“Please l-let me go!” The girl begged with fear in her tone and eyes as I gripped her hair together so she could know who is having an upper hand here.
I was handling the traitor who leaked information of my gang just for some petty hundred thousands. That bastard. Did I not pay him enough? And worst of all he sold it to Ivan Salvator.
The Whole Cosa Nostra knows how bad our enmity is. It has been running since the era of our great grandfather. Ivan’s great grandfather cheated on mine and it created a rift between the two families.
Our families were once called The Great Allies, by how much strong influence we have around the world but his descendants kept on cheating with ours. I think it’s in their blood to cheat everyone other than themselves.
In the midst of handling the traitor this girl saw everything. And now we have to dispose of her, we can’t leave any witnesses alive, blame it on her fate to encounter us in the middle of the night.
Naturally I thought she was some spy sent by the enemies. It's not abnormal you get some spies in this field of work, be it a guy or woman both are the pawns for the powerful to use it how they please.
But her vigorous trembling is telling me she is no spy sent from anyone either way, I can’t let her roam around.
“Take her away” I ordered and she snapped open her eyes to look at me with fear as I released her hair not bothering to stare at her anymore.
I took out a cigarette as one of my men beside me lit the lighter taken from his pocket as I blew in the smoke.
“N-no no p-please I d-did not see anything please!” The girl screamed again as my guys covered her mouth with a chloroform handkerchief and she was struggling to break-free from their grip but soon the alcohol she inhaled decreased her struggle as she fell unconscious.
“Get her in the car.” I told them and they obliged my orders but as they picked her up a ringing of the phone echoed through the silent night.
“Boss, her phone is ringing” one of them passed me the phone and Aunt Mavis was written on the phone screen with a red heart besides the name. She has a family.
I silenced the phone as I exhaled the harmful air from my body and crushed the cigarette on the floor with my foot.
“Send the body in a courier to the Salvator’s estate with a special gift.” I said as they dragged the body away. After all, we must give a return gift.
“Let's get going.” I announced and they dispersed to do the tasks given.
I sat in the car as I looked to my left where the girl was layed. What was she even doing in the middle of the night? Doesn’t she know it’s dangerous late at night? Blame her carelessness.
“Where to sir?” Jasper, my driver asked as I sighed resting my head against the car’s seat.
Jasper is not only a driver, he is also a fighter. All my men are no ordinary workers. They can fight if I tell them to and they can work like an average citizen for disguise if given orders to.
I make sure they are prepared for every circumstance. In our world every second counts as death.
“Home.” I said.
Can I even call that place a home where no one lives except the workers? Might as well call it a charge-free inn.
Even the only family I have doesn’t stay in our so-called home. All due to one incident that broke our brotherly-bond and for that I am going to take my revenge from whoever has caused our family to break.
The girl’s phone in my hand vibrated for the second time and it was from the same contact. I did not decline or answer it because it might raise suspicion and after a few minutes the call died down.
I stared at the girl for a few seconds before deciding to unlock her phone. She looks like an average citizen that would never work herself with any corruption even so, you mustn't believe it easily. Sometimes what you see is not what it really is.
Her phone had no password or any security program installed so it was easy for me to unlock it. I went to her call log; the name Aunt Mavis was at the top while showing the number of times she called her.
I scrolled the screen upward and a name caught my eyes making me frown “Marcus”.
It could be another person with the same name but something is telling me it's not. I pressed on the contact and the number appeared.
It's the same freaking number! I glanced back at the girl, thinking of the possibilities of what is her relation with him.
Why does she have Marcus’ number? What does she want from my brother? How do they know each other?
Marcus, that fucking brat, so this is why he was distracted all the time during work. All because for a fucking girl. What trouble are you trying to stir now?
I know for a fact that he doesn't share his phone numbers with anyone. So either he gave her himself or they both are doing some business together that I am not aware of.
