“Thank you for your service,” another civilian commented with a bright smile as Rein pushed her way to the Ambrosia Pub. She tipped her cap to the person before heading straight to the bar. “Finally,” she thought after seeing the bartender come into view. Choosing the furthest seat by the bar, she dumped her luggage on the floor and leaned on the brick wall. “Two pints of your best beer, and keep ‘em coming please.” As much as Rein enjoyed seeing her hometown after years of being deployed to the most dangerous places, she never did like attracting any attention to her. She looked around the establishment and saw several other soldiers who also just arrived. Oh, how she wished she changed to a more casual fit first. “Any battle buddies to drink with?” The red-headed bartender approached, placing the tall glasses of lager on the lacquered wood. “Yeah, seems like he’s running late,” Rein replied, then quickly chugged the whole drink down in seconds, amusing the bartender and making him
"I don’t think you understand, boy,” the flabby man across him said in condescension. Oh, Delian Leofric understood well. This loan shark thought his financial skills were better than the mafia that he decided to skim off the money he sends them. Wanting to sound empathetic, the gangster boss said, “I don’t even profit from this anymore. I just do it since I know how people in Erebus are in need of money.” He pointed his golden-ringed finger at Delian. “Even people who work for you.” He almost felt sorry for the man. Some people like him, when given a small amount of power, don’t realize they’re still pests in the grand scheme of an underground organization. So easy to get rid of and replace. “Mr. Nikos, the police and justice system of this city also work for me. You know what happens after a few calls.” The boss’s nostrils flared and his face turned red. “If you think you could threaten me with that, go to your daddy and cry to him about it.” Cheers and ridicule were heard among
“Your newfound friend’s fine,” Aidon interrupted her thoughts. If there’s one thing Rein admired about him, it was his ability to read people’s minds. “If you haven’t stayed with him, it would have gone worse.” “How did you find me so quickly anyway?” She asked, wanting to keep her thoughts away from that man. “I made sure to arrive as discretely as possible.” Aidon gave a dry laugh, “My, my, Eirene. You forget who you’re talking to. Anyone who steps foot in Erebus is instantly under my watch.” He flipped through the newspapers and continued, “What did I tell you about surveillance? To make your targets believe there’s nothing going on, that they’re safe.” “And here I thought the King of Spies was losing his touch,” Rein quipped. “By the way, did they say if Leofric remembers anything?” Her chest did feel a pang of guilt for leaving the guy bleeding and passed out in the bar. Thankfully, Damon came right away so she didn’t have to carry him by herself. “If he did, what would you d
“Lou, you really don’t remember what she looks like?” Delian, fresh from the hospital, asked the bartender. “Aye lad, I told ye already. She had her cap on the whole time. And the cameras also didn’t manage to catch her face.” It’s been five days since that night, and all Delian managed to know was that she got in a black car with an obscured plate. He almost thought that she was a figment of his imagination after waking up with a bandaged head. “Thank God, she wasn’t,” was all he said when the night’s event was reported back to him. Though he was relieved, he was equally as frustrated for forgetting her face. The Swedes did fail in their attack, but they succeeded in doing worse damage to him. Speaking of the two, no further news from the foreigners was heard as they seem to have gone under the radar. The Stockholm mafia also feigned ignorance at the current events. But Delian was not interested in any of those. That was why despite the doctor’s stern advice for him to go home and
“Are you ready?” Aidon brushed the invisible dust off of Rein’s slim-fit suit as they both checked her reflection. It was finally the day she was to be introduced as Rein Evander, the prodigal son of the Evander family and Delian Leofric’s consigliori. It took a month due to the Swede accident, but they’re here now. “Yes,” she replied. There’s no room for doubts now. Doubts only bred mistakes. And she couldn’t afford to commit one, too many people’s lives were at stake here. Her father’s vengeance was at stake. Rein wasn’t ashamed to admit that when she took on this responsibility, she didn’t really think of its consequences for her country. "Oh, before I forget. Here.” The new right-hand man passed a dark mask to Damon. “Our family is known for wearing these.” If each mafia family had its own quirks, this would be the Evanders’. Their secretive moves and preference for anonymity were represented by the mask. “It’s fine if you don’t, just be careful who you talk to.” Even if Delian
“Most of us don’t know and can never fathom the sacrifice our forefathers made to put us on this pedestal.” Hector, together with the rest of the Leofric family, stood before the mafia members on top of their grand staircase. The event, in a regular person’s eyes, appeared to be just an affluent community’s celebration. But behind those expensive suits and lavish dresses were weapons of different types and sizes. In the Erinyes mafia’s eyes, it was a gathering of the strongest and most skilled people to welcome a newcomer. A newcomer who was deemed better than most of them to be chosen for the soon second-highest position in their organization. “To be able to acquire the power, wealth, and control of this city through their blood is something we could only imagine. So to you, the coming generation of our families,” he looked at each young member from all the clans, “Be strengthened by pain, honed with experience, and linked together through our deep fellowship. Only then could you d
