Zane stalked down the hall, heading in the direction of his room. No one dared to even try and talk let alone approach him. The aura he gave made the staff give him plenty of space. Damn his father for always ruining things! For once couldn't the man do something that didn't make him want to punch him? No being the consistent answer thus far. Today of all days probably took the top for the worst things the man had done.
"Do me a favor and bring me that woman who left my father's office. I want to have a few words with her." The maid mutely nodded and scurried off to do as she was asked. What did his father try to offer this one to get her to give him whatever he wanted? It would always be one thing or another with this father.
The young mafioso would've loved to do nothing more than leave at that very moment. Such a thing wasn't an option, however. The rules that the mafia followed when it came to relationships, especially those involving family were very strict. Bernard wasn't just his father, the man was also technically his boss. Zane had been born into this world rather than invited into it which created a deeper bond. Normal people could tell their abusive or useless families to piss off and never look back. For him though, those options didn't exist. Consequences would be enacted for those who tried.
The only real way that he could think about leaving would be to challenge the older man. Such challenges though generally created bigger problems than just between those with blood ties. Especially for such a large family as his, there would be people lining up to create more chaos and pick sides. Even though the issue didn't have anything to do with them, it would be the best opportunity to jump rank. Not something he was too keen to have to deal with. He would have to figure out a way that wouldn't turn the whole situation into a potential blood bath. He might have loathed his father, but that didn't mean he wanted the other man's blood on his hands.
Zane stepped into his room but made sure to leave the door open. A sign for the woman to know that she could enter whenever she came around. At least his room was left in the same shape it had been since he last visited. One of the few spaces that his father didn't try to control. Zane sighed deeply as he allowed his body to flop down on the bed. The tension would be the death of him.
Rolling his shoulders, he tried to release some of the tension building up in them. First the issue of the missing drugs then the annoying woman who couldn't just be straight with him and now his father. Could things get worse? Most likely. The young mafioso hoped that at least after today things would level out for a little bit.
The small tap on the door caused his head to snap in the direction of the bedroom door. The woman standing in the doorway looked far less timid than she had moments ago in his father's office.
"Take a seat." Zane indicated to the chair by his work desk. Glancing between him and the chair, she hesitated a moment before stepping inside. Was she considering leaving without talking to him? A bold move to make. The young mafioso wasn't going to start talking to her until she took a seat. Crossing her legs while staring at him expectantly.
"I want to know what exactly my father promised you in exchange for whatever you two were doing. I have heard it all so don't think I won't know if you're lying or hiding anything." His hand clenched inside his pants' pocket upon realizing he left his cigarettes behind. Nicotine would've been really nice at the current moment.
"He promised me a number of different things if I did what he wanted. Including you in exchange for a few small favors." Where did the sudden personality change come from? This one seemed much like a snake to keep an eye on than first appearance indicated.
"I hate to disappoint you but I'm hardly interested in being with anyone. Let alone someone like you who would bot to whatever my father wanted. If you want anything from me, I would recommend that you give me more detail than that to work with." The woman remained silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. A small purposeful motion of rolling her shoulders tucked close to her body caused her shirt to shift revealing more of her cleavage.
One look at her told him she was of a different breed from the other women his father tried to set him up with. High class, spoiled, prissy, and privileged. Her clothes screamed high class and attention-seeking. Had the previous display of behavior been nothing more than an attempt at sympathy?
"Nothing really beyond that. He just promised that if I let him have a little bit of fun first he could probably secure me a position in a relationship with you. Nothing new about being in that type of position. So how about it? Did what you saw before seal the deal?" If Zane didn't have such strong composure, he might've chosen to throw up right then and there. This one was far more shameless than almost all the others he deal with before.
"Seal the deal to get you thrown out of here? Absolutely. I'm not interested in even touching anything that has come in contact with my father. If your goal was to somehow get together with me, you have effectively ruined any chance of that happening." Her interactions with his father made the situation a deal-breaker for him more than her personality. No way would Zane ever touch anyone that his father's hands had been on. The mere thought disgusted him to the core.
"If he hasn't tried to threaten you with anything or take anything away from you, you can leave now. I have no further business with a woman such as yourself." Tossing his legs up on the bed, Zane rolled over so that he could lay down on the oversized bed. Any interest or sympathy he might've had for the other completely gone know sheat wasn't like the rest.
The woman seemed rather offended by his behavior and how quickly his attention went off her.
"I didn't think that you got the last say in this matter? As the son of your father in this family, you're bound to listen to whatever he tells you to do." Zane ignored the woman who seemed to get increasingly frustrated with each passing second. Her face contorted with anger at being ignored by such a powerful man she thought would be hers.
"If this is how you're going to be, perhaps it would be better for me to have a conversation with your father to get this sorted out." The woman stood up but barely made it to the door before a sudden tight grip on her left forearm pulled her back into the room.
"I suggest you weigh your next set of actions and words carefully." The menacing tone and hot breath caused her skin to prickle and the hairs on the back of her next to stand on end.