“ Jasper, find out who she is.” I ordered Jasper who was busy driving but I know he heard me clearly as I sensed his gaze through the mirror view and he obliged my words “Yes sir.”
The phone rang again and it was the same contact again. It's becoming disturbing. I flicked in annoyance and switched her phone off as I looked out the moving scenery from the car’s window.
Reaching the estate, I stepped out of the car. Rows of men awaited and they bowed upon my presence. I took out another stick of the cigarette with my custom made lighter I ordered during my stay in Shanghai a year ago, and burned the stick as I inhaled the cancer.
I must quit smoking knowing it’s harmful for health but I can’t live myself without it when I already got dependent on it, especially with all the fucking trobles coming on me.
“Get the girl” I signaled while breathing out the smoke as one of the guys near me standing in the line walked to the other side to get her and I walked into the house.
The vast dim yellow hall came into view as the four maids working in the estate also lined themselves.
“Welcome back master.” The elderly woman, Jessica greeted me with a warm smile. Her aged face even with wrinkles looked young.
“ Marcus?” I asked as she slipped my coat off my body and folded it on her arms like a cloth hanger.
“Young master Marcus has not yet returned.” she replied and I hummed in acknowledgement.
“Get me a coffee in my room.” I ordered and walked away to the stairs.
Removing my suit, I loosen my tie and folded my sleeves and took out a leathered scroll from the pockets of my suit and layed the suit on the bed.
Only one person sends a leathered scroll in this day and age. Simon D Kenz.
I opened the scroll as I read the writings. Even the writing is hand-written with ink. Does he think this is a Victorian era? That man never grows old for the past.
“ Hear ye, I doth extend my invitation to thee, to partake in the birthday revelry of Captain Simon D Kenzy. The celebration shall unfold at the grand Jared palace on the 1st day of August, at the hour of 18:30. Be it known, thou art required to present a companion in thy company, that thou mayest gain admittance to this jovial gathering. A matter of great import shall be proclaimed upon the culmination of the festivities. I do entreat thee to ensure thine attendance.”
Even the words are old english. Should I laugh or should I be amazed? Announcement? What might he be publicizing about.
The knock at the door got my attention as I allowed them to enter the room “Come in.”
Jessica appeared with a tray of steaming coffee and Jasper along with her.
She placed the tray on the table and bowed before leaving the room.
I waited for Jasper to talk once Jessica was out of sight, he said “ The courier is sent to the Salvators like you ordered and we put the girl downstairs in the guest room.”
I hummed as I envisioned their reaction upon receiving the decorated gift being sent.
An eye for an eye.
“How long is Marcus’ mission?” I asked and walked to the coffee cup as I sipped on it.
“About a week. He is expected to return after a day or two.” Jasper replied and I nodded dismissing him as he walked out of the room.
Marcus’ chick…. I must check her myself. I smirked at the idea that popped in my mind. How mad would he be if he knew I was playing with her.
