CHAP 5: {Their agreement: A little secret}

{Mac Allister}

This is my new world, this is my new environment. Ever since my dad passed out, my mum has pressured me to take the mantle of the dirty business. I had to adjust my life to fly in this game of do or die. The mafia families were not at war at the moment, but I sensed a terrible conflict would soon arise. My mother (the unmovable force in the mafia's game) was getting old, and our secret enemies sensed it. They know she will be gone in a few years.

I knew they had planned their secret plan to take everything from us. Mama gave me a spacious room as my office as soon as I arrived from America after I completed my degree program in economics,

The spacious room was meticulously arranged, the atmosphere chilled by an efficient air conditioning system. The shelves lined with books spoke of knowledge and intellect, while a portrait of an old man adorned the wall, a silent reminder of the legacy that had been passed down.

"Sir, you summoned me," Angelica spoke with deference as she entered the room. Her presence commanded attention, her loyalty unwavering.

"Yes, Angelica. I have an important issue to discuss with you," I replied, my voice firm and composed. This conversation would delve into sensitive matters, and discretion was paramount.

"It should be our secret," I added, emphasizing the need for confidentiality. The world we operated in thrived on secrecy and concealed alliances.

"Yes, sir," Angelica responded, her tone a blend of respect and understanding. She was well-versed in the art of discretion, an essential quality for someone in her position.

"Tell me about the lady," I requested, my gaze fixed on a specific detail. I needed information, and Angelica was the key to unlocking the knowledge I sought.

"Which one?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. I appreciated her thoroughness and attention to detail, traits that have made her indispensable to our operations.

"The one with black hair and not too light skin," I specified, my words painting a vivid image in both of our minds. This was a person of interest, someone who had caught my attention in the sea of faces and bodies that moved through our world.

As I awaited Angelica's response, my thoughts drifted, contemplating the significance of this woman.

Angelica moved closer. Her words confirmed my suspicion. The woman I have been referring to was indeed named Abebi. Her name resonated within me, stirring a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Is that her name?" I asked, seeking confirmation from Angelica. The significance of her name reverberated through my mind as if each letter held a hidden story waiting to be unraveled.

"Yes," Angelica replied, her tone matter-of-fact. She then took a seat in a nearby chair, her presence now occupying the space between us. Her next words, however, cut through the air like a sharp blade.

"You know your mother will not tolerate you doing anything serious with a cheap girl," Angelica remarked, her words laced with a subtle warning. I couldn't deny the truth in her statement. My mother, a woman of high standards and expectations, had never hesitated to voice her disapproval when it came to matters of companionship.

A surge of unease washed over me as I considered the implications. What fate awaited Abebi in a world where the lines between power, desire, and manipulation are blurred? The thought of anyone laying a hand on her without consent sent a wave of protectiveness surging through me.

"Has anybody touched her?" I asked, my voice betraying a mixture of alarm and concern. The widening of my eyes mirrored the weight of my question. I couldn't fathom the idea of Abebi being subjected to unwanted advances or abuse.

"Not yet, but soon they will," Angelica replied, her tone chillingly matter-of-fact. Her words hung in the air, intensifying the gravity of the situation. It was a stark reminder of the harsh realities that govern our world, where individuals were mere pawns in a grand scheme.

As Angelica excused herself, her phone ringing in the background, I was left alone in the room, my thoughts racing.

******

" Sir, Angelica said you called me."

Abebi entered my spacious office, her head bowed in a display of deference.

" Yes, it is true."

I struggled to control my emotions. I confirmed her statement, stuttering slightly. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon me.

"Mind some drink." I handed her a glass filled with expensive wine.

"Thank you," she said, returning the glass of wine to me.

"Take it" I insisted.

"Alright, thank you, sir."

I watched her sip slowly into her mouth.

I gestured for Abebi to sit on the plush sofa, and she complied. Her beauty was undeniable, and it perplexed me why someone like her would find herself involved in such a sordid world. I couldn't help but be curious about her story.

"So, what brings a beautiful lady like you to a world of dirty activities?" I asked, trying to understand the circumstances that had led her here. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

Abebi began to recount her father's dire situation. Davison, her father, was gravely ill and required leg surgery. He had borrowed money from a powerful woman and foolishly used it for gambling. Now, that woman was relentlessly pressuring Abebi to repay the debt. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to maintain composure, expressing the desperate state of her father's health and the financial burden she carried.

Moved by her plight, I made a firm decision.

"I will help you," I said, looking into her eyes with sincerity. But it came with a condition, and I wanted her to be aware of it. There were always strings attached to this world.

Her question lingered in the air. "What conditions?" Abebi asked, seeking clarity. I took a deep breath, "You will give me your body. You shall become my mistress."

"I will think about it." She said as she sermons unbelievable courage and looks at me straight in the eye for the first time since our conversation.

"I need to go now."

"Where do you think you are going? Our deal starts now." I grabbed her hand, preventing her from further moving close to the door.

"If you want to live, you better start undressing yourself," I ordered.

I watched as he obediently obeyed my instructions. I finally devour her, fulfilling my lust.

We both lie in each other's arms on the sofa. Whatever substance in the alcohol we drank made her quickly fall asleep after our intercourse. I was very sleepy, but I found comfort in the solitude of her body.

Angelica barged in without so much as a knock. Irritation welled up inside me at her blatant disregard for basic courtesy.

"What is wrong with your hand that you can't knock before coming in?" I snapped, my frustration evident.

"Sorry, sir," Angelica responded, her tone slightly apologetic. "There are some documents your mum wants you to sign."

"Get the hell out of here," I roared, unable to contain my anger any longer.

Without uttering a word, Angelica quickly retreated from the room, with the documents still clutched in her hand.