“I’m sorry, little princess.” Delian gingerly caressed Althaea’s plump cheeks as she snuggled with a blue monster plush, drifting through a dream-filled sleep. “Don’t worry, she has no idea,” Danae spoke from behind him, her approaching steps light to not wake her daughter. “But she was upset that her Prince Charming had to leave early. She even threatened him that she was going to sleep forever like Sleeping Beauty until he came back.” Danae giggled at the memory. “So what happened back there, Del?” Her stepson didn’t know how to answer. Instead, he led her out of the room and took one last glance at the sleeping figure before gently closing the door. All he was able to say was, “Sorry I put Althaea in danger.” “You know, I’ve seen you watch him the whole night. Did he do something to offend you?” The truth was, right from when they met, Del was the offensive one. But Rein seemed to have the patience of a saint to not sock him on the jaw after the latest debacle. Was he supposed t
“Shit!” Thane ran through the wide courtyard of the Evander estate, however quick his long legs could take him. The lush, grassy ground’s friction with his Oxford shoes didn’t help at all. “Come on, Rein. Answer the phone,” he grunted while gripping his phone close to his ear with only ringing sounds getting back at him. Minutes earlier while strolling on his way towards Rein’s home, a black Rolls Royce Phantom drove past him. He observed the way passersby quickly made way for the car in a mix of aversion and awe. And he knew only the mafia could elicit such a response. Also, it was slow enough for him to make out the passenger of the transport. Thane scoffed in contempt, “And here they claim that they’re helping people.” The special agent was familiar with how cruel and hypocritical the mafia could get, having a brush with them in the past. But before he could make another snide comment, he realized where the car was going. “This road only leads up to the Evander mansion.” Thane sp
Rein sighed. Of course, it all went back to the trust that was absent between them. This cycle had become too tiresome for her. If only she knew where his alliances truly lie, then maybe she could directly ask him what he knew to help with their mission.But alas, she didn’t. Although, maybe it was best to know him better after all. “Curiosity is a dangerous trait, Sir Delian…”Rein observed as his eyes grew darker at her statement so she continued, “But I’ve been taught that it is likewise important. It helps us learn and see possibilities that are usually invisible. So, I’ll make this easier for you. I’ll answer 3 questions truthfully if you do the same.”Delian kept his strong gaze at her and she could see the gears turning in his head. He slowly opened his mouth, “N-”Fortunately for her, their focus was taken out by a soft knock on the door. Delian growled, “What is it?”The knob turned to reveal the young lady who was getting harassed earlier. Her voice became quieter as opposed
“Sir, from what I’ve gathered, most of the rival gangs began to lie low after what happened to the Hives. They knew better than to mess with our affairs, especially since the gang completely disappeared.”“Not one of them acted up?”“None at all. I checked several times and it had been years since one of them tried to.”That was strange. Every information he had ran through Delian’s mind as the car decelerated. “It doesn’t make sense. Except for Sylvester Cobb and his men, no other groups ever again attempted to make contact with any of our members. And the drug and weapon deals all stopped right after Julius Dai was killed. Someone should have taken action by now.”Rafiq answered while parking the vehicle into the manor’s extensive garage, “That means the person or people we’re looking for is not associated with any of them. We’ve already investigated and determined that none of the city’s politicians and police would go against us. Which leaves us to outsiders or even the possibilit
“The people we’re paying in Customs reported about an incoming alcohol import tax hike so they’re asking for additional compensation. Since they are bringing in our products into the UK without much clearance, I’d say we give it to them.” Rein pored over the reports as their finance executive droned on and on about increasing taxes. She sat on Aidon’s right side of the conference table. But all she could think about was her dilemma with Kora. This was not a misunderstanding that could easily be fixed with a simple, “Hey, you got it all wrong. I meant something else.” If a man showed even the slightest intention of wanting to marry someone in the mafia, that was equal to proposing already. The man would have to expect a marriage within the year whether he wanted it or not. Aidon watched as Rein squirmed in her seat, her furrowed brows burning through the papers. He recognized that his niece wasn’t mentally present and let her be. This was the first time since the incident that Rein
