"Sir, today is the day that you need to go to Manchester. What time do you plan on leaving? How long do you plan on staying?" A blond lady about 5'7 was standing in front of my mahogany desk asked, in a cool tone despite me still flipping through my papers.
Elena is tall, and well fit since she's made it her priority to become my secretary and bodyguard. Her long blond hair draped on her shoulders, framing her small face. She has those soul reading, green eyes, that were always studying me, and judging me.
Really I didn't need a bodyguard, but she was persistent.
"I'll be leaving within the hour, make sure to clear my schedule for the next three days. Even though I'm only planning to meet them tonight, I'm using the other two days for a break. You're not coming." I expressed the last words in a cold, demanding tone, glancing at her over my papers as I gauged her reaction.
Expecting her reaction, since it wouldn't be the first time.
"Jacob King! There is a reason why I'm your bodyguard. I'm not supposed to be left alone here, while you're going to another part of the continent. I'm coming." Elena spoke in a defiant tone while she kept her head down. Since she couldn't bring herself to look into my annoyed look.
As the Mafia King, I have authority over most of the continent, except for Young's portion. But even his power was dwindling, because of his age, and the sudden events in the household. Being the Mafia King, meant there were many people are under my command, however, it goes beyond that for some people.
"When I give an order you listen. You. are. staying." I emphasized the last three words, making sure that she would feel the power of my command. Signing the document then handed it to her, without another look in her direction.
Walking out of the office, taking the separate elevator to the company garage, I hopped into my grey Lamborghini and drove on the highway to my home. Home, was in a woodland area, separated from the outside world, and was a place where I can be my true self.
Only a couple of people knew where this was, and that was mostly my pack.
"Tonight is going to be very interesting, I can feel it," I muttered aloud, stepping into the large house.
For a while, Young has been asking something of me, but in the end, I refused. I knew that both his public and underworld business was decreasing since he didn't have any inheritors since all of his children didn't take interest in the Young Co. I've watched each of his boys was walking in different directions and watched that rediculous man make unwise decisions in the past couple of years.
But it's all good since it attracts more business with me.
***
Walking on the streets of Manchester, UK, I went to the nearest cheap motel and rented a room for two nights, even though I would pay for another night.
I received two calls from my brothers, one was acting and the other was genuinely concerned about where I was, but I refused to answer them because they would track me. I ditched my old phone by leaving it in the motel, with the battery pulled out and it set on airplane mode. Later pulling out my backup phone for this mission, since I've always been careful to carry two with me.
George was the only one that I could trust to know the number of the other phone because he was the one to handle some of the missions. He would usually send the location of the event, just hours before it happened, but tonight seemed to be an exception. He sent the location early, probably because he was being closely watched, by either my father or Rocket.
I wasn't worried that my father would find out unless the ambassadors managed to catch me. And if they did, I would be banned from leaving my room or probably losing my introduction. But, I'm still willing to risk it, since I want to find out what he's hiding.
This man is well known for keeping huge secrets.
***
Six hours later, I located the place and set up the mic.
The meeting place was of course at a dock, but a dock that had many places to hide. When I got to my hiding place -a little platform with a ladder leading up, with a couple of boxes giving me some type of coverage from all sides- it provided a clear sight of the meeting spot and the front entrance, but not the rear entrance.
Which wasn't the best, since it would be better to see all the exits, but I was already cutting close on time, to find another spot.
I decided to eat a sandwich ten minutes before I watched my father's ambassadors walk in with a hard black briefcase. One man was in his mid-twenties, and the other was in his mid-forties, but both of them had salt and pepper hair. Both sat down at the table that was provided there, but it wasn't without a childish fight for a chair.
Plugging in my earbuds and turning my phone on silent and do not disturb, I listened and watched the men quietly. They were dressed in all black, with high-quality wristwatches, that caught the dying lamp, their hair was slicked back They were waiting in silence until the younger one spoke.
"When is he supposed to be here?" One said with an impatient tone, while the older one looked at him like he lost his mind. "What, I'm tired that Boss won't come to do his work himself." the same man shrugged, as he looked dead into his partner's eyes, saying the statement bravely.
"We're meeting the Mafia King, shut up and watch your tone if you don't want to die, tonight." The older one said, then he continued, "Besides, this isn't something that the boss can do, because he has to watch his daughter, since this involves her."
'Why am I not surprised, yet ironically, I'm sure he doesn't know I'm gone.' I turned around when I heard a door click and footsteps walk in the direction of the two men.
When the newcomer stepped into my view, I was blown away by how young the rumored Mafia King was, he had to be younger than 18 or right at, I expected older, since he was able to instill fear into his enemies, except me.
He was in a black suit and his guns were noticeable in their holsters underneath the coat. He had brown tousled hair, and a firm jaw, sadly that's all that I noticed before he walked away from my sight.
His three guards hung back at the door and looked around, the area for a couple of moments. Being careful, I moved on the small platform, to get a better look at this man. When he spoke in a cool tone, sitting down at the table in a relaxed position, My father's men stared before bowing their heads slightly, indicating they wanted a clean deal.
"What does Alex Young want this time, is it of his request, or is it another deal?" His cool voice was calming, yet stung like fire, and it took me everything to not sigh, as it was dreamy. He glanced back at his bodyguards and nodded telling them to leave the room.
***
-Mafia King's Pov-
"It is both. Mr. Young wants you to take his... daughter's hand in marriage when she turns of age." The older man looked at me when I had a questioning look. 'I heard daughter. Young doesn't have one,' I thought to myself.
The old man seemed to read my expression and slid a packet of documents, and when I opened the yellow packet, there was in fact a female with the last name of Young and the birth record, and the birth record was provided as well.
"Haha, real funny," I started, trying to brush off my unease. "But how did he manage to keep her hidden. And as striking as she is, she can't be more than fourteen or fifteen now, so why should I make this deal?" I brushed through the documents, picking out her descriptions; she has long dark brown hair, and a beautiful charming smile, and piercing blueish-greenish eyes.
I laughed again, setting down the stack of papers. It is just like that time when he came to me a year ago when I gained the Mafia underworld in Europe, asking for more power, in exchange to give me something I needed.
However, he didn't tell me what I needed, no that I needed to be told.
"He is willing... to hand over his company, in order for it to go to a male. All three of his sons refuse to take their inheritance, and the daughter is climbing up the ladder. It is known to a couple of people, that she plans on taking the company. However, Alex Young doesn't want his company falling into the hands of a female." The older man continued to speak, looking at me with an unreadable expression.
"That is just a selfish reason on his part. Because of his reasoning, I will not make this deal due..." squeak, crash!! A box suddenly fell to the ground and landed close to the back door. When I looked up to where it possibly fell, I saw a set of piercing blueish-green eyes, that showed so much emotion, yet mostly anger.
Before I could shout anything, she jumped down and made a run for it, somehow making it past my highly trained guards. I pulled out my precious Pistol and shot her on the right side, despite that shot, she kept going. I didn't injure her badly, just a marking, so I can find her again.
She was young, but I will find her.
When the prey runs, it's only normal that the predator chases. That's how our game started.
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