Caesar stared into the air, lost in thought. "Simon is being secretive the more he gets older. I guess I have to attend it myself to check out what's going on.""What about the Naga?" He asked about the drugs they successfully retrieved from Ivan the other day."We've checked half of it, and there's no problem so far. The other half is left. It will be done by tomorrow." Jasper informed receiving a nod from his boss."Shall I arrange a date for you to attend the event?" Jasper inquired, in case he doesn't have to arrange one if Caesar already has one in mind."That won't be needed. I have someone in mind." Caesar replied as he thought of the person. With the party being secret and huge, Caesar has a hunch that maybe those anonyomus who sent him the message would attend. If they do, this is the perfect opportunity to show them that Lailah has no connection with Marcus.But then it will prove the rumors and the Casa Nostra that he has a woman. A frustrated sigh slipped from him at the c
"Totya, you know how important Marcus is to me. He is the only family I have and I don't know what I will do if anything were to happen to him. I don't want to lose another family that I care alot." He stated looking at Jessica with a firm look. "I'll do whatever it takes, as long as he is safe." he informed. Jessica understands that Marcus means alot to him, but Caesar should also understand the method he is using is wrong. It will only hurt everyone involved. "Caesar, Marcus still held grudge what happened 14 years ago. Don't start anything that will make you to completely lose him." She suggested with worriedness fo rthe two. One was stubborn and the other doesn't listen, now she can only pray for someone or some kind of miracle to happen so the two brothers get back together. "Totya, you know what happened and why it happened 14 years ago. I did not have any choice." Caesar sighed defeatedly as the dark memories played in his mind. That night was the worst and it still haunts
"Totya, I did not mean to rape her." Caesar confessed; remorse and guilt were felt in his low tone, his head hung low in shame and regret. Jessica's heart sank at his words, unable to comprehend the gravity of what he had just revealed. She struggled to find the right words to respond; her mind was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. "W-what do you mean?" Jessica asked, her tone showed how surprised she was to hear his confessions. She marched to him and clenched his arms tightly, shaking his body to make him look at her. "Answer me!" she demanded. Caesar looked at Jessica. The authoritative and dominant aura that he usually exuded seemed to fade away in that moment. He looked conflicted and guilty as he took a shaky breath, his form nervous to speak out. If it were any other day, Caesar would be his usual powerful self, even in front of Jessica, but the woman who is in front of him right now is not Jessica, the head maid. But a mother looking at her son. A woman, who has taken c
"I don't w-want to stay h-here." She whispered with her head lowered and tears streaming down her face. Marcus felt his heart ache seeing her in distress, but he was also scared. He gently reached out closing the distance between them as he gently placed his hand on her shoulders and muttered, "I don't want to lose you." "I love you Lailah." Lailah snapped at Marcus hearing his confession. She did not expect Marcus to have feelings for her. Lailah felt her heart stop as she stared at his silver orbs filled with emotion she has always desired. She lowered her head, speechless to respond even though she loves him too. She loves him, so why can't she say it back? She felt as if someone or something was grasping her throat restarining her to respond anything. "Just truts me and bear for a while hmm? I promise to get you out of here." Marcus whispered his tone held promise and Lailah believes his words. "Master, are you going to inform Mr. Zhan about the goods?" Jasper asked, glancin
"Where the fuck is Caesar?!" Ivan demanded impatiently as he stood a good distance from Jasper. Jasper has reached long before Ivan has arrived. "Master is yet to arrive." Jasper replied vaguely, fueling Ivan a he groaned with his clenched fists. "I know that you dimwit, so I asked you where the fuck is your fucking master!!" he shouted to make his message clear because Jasper was acting ignorant the whole time. Ivan just wants his nephew back safe and sound, though he has a hunch that maybe his nephew is in that car Jasper has driven here. If it were true, he could just raid the car and retrieve his nephew, but he shouldn't. His nephew is asthmatic, and he can't endanger his health. The beeping of a car was heard catching their attention from afar as it drove its way closer. They both watched as the car pulled up to the curb. From the driver's seat, a man in black and white suit stepped out, as he jogged his way around the car to the passenger side, opening its door. Caesar step
" The whole Cosa Nostra knows about her. She dragged herself into this deep shit on her own." Caesar said nonchalantly as his cold gaze bore into his little brother's eyes." What the fuck do you mean!" Marcus demanded an explanation because hell what Caesar is saying does not make any sense!. How could the Whole Cosa Nostra know about Lailah's existence?!As far as he remebered, Lailah said she's been locked up in the house for 2 days! That meant she had no chance of going out and being spotted by others. The place, Caesar lives is filled with people he knows. Busniess-partners, Celebrities, Politicians. You gotta have atleast 3 successfull busniess to even be afford living in this place. This was the place for riches--- Basilius Street ." Hey now, don't assume I was behind that. Why would I want to give myself more trouble?" Caesar innocently said, his eyebrows raised as he spoke as if he was the victim while Marcus has a scowl on his face and his frown showed he doesn't believe wh