with that, the man was out cold.
There is no space for greed against your own family, blood, not in this line of work. It infuriated Damien to the core, he expected more, what did he want? To become Don? Shit is laughable how ignorant these men can be.
"What a greedy fûck-" Dom announced while sharpening his knife, "what did he want? To become fucking Don? He's too worn out and anyway only blood can be appointed as Don he should know that shit!"
Damien remained quiet, thinking over what the man had said.
'How pathetic,' he thought as he brought out a bucket of ice-cold water for the man to be thrust into to revive consciousness.
"Here we go..." he said under his breath while dumping the ice-cold bucket of water on the old bat.
"I just wanted to have you awake and aware of when I kill you Steve boy," Damien said in a hauntingly calm and put-together voice.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, De Luca! You will fall! The De Luca empire will fall in your hands, I promise you that much! I'll see you in hell you fucking piece of-" Damien didn't let the man finish before he shot a 22 right into his head,
The blood splattering all over his face and the nice crisp white shirt.
"Oh hell, I wanted to hear the rest of his whining fratello, it was getting juicy" Dom snickered while putting the torture tools away,
"He was irritating me, his voice sounded like he had a cock lodged in his throat,"
Damien said it with a no-nonsense tone, Dom couldn't resist the urge to double over in amusement, clutching his stomach.
"You should be a fucking comedian!" He said, while wiping nonexistent tears from his eyes, he went to tap his fratello on the back but Damien moved away before he could touch him,
"Don't touch me." He said with a serious tone,
well, all of his tones were either frustrated or genuinely somber attitude.
"Right, forgot you can't stand the touch of others right?"
Stephanie nodded, not wanting to talk any longer, he turned on his heels and made his way out of the stuffy basement that now reeked of that familiar coppery crimson stench.
He retreated inside his home and out of the grungy basement. Only to be met with his young sister, whom he cared for dearly, although he had a very difficult time addressing said care, she knew it no less.
"Good to have you back, Ellen, your absence has not gone unnoticed, I am glad you're back, how is that idiot husband of yours?" he said to his sister while walking past, he simply patted her head in a sweet manner.
That's as far as his physical touch can reach.
His sister understood why, and it pained her to see that after almost 23 years she's been on this earth he has not been able to get over the demons that come with physical touch.
"I missed you too, Damien, very much, he's well... as boring as ever actually glad I'm back." She smiled up at him and he returned it, dropping his hand, he went off to get cleaned up.
As he was in the shower, his sister and right hand began to chat over a late dinner on the kitchen counter.
"So, he still hasn't made progress with the physical yet?" Ellen said while looking over at her brother's best friend.
"Nope... it's been years he still hasn't opened up about what he endured nor has he tried to contact people, even if it be a hooker or such, he just won't- and rightfully so he went through hell with that bitch."
Ellen nodded, understanding the circumstances of her dear brother's condition.
She had fond memories of him giving her piggyback rides, hugging her, lugging her everywhere like a bag, but it pained and infuriated her that while he was showing her the world through rose-colored glasses, his world was anything but.
"We should get him some help, no?" She said while biting into her lasagna.
"I tried, but he doesn't comply and refuses, he killed the last 3, I don't want to set people up for death with him. It makes me feel guilty," She could tell by the disfigured smirk on his face he was trying to hold back a laugh.
She slapped his shoulder, "ugh! Be serious for once Dom! I want my old brother back, I want to hug him, and although our conversations are full of meaning, he barely shows emotion outside of anger or irritation- I want him to be nor-" she was interrupted by the devil himself.
"Normal?" He finished her sentence and her face instantly turned beet red, "I'm sorry fratello- I just want you to be you again.." a tear came down her cheek.
"I am normal, just not your normal. Don't cry my piccola coccinella" (little ladybug)
He brushed her tears away and she couldn't believe he was touching her.
When she looked up at him, she could see how uncomfortable he felt, she grabbed his hand gently, pulling it away, "Look just- hook your pinky with mine fratello, it's not so bad is it?"
He observed his sister and their hands, on first instinct he wanted to pull away quickly, but for her, he tried his best.
"Okay, that's enough, I'm fine, normal enough of this." He pulled away from his sister.
"I care for you, Ellen, should that not be enough for you?" She nodded her head feeling hurt, "I'm sorry coccinella" (ladybug) "I am a different person now, and no amount of therapy or bullshit is going to change that" he patted her head and kissed his hand, he's done it enough for her to know it's his way of showing affection.
"torno più tardi ladybug il club sta aspettando." (i'll be back later ladybug the club is waiting.)
He looked over at Dom stuffing his face and they both left the room, but not before Dom hugged the girl and kissed her forehead,
"I'll see you later Ellen." She nodded and watched as they departed.
'Ahh, dear brother, when will you be you again,' she thought as she tried to stop her tears from falling.

