Marchetti's Mafia Bride

Chapter4:

Jayden Marchetti :

Uno ..

Thats the name everyone calls me.

Everyone family or group has a special name for their leader, and head of the family.

In the Marchetti we are refered to as Numero Uno.

It's Roman for number one, it's better than being called potus, like a plant.

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I towel dried my wet hair vigorously before stepping out of the closet.

Jonah was seated in the far end of the room.

His face was impassive, a muscle ticked in his jaw, someone must pissed him off royally.

"What's it Jonah, can't get enough of me, so you came back for more?"

I asked knowing he wasn't in the mood.

He fisted his palm and gritted his teeth. This seems serious.

"What's this about?"

I asked deciding I needed to know why his panties were in a twist.

"We had another near miss, today and lost two of our people."

He raged.

Uno this is getting too much.

We just need one bank. That's all, we can't continue to move obscene amounts of cash like that, it's crazy and too dangerous." He said.

" Yes, I know."

"Are you sure, you do?" He queried.

Now it was my turn to get mad.

I do not tolerate being questioned.

"What was that Jonah?" I queried in a n irritated tone.

"Apologies Uno, I meant no disrespect, but we can't continue to fold our hands behind our backs and watch as people kill our men all in the name of trying to get their hands on some cash.

It's not fair to their families and we can end it all with just a call."

"Life isn't fair, Jonah, those guys were trained for such hazardous missions, besides what's it to you, you never cared about stuff like this before."

"It's not the guys I am worried about, Jayden, it's the obscene amount of money, we could loose, that gives me the hives.

It's just too risky." I was quiet for a while as I dropped the towels from my body and began to get ready for the day.

It wasn't quite daybreak yet.

But, am a workaholic or maybe you can call me an extremist when it comes to work, as that would be appropriate as well.

" Let's go in early and discuss this in the office."

I finally said.

Jonah was cranky this morning, and that can be blamed on the absence of a certain twenty-one year old fiancée of his that has got him all grumpy and short fused.

It is easy to get under his skin and rile him up when Kayla's been absent for a while.

He rarely let's her go on trips, but we can't take her everywhere with us. So sometimes we leave her on one of our apartments when we have some serious business to handle.

She's been in Madrid for over a week now, shopping with and holidaying with Jonah's cousin, Rhea.

Jonah and I have been together for almost thirteen years as my right hand man, my sounding board, my best friend and my confidante.

He is the only person I trust completely and that is saying a lot, because I don't trust people.

The only reason I trust my parents is because they have proven themselves worthy time and time again and not just because they are my parents.

I also trust a certain British Russian, named kozlov.

He is my bodyguard and almost never leaves my side.

It was just a few minutes past five when we settled into my study.

A floor below my bedroom.

My phone vibrated and lit up for the umpteenth time.

I ignored it again, as I sipped my coffee slowly bidding my time, as I waited for the guys went through the days itinerary.

I might not be called Potus, but I am a hands on leader, that leaves nothing to chance.

We go through everything on the itinerary and I dove into the paperwork.

Six hours later, I had finished two virtual meetings and it was finally time to talk about the issues with our cash movements.

"This is the third attempt in two months, someone has to frying information, the aroma is too intense, we need to do something about it."

Kozlov said in his British accent. He's never been one, to hold his tongue, when given the opportunity, it wasn't in his nature to do so.

Jonah is a different matter entirely, he is exactly like, only I'm a more advanced version of him, with regular updates.

I've given them both the chance put their thoughts forward.

It's my turn now.

"Let me start with the bank acquisition." I began. "I know we have been trying to acquire a bank for almost six years now and it's not been possible because there is just the one bank, that I want to own.

But the way you all talk about the acquisition, one would think that owning a bank means we won't need to move cash any longer.

That's wrong.

We would simply have a legitimate excuse to move the amount of cash that we do.

Owning a bank would only make our store houses redundant. But we would still move cash, infact I think we will move cash more than we used to do.

The danger will still be there, the attacks might even triple, heck we don't know what tomorrow would bring."

My phone buzzed again.

I gritted my teeth in irritation, before continuing to speak.

"Besides, we have done everything we possibly can to force them to the table with us, we employed the worst tactics there is, just to force them back to the negotiating table with us.

But it hasn't happened in the last four years. I have decided to leave them alone and not force the issue.

"But, Jonah everytime I call you a freaking bastard, you go on and outdo yourself."

Here, I am thinking we need to talk about the clog in our network system, only to find out that you have isolated the affected area with the audit team you brought in, and have begun to go through every single inch of the structure with a fine tooth comb.

But then again, I obviously expect more from you.

Find the mole, I need the report on my desk by tomorrow morning."

I was angry, but I'd be damned if I showed even a flick of emotion.

I hiss lowly, when I see that its Raya again. The woman was getting on my very first nerve.

I picked up my phone to take a look.

She never stops, she had left sixteen missed calls and eight messages.

" Baby please call me back, I miss you."

"Jayden, you haven't called in a while, can we have dinner, this week?"

" Jayden, please don't ignore me, I really do miss you, my dildo's don't do much for me.

I need you."

" Good morning ,sweetheart how was your night are you back? how about we grab lunch tofay or tomorrow. please don't say no."

"My coochie needs some serious work out Jayden, please... I need you."

I sighed , way more irritated than I was letting on.

I detest clingy women and Raya knows that, I have told her more than once, that if she needs to reach me and can't,she should send me a message.

Just one message. I'd specifically told her not to blow up my phone. But she never listens.

The only reason Raya is my go to girl for now is, I know exactly why she is with me.

Raya's family were jewelers with another mining company, they fell into financial hard times, for whatever reasons and they needed steady supply that could help them stay afloat.

The other miners weren't going to help them out so I did as long as she became my mistress.

She really isn't like those money grubbing whores, but she isn't great either.

Her business sense is really good and she has turned the family business around.

I know she wants me in a more permanent way, but we both that's never going to happen.

The only woman I trust is my mother.

No other woman is ever going to get close to that level.

Raya and I, are not exclusive and we'll never be, because I always dictate the terms of our agreement. But as long as she is my mistress, she cannot see any other man.

I have the freedom to have countless dalliances with as many women as I want to.

I have all the power as always and I do as I please. No questions asked.

,"I would get an audit team on it now." Jonah said as he paced up and down in front of the huge desk in front of me.

The cash movements, might look like a worrying problem, but it's one of the smaller issues and small fires I put out daily as the Uno.

The closest and only illegal activity we run in the Marchetti is money laundering.

We don't do it for the money and the loyalty and the connections.

We do it, so the most dangerous criminals in the world would be indebted to us and won't ever think of attacking us when we keep their money.

But we need to be more than just their piggy bank.

Owning a bank isn't the problem, it's the one particular bank I want that is the problem.

It's Harleytrust, I want to own because it's the one bank, that when I do take ownership of, It would be an utterly complete takeover.

With no outside interference.

Harley trust is really important to my family, thats why I have been fixated on it.