Kora checked herself in the mirror one more time, making sure that the demure image she was portraying really stood out. Instead of her usual red lipstick and heavy makeup, she opted to wear a natural look to show off her rosy cheeks. And she wore a flowy and simple sage dress with long sleeves.“Being sultry doesn’t seem to get anything more than a flirty comment from him. Maybe I’ll get a better reaction with this,” she told herself as she smiled at the reflection. This always worked when she wanted to tap into some of the men’s overprotectiveness and bravado.Maybe Rein Evander was one of those men who thought that women couldn’t defend themselves.Kora continued to look around what seemed to be the smallest parlor in the manor. The off-white walls made the room brighter while black, suede chairs gave it contrast. Dark brown wood with gold linings served as furniture, completing the whole minimalist ambiance.“I’ll have to change a lot of things and add more color if I start living
“The Leofric boy has shut himself off from the outside world. From what I’ve gathered, we won’t see much of him for a while. Who knows what crazy ideas he’s got up his brain again?” Elus frowned, irate with his inability to read through Delian’s actions. “After that last stunt, he should be ashamed to show his face. Causing Rein to-” Kora cut herself off after realizing what she was about to say. Causing Rein to be injured instead of going on a date with her. She cleared her throat, “Causing Rein and Don Evander to bring out their troops like that. So unnecessary for our mafia.” The Renaud don only watched her squirm out that sentence, his gaze piercing through. “Hmm.” “I mean, what would have happened if the mafia was suddenly attacked? We would have had a hard time with the Evander family preoccupied because of Delian’s stupid actions. Then, there would’ve been no mafia for us to take over-” Her father’s harsh hiss stopped her from speaking this time. “If you know what’s good fo
Rein fixed her messy ponytail and cuffed her wrists, making sure the rope burns were not visible. It didn’t matter if she was soaked, as long as she had no injuries. She stared at the metal door for a few seconds before making up her mind.She knew better than to believe Sylvester Cobb’s words blindly. Anyone could have known of the Evander’s covert phrase including him. And judging from their short interactions, Cobb seemed like the type to drain another person of their very use to the very last drop before he would do them any favors.“I will make you give me a name. If I have to do the unimaginable, then I will,” Rein thought as the door let out a deep groan when she pushed it open.And true to her warning, most of Cobb’s men lie bleeding on the ground. What appeared to be a large storage facility was now turned into a slaughterhouse. And facing her by the entrance was the Evander Don holding a man up by his head, using him as a shield against whoever opened the door.A stand-off w
A sudden cascade of ice water forced Rein awake from her pained stupor. She jolted violently as a reaction but was unable to move further.“What the?” She said in a hoarse voice as she looked down to see her limbs tied to a chair. This reminded her of what happened before she passed out. “Shit, this can’t be happening now,” Rein thought.Before she could further assess her situation, a baritone voice rang out from the other side of the room, “Is our Evander prince awake?”Sylvester Cobb puffed out a ring of smoke in the air as he sat a few feet from her, the cigar in his fingers close to burning them. He seemed to have waited there for some time already, a light haze having surrounded them.Panic rushed in Rein’s veins. The water felt too warm now as compared to the dread that a rival group knew her identity. Still, her face remained stoic through her aching head injury and stress. “There must be a way out of here,” she reminded herself.“What do you-”She was instantly cut off by the
“What time should I come by your house? I should at least talk to Don Renaud if I’m taking his daughter out on a date.” Rein put on her cufflinks, the very same heirloom Aidon passed on to her, as she prepared for the movie and dinner date with Kora. Not able to get more information from Dona Agatha during the mafia gathering, the military trio decided on squeezing whatever intel they can from Kora who was obviously smitten with Rein’s facade. A feat that the Evander was quite proud of. Turns out, being a female was all it took to attract Kora. The woman on the other line gave a soft chuckle, “Don’t you think it’s too early to be meeting my parents?” Oh, it was far from that. Rein had already met individually with all family leaders except for Elus. And though the latest evidence pointed towards the Dais, she had to check every family. Kora continued, “I’m actually not in the house and I’m close by. So why don’t I pick you up in a few minutes? Let’s try changing roles this time.” Re
“So, how was the business trip?” Delian’s inquisitive tone asked. Thankfully, Rein’s boss bought her excuse of traveling around the Evander properties. Something she was allowed to do after recovering, per doctor’s approval. After speaking on the phone several times, both now felt comfortable with each other. Phone calls that Rein surprisingly enjoyed. As dense as Delian was, he had some humor and real sense in him: a rare quality in the mafia. “It went well. Some workers just needed reminding.” It was a common occurrence to have laborers protest and mafia businesses were no exception. A first for Rein to get involved with the family affairs. “You beat those people up?” Delian scoffed. “Sir, you insult me,” Rein almost spoke in her natural voice. Clearing her throat, “It’s still a business so no, I didn’t. All I did was listen and broker an agreement, making them an offer they’re not allowed to refuse.” “Oh,” was all he could say. “I see now why your uncle fought for you to be my