Sophia Peterson's POV

Blaring loud music, blinding colorful lights, and can't forget about people, god, I forgot how much I hate people.
All in all, the perfect way to spend a Friday night with your best friend, and of course a bloody wonderful way to get a splitting headache your father gave you to feel 10X worse.
Jayda and I had arrived at a club, it was called 'la Tana del diavolo' (the devil's lair)
A very corny name in my opinion, but hey the drinks are good and Jay is having a nice time... I can't ruin it for her, especially because she has a girl on each arm.
I, on the other hand, am thinking about how I'm going to murder my father and get away scot-free.
"Hey! You good nena?" (Baby girl) I look up to be met with stormy blue eyes, Jay is very inebriated and the girls on either side of her seem to be very into her as well, my best friend is one for the ladies.
I nod and look down at my 2nd whiskey of the night, it's been a while since I came to a club like this one, with people dancing, drinking, and loud, very loud music. I can feel my brain thumping in my skull.
'I need some air-'
I get up and Jay looks up at me, her eyebrow raising in question. "Where are you going, Pete?"
"I'll be right back, I need some air, hand me your wallet and keys, gurly, I'll be right back," she nods and gives me all the things, I can never be too careful leaving Jay with big amounts of cash and car keys on her when she's slightly drunk and the woman of her choosing for the night are less drunk than her.
I plan on being back in less than 10 minutes, I just need to breathe and I prefer clean air and not sweat from the eager dancers around me.
"Hey, I'll be right back just need some air," I tell the bouncer at the front and he nods giving me a fist bump.
"Careful doll, wouldn't want to get hurt out here" I smile and head a few feet away from the door,
I breathe in and out trying to lose my killer headache,
A few minutes later I feel less like shit and prepare to head back into the enthusiastic party people's lair... when I feel a presence near me, I feel eyes on me.
I don't turn or make any sudden movements to make me seem like I am aware of anything amiss.
I get off the wall I was leaning on and start walking back to the door, before I reach it, then I felt the presence behind me getting closer until their hand is on my shoulder, stopping me from entering.
"I knew it was you, Peterson, how are you?" I recognize that voice from multiple FaceTime calls I've interrupted between Jay and her twin!
"No way! Dominic?" I turn and am face to face, or well... face to chest because he is a very tall man.
"Fancy seeing you here, any chance my sister's here too?" I smile and nod, he then pulls me into a hug and I return it, "She's inside with some girls, I took her keys and wallet just in case they tried to lift anything off her, it's happened."
He nods, pulling back and motioning for us to walk to the entrance.
"What are you doing here, trying to get a girl?" I ask in a joking manner, he looks down at me and chuckles
"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were offering.." I hit his shoulder and shook my head, "Not likely, although I am flattered that you think I would"
"You're unfortunately not my type, too cocky..." I smile and he stops in his tracks, hand over his heart, feigning hurt.
"Ouu Sof you wound my ego-" We both bust out laughing and I show him to the booth where his sister is.
"Ouuu hello there little brother!" Jayda gets up successfully, pushing the girl she was with off her and gets up to hug her brother,
I think she's at the stage of being drunk where you appreciate everyone and you spill your guts out.
I love this part when she's drunk, she tells the craziest embarrassing things that have been told to her in confidence.
"I'm older than you by 7 minutes, Jay, you're the little one," he gets her into a bear hug, and she's loving it, I think this is the first time she's seen him since she got back from Paris a few days ago.
"So, how are yuh bro- I'm doing pretty well- with... with my ladies" She looks back at the two brunettes and winks at them, they both flush and giggle like little school girls.
Yeah... Jay is very popular with women.
"Oh yeah, forgot you were gay- ugh you're better than me in the lady's department Jay-" we all laugh and I shake my head, I notice he's looking around like he's in a hurry or something so I ask,
"Hey, you busy? Did I completely take you from something you were supposed to do?" He shakes his head no, but I can tell he's lying, he sets Jay down on the booth and then holds her shoulders so she'll focus on him.
"Okay Jayda, I think you've had enough," he says while taking the drink she was about to sip from her lips and drinking it himself.
"Time to go home, you are done for the night kid," she pouts at him like a child, she's clearly off her game by now.
"Yeah, let's go home yeah?" I look at Jay and she pouts in my direction now like a baby.
"I would have partied with you, but you are going to be shit-faced in like 3 more dirks so... how about we reschedule and you go home with Sophia well do something some other day?"
She shakes her head no and reaches for a brunette with green eyes, pulling her into her lap she kisses the girl's neck and whispers, I'm assuming dirty shit by the look of the girl's face she's not holding back on the descriptive things she wants to do...
