Chapter 2
The major activities of the mafia are to settle disputes with other criminals, guard against mutual fraud, plan and oversee unlawful agreements, and frequently involve a large number of agents, such as illicit cartel dealings in legal sectors.
Mafia bosses are feared for their ruthlessness and willingness to take lives to exercise their influence while profiting from criminal activity. They typically have complete or nearly complete control over the other members of the organization.
The boss alone has the authority to approve killings both within and outside the family and can promote or demote family members as they see fit.
However, Luther doesn't want to involve his family in the matter. He, who is in complete charge of the business, must obey instructions from his grandmother in order to hide his deadly persona.
"What's up with that face, dude? Pfft!" Kheed paused his laughter at the wrinkled face of the young man who was clearly not in the mood after hanging up the phone.
"What did Gransil say?" Lucas asked.
"She can't fvcking come home, and I need to attend the fvcking event myself."
"Oh, why? Didn't she say she was only in Italy for a short time, and I knew she was supposed to leave yesterday?"
"It's because of that fucking nail salon," the young man explained, causing his two companions to laugh. "Pfft, just because of her nails?!"
"What's the fvcking difference if she gets it done here or there? Her nails are all fvcking the same!" exclaimed the young man once more.
He never attends a gathering unless it is about the company or the Mafia, so they are aware of the young man's dissatisfaction with his grandmother's decision.
"I'm not going," he said as he leaned back in his reclining chair. "You do the job."
"fine with me; who could refuse such a good order?" Kheed agreed with a nod.
"Are you sure? You know you can't make a mistake, just one mistake, Gransil will take the company back from you, everything you've gained will be lost, and ultimately, your secret will be exposed," Lucas warned the young man.
"Then I'll make another."
"Back to zero then? Too much time has been wasted. It's been two years bro, how many years will it take before you can carry out the plan?" remarked Lucas, adding to the young man's frustration. "Fuck it!"
"Aren't you glad, bro? You're going to see beauties! You're in luck!" exclaimed Kheed.
"I'm not interested," Luther replied, shaking his head and focusing his attention on the papers.
"That's better, you won't be bored," Lucas teased, holding back his laughter.
"I'd rather sign papers than smile and act like a fvcking nice person," said the young man.
"A Mafia boss taking orders from his elders, that's epic!" Kheed teased. "Don't start with me, Johnson," he said, glaring at his friend.
The young man raised his hand in surrender, suppressing his laughter. They understood why their friend had to follow his grandmother; he just couldn't bear not to tease.
There will be an annual selection for the school model. And because their company is one of the big shareholders of the said university, he is chosen to be one of the juries. The young man's grandmother often attends this gathering, but since she is still in another country, the grandson is forced to attend the event.
Even though the young man was powerful, all he could do was obey his grandmother's orders to suppress its suspicion. He went ahead and attended anyway.
The arrival of the three handsome young men caused chaos and noise at the university. The screams of the female student could be heard while looking at the young man, and the people saw a dominant and emotionless CEO, just as Google claims.
"Mr. Cromwell," an elderly man said to the three as he looked at Luther. He smiled and extended his hand. "Welcome to RiverStone University; we're delighted to have you. Ow, and before I forget, I'm Agustin Remullo, the Dean of this university," Luther accepted it without a smile.
"I'm glad to meet you," the young man said flatly, causing his two companions to secretly shake their heads. "Mrs. Cromwell is right; you are very attractive; I expect the school to be chaotic and noisy haha," the dean said, irritating the young CEO even more.
"Your friend doesn't really know how to play pretend, bro, pfft!" Kheed said to Lucas, who was shaking his head.
The selection process has begun, and many young women attend not to be models but to catch a glimpse of Cromwell Enterprise's grandson and young CEO. The screaming that irritates the young man can be heard all around.
All of the ladies were lovely and made a good impression at school, but the young man was unconcerned. It doesn't pique his interest. That much is certain: he is not gay. He just doesn't like loud environments, and everyone knows how ear-splitting girls can be. One of the primary reasons he does not recruit females for his organization. The young man shook his head and left, leaving Lucas and Kheed to finish the job.
He walked around and looked around to pass the time until he noticed the old man who had introduced himself earlier following him. "I'm going for a walk."
"Well, I can show you around," the old man replied, smiling. "This school has a lot to offer."
"I wanted to walk alone," he said authoritatively making the old man cringe for some inexplicable reason. "a-ahm... the c-contest will begin in m-minutes."
"I know, my employees are there to choose."
"But, Mr. Cromwell, your grandmother asked me to make sure you choose the candidate."
Luther could feel the annoyance but chose to calm himself down rather than aggravate the situation by making a comment to his Grandma. He looked around for something to point to in order to end the conversation when he noticed a lady under a tree looking up at the sky. Not even seeing her face, Luther immediately pointed to the woman, "There. How about her?" The old man turned to what he pointed to, and the smile on his lips quickly faded.
" Please, Mr. Cromwell, not her."