The Mafia Boss Is The Man Of My Dreams

Chapter 8

Knight’s POV

I walked toward my waiting car, a dark smirk still playing on my lips.

I certainly hadn’t expected to cross paths with anyone who would make me laugh when I had come to Saturn Finance strictly for business, but her making me laugh was all it was. Nothing more. The girl was undeniably cute, and she looked exactly like the kind of trouble that came beautifully wrapped in a sharp smile, but that was where the brief interaction ended.

I wasn’t here to find a woman.

If I wanted someone to warm my bed at night, I wouldn’t have to lift a single finger to make it happen.

“Conan isn’t even down here yet, huh,” I muttered under my breath as I approached the vehicle where Rowan stood waiting. He shook his head slightly, and I rolled my eyes in irritation. Even with whatever time I’d deliberately wasted inside the building, I had still beaten the man downstairs.

Talk about utter incompetence.

I slid into the backseat, resting my head against the headrest and letting out a slow, controlled sigh. “How long does it take a man to bring one single folder down an elevator?”

Several agonizing minutes passed before I finally spotted him through the tinted glass, practically dragging his feet toward the car.

“Get the document from him,” I barked smoothly to Rowan. “I’m not stepping out of this vehicle just to look at his pathetic face.”

Rowan moved immediately, intercepting the figure and returning seconds later to hand the a folder through the window.

“He deeply apologizes for the delay, boss.”

“He can save his useless apologies for someone who actually cares,” I replied coldly, tossing the folder onto the empty seat beside me. “Let’s go.”

The car pulled away from the curb instantly. I frowned, my jaw tightening as I glanced out the window and watched Conan actually offer a deep bow as the car swept past him.

“Is that i***t forgetting he’s supposed to be playing the powerful CEO here?” I muttered, my irritation spiking. “He doesn’t even consider his surroundings or who might be watching the cameras.”

“I’ll personally caution him tonight, boss,” Rowan offered from the front seat.

“Let him be for now,” I replied, casting a dark glance at the folder. “We have the physical documents. That is all that matters.”

The former owner, Mr. Saturn, had better be telling the absolute truth about what was contained within this file. If he wasn’t, the freedom he had just bargained for would be short-lived. I never serve mercy twice—and if he had to be dragged back into our cells a second time, he wouldn’t be walking out alive.

“Have the legal team check every single line,” I ordered strictly as I stepped back into the privacy of my estate later that night. “If there’s even a single typo or missing clause, drag that bald-headed man back to the interrogation room at first light.”

A disciplined chorus of “Welcome back, boss”followed me as I strode through the main hall. I gave a brief, dismissive nod and continued straight to my private quarters.

I dropped onto the mattress without hesitation, the weight of the transition still heavy on my mind. If everything checked out, I could finally move on to laundering the firm's assets—then immediately shift my focus to our next high-value venture.

There was absolutely no room for delay.

I had powerful allies to settle and heavy shadow sponsors to satisfy. Conan had better start proving his utility very quickly.

The night passed in the blink of an eye. Rest was an extreme luxury in my world, but I made sure to secure a few solid hours of sleep. If I was going to ruin lives during the day, I always preferred to do it with a perfectly clear mind.

“What’s the official status on the audit sheets?” I demanded the exact second I stepped out of my room the following morning, where Rowan was already waiting like a statue.

“Our chief lawyer is on his way up right now, boss,” he replied smoothly, placing a freshly poured glass of wine into my outstretched hand.

I settled onto the sofa and took a slow, appreciative sip. Amarone della Valpolicella. The only vintage truly worthy of my palate. Deep. Dark. Unforgiving. Everything other blends failed to be.

“Mr. Knight,” a calm voice called out from the doorway.

I lifted my head, a polite, dangerous smile forming instantly. “Angelo.”

The firm's top legal mind took a seat directly opposite me. “Why did the senior partners send you of all people today, Angelo?” I asked, tilting my glass. “Is it because you’re the only person in that entire firm who isn't actively terrified of me?”

“We’re practically friends, Knight,” he said lightly, adjusting his spectacles.

I chuckled darkly, the sound echoing in the room. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, lawyer.”

My expression hardened into pure ice in the next second. “Let me guess—the news is exceptionally bad. That’s why they sent the one person they knew I wouldn't instantly lash out at.”

Angelo nodded grimly, pulling the documents from his briefcase. “They are mostly legitimate—but the single most critical document is entirely missing from the packet.”

I stood up instantly, setting the wine down so hard the crystal rattled.

“The official asset handover deed,” Angelo added, his voice dropping.

My jaw clenched until the bone ached. That pathetic old man, Saturn, had chosen the absolute wrong predator to play mind games with.

“Is my suit ready?” I snapped, turning a lethal gaze toward Rowan.

“Yes, boss. It's waiting in the dressing room.”

“Escort Angelo out safely,” I ordered, my voice dropping into a terrifying whisper. “And make absolutely certain Saturn is captured and fully cooperative before I get back here . He isn't leaving the basement this time.”

I was dressed and on the move within minutes.

Of course I couldn’t trust an incompetent pawn like Conan to handle a transaction this massive properly. I would retrieve the missing deed myself if necessary—but Saturn? He had better be saying his final prayers already. His company might survive what I was about to unleash, but his life certainly wouldn’t.

“Stay in the car and keep the engine idling,” I barked at Rowan as I slammed the car door and strode furiously into the Saturn Finance lobby.

I headed straight for the elevator, my mind focused entirely on Conan’s office. For his sake, the man had better have a spectacular excuse for this oversight.

I was only a few yards away from his office when that exact same familiar presence crossed my path again—but I was in a bloodthirsty mood, completely unavailable for pretty distractions. Keeping my jaw clenched and my gaze locked straight ahead, I brushed right past her.

“Knight!”

I froze mid-step.

Slowly, deliberately, I turned on my heel—wondering who on this earth was stupid enough to call my government name so boldly in an open hallway.

My dark eyes landed squarely on her.

The fiercely composed girl from Conan’s office.

She was wearing a confident, clever little smile as she took a step toward me, and my dark frown deepened into a dangerous scowl.

How the hell did she know my name?

I stared down at her, a toxic mix of irritation and profound intrigue simmering violently beneath my calm exterior.

Conan, you loose-mouthed, pathetic i***t.