I get up and go to get Jay up when a velvety rough voice chimes in,
"Dominic, I've been waiting up in my office for 20 minutes, what the hel-" The man behind me pauses and I hear him sigh...
"Is that Jayda?" He asks, sounding confused and still a bit irritated.
I let go of Jay when she didn't want to get up and decided to go for a different tactic.
"Jay, if you come home with me, we can cuddle and watch your favorite movie..." That gets her attention, She looks to me, but then her eyes go directly behind me, her eyes seemingly light up and push the brunette off completely, forgetting about her,
She gets up and nudges me gently to the side, going straight for what I thought was Dom, but am surprised to see no, it's not Dom-
I spot the man's shoes and the trail up his dress pants and see his nicely fitted dress shirt, it outlines his muscles perfectly, I continue till I get to his face, and my heart stops.
'Holy shit- no way-'
'Yes, way.'
Standing in front of me was the one, the only Damien De Luca, my future client. And let me be completely honest, that picture did him no justice, the man is a walking sex appeal.
But I pull all of my focus from him and look at Jayda, she is completely clinging to the man, engulfing him in a complete bear hug,
He looked very uncomfortable as if he didn't enjoy being touched in the least bit, his face scrunched up not in disgust, but you could tell he wasn't at all used to physical contact.
'Poor guy-'
'Wait- how does she know him?'
My thoughts are interrupted when Jayda screams out "Ohh Damien! It's been so long! I missed you, you fucker!" She all but announces and I cringe at the volume.
I look over at Dom and he looks like he's holding back tears of laughter, I finally feel like I should help the guy out so I go to Jay and try to pry her off,
"Jay sweets, come on let the guy go he looks quite ready to stop the hug, come on let's go home and watch your movie and cuddle, remember?"
"Wait!" She says and looks up at the man with eyes full of joy, "You still hate human contact don't you, big guy?"
I contain my curiosity till he looks down at Jay and nods his head, looking like he's about to murder someone, but at the same time, he has a soft look in his eyes.
"Jay, it's nice to see you again, you've violated me enough, don't you think?" With that, she lets him go and smiles at him still "Sorry Damien, I forgot how much you dislike touching but I just had to I missed you so much!"
"I too did not like your absence, Jay, I hope to see you again soon." With that, he patted her head and then looked to...
Me.
Oh shit- does he know I'm his new attorney? No. No, you were supposed to meet on Monday, there's no way-
My thoughts are again interrupted when Dominic speaks up, "Hey, um, this is Sophia, Jayda's best friend, and Sophia, this is Damien, my best friend and work partner..." I nod and smile at the man expecting him to nod as well, but instead, he pulls out his hand for me to shake...
'I thought he didn't like physical contact...?'
Nonetheless, without hesitation I take his hand and shake it, he looks at me and I decide to speak first.
"Pleasure to meet you Damien, it's always nice to meet someone new." He nods and looks down at our hands, he doesn't pull away like a normal person though, "Pleasure is all mine, Sophia," after he says that he lets go and I catch the faces of Jayda and Dominic.
They look completely surprised and taken aback.
'What?' I ask myself, and Damien doesn't react either, he just continues to look at me until something seemingly clicks in his brain, and he looks over at Dom,
"The men are waiting in my office, let's go." He says and pats Jay's head once again and looks at me nodding his head in acknowledgment and turns on his heels walking away.
I look at Dom and he just stands there, jaw slack until, I hit his shoulder, "I'll take her home, you go take care of whatever you've got going on, k? It was nice to meet you in person, Dom, we'll see you later." I smile and he hugs me before we go our separate ways,
"Come on, up now, Jay, let's go." She gets up without another word and we walk out to my Mercedes GT63s, I make sure to put her in the passenger seat, buckle her up, and give her an anti-vomiting pill as well as water, so she won't completely trash my car with her vomit.
I drive us home and I tell her to get in the shower, but she doesn't make it so I pull her off the couch where she stopped and help her get into the shower,
She does her business and when she's out she seems a little sobered up, we brush our teeth and go back to the living room to watch her favorite movie,
'Mission Impossible'
"See Sof-Sophie, I may like women, but this guy, Tom Cruise can get some..." she said, stuffing her face with popcorn, while I brushed her hair out.
"Now I agree to that 100 percent, Jay." I smile and soon halfway into the movie when Cruise is scaling the building with those stinky gloves, I realize Jay is out cold.
"Oh Jay, you're going to have a killer hangover in the morning..."
I kiss her forehead, put a blanket over her and leave a glass of water, a trash can, and painkillers on the coffee table.
I go and head to my bed, the whole way there and until I fall asleep I think about the green-eyed man I met tonight.
'What a fine specimen, unfortunately, he's very much my client and a fucking Don so... danger, red flags, very much a big fat NO in my face... I can't let anything happen, and I won't let anything happen strictly business.'
'Right?'