Chapter 3 - Rhys
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I take my phone out of my pocket and check my emails.
I reply to every important one and check my bank account.
Too much f*****g money. And all black.
I really need to find a good launderer. Because, if I keep this up, I will have more black than legal.
I sighed and put my phone down.
Where the hell is Aaron?
He was supposed to be here five minutes ago.
I saw the front door of his villa open through my window.
He grins like an i***t and leans in to kiss his wife.
I turned my head, not wanting to witness this.
He finally makes his way to the car.
"Hey man!" he says cheerfully.
"You're five minutes late" I stated calmly.
His face becomes slightly pink, and he sends me a knowing wink.
I rolled my eyes and started the engine.
We both chatted as we reached our destination.
It's an abandoned building. It is in very bad shape. For years now, no one has had an interest in buying it.
Or renovating. So, we thought it would be a good idea to buy this building.
It's very old. It has been in this area for...who knows how long.
We use this building as a cover for the torture we give to the motherfucking betrayers.
It has been one of my favorite places to go other than my office.
"What should our tactics be now?" Aaron asked me, with a crazed look on his face.
Aaron's my brother. He's a ruthless piece of s**t like me.
He likes this just as much as I do.
"I don't know. Our usual?" I asked him. Giving him a sideways glance.
I caught him smiling in an unhinged way.
"Nice choice" he says as we enter the room, where we stored all the torture supplies.
We call this room our torture chamber.
I caught a glimpse of the man we tied up last night, because he gave our information to the lower mafia for money.
He stirred as soon as we turned the lights on.
He's tied up in a very uncomfortable chair.
He whined as he saw Aaron advance toward him.
I just stood back and watched my Twin.
I loved teaching my twin all the immoral ways to torture a traitor.
And he loved learning them.
"Now, what are we going to do with you?" Aaron asked with a merciless glint shining in his eyes.
The man whimpered. It has been days since we held him hostage and tortured him.
To be honest, we are getting bored.
Aaron untied the cloth that was covering his mouth. As soon as he untied it, the piece of crap panted.
He looked at us with tears in his eyes, begging us to forgive him.
Aaron stood close to him, curled his fist in the man's shirt.
"WE made you a MADE man!" Aaron screamed and the man flinched.
"Did you forget what we would do if we found a traitor in our empire?" he asked with a mad smile dancing on his face.
The man shook his head.
Aaron looked at me and I nodded.
He turned back to the man and said "Well, guess we have to remind you then."
The man's eyes widened and he cried even more.
Disgusting.
"Do you have any last words?" he asked.
"I- NO- p-please -" he stuttered.
Aaron looked pissed. "Ugh! Never mind. You're taking forever."
He sliced the man's chest with the knife he took once he was inside.
Blood splattered everywhere. On his clothes, his face and all over the floor.
He turned to me with a proud and satisfied smile.
I smirked back and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"We need to clean this" I said, annoyed.
"Good thing, we have covered the place with plastic wrap then." He said with the same look on his face.
He's right. We covered the room with plastic wrap to make it easier to clean. We learned after the first time we did this.
It took us an HOUR to finish cleaning.
I gave Aaron a ride home and I planned on leaving to my office.
Being a mafia lord is not easy. It means having a target behind your back wherever you go. This powerful position is followed by responsibilities. Responsibilities that are too much to handle for a 26-year-old.
But I knew what I signed up for when I took over from my father. Aaron didn't want this responsibility. So, I took it.
My father always had only two rules of being a mafia lord.
" 1. You have to be ruthless.
2. Never be soft. Ever."
I've followed these rules my whole life. That's how I got my reputation as the DEVIL.
But the truth is.... I like it. I like being ruthless and cold.
I suddenly received a phone call and I reached out to pick my phone up. It was in my suit's pocket.
I never liked casual clothes. Suits are more my type. I immediately took it when I saw it was my father.
"Hello father" I said into the phone.
"Son. I need you in my office" he says, and pauses for a moment.
"It is important" he said calmly.
Which is queer, because he is never calm.
"Alright. I'll be on my way". I said as I hung up.
What could be so important that he sounds calm?
I guess I'll have to find out.
A few minutes later.
I glanced at my watch. And noticed that I was far too early.
As I entered his office, he was on his phone talking to someone....politely.
That's definitely not normal.
He hung up when he saw me and gestured me inside.
"You're early" he said.
"You said it was important" I stated.
"Yes, it is," he said.
"Well, what is it?" I asked him as he stood up and turned his back to me. He was looking out the window that looked over the sea.
"You're 26, Rhys," he started.
"You need an heir, and you need a lady." he turned his head to look at me.
I remain silent, not getting his point.
He finally turned around to face me.
"So, I've arranged a marriage for you. With Maeve Armani"
I was too stunned to speak. Anger boils in my blood. I've been controlled by him my whole life. And now this?
"You can't do that." I said, trying to hide my emotions.
"It will be our chance to enter the Elder's society and a chance to start a legal business as a disguise."
Elder's society, huh?. Elder's society is a council that holds some of the important people from all around the world. It currently holds five people. And Derek Armani is one of them.
If I marry his daughter, I will be given a seat on the council.
But, I don't want to marry someone I don't even know.
I was always focused on taking over my dad and I never focused on my love life.
But, I do want a seat on the council.
"Fine" I resign.
Dad smiles and his eyes shine with pride. Maybe because I never step out of line.
The king of hell's perfect little devil.
"Vittale is trying to marry her to gain access to the dowry," he stated.
"So, I am supposed to protect her?" I assume.
"Precisely" he answered, and with that he ended the topic and jumped off to our usual business.
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