The Mafia Prince's Obsession

A NIGHT THAT I CANNOT REMEMBER DRAVEN "We are not going to explain anything -- " The man did not even finish what he was about to say when the ironed bullet finally hit his head, planted deep into his skull. Now, his cold body lay on the dusty floor of that old factory house that had not been used for decades. The dark crimson fluid streamed down but was not enough to wash a hundred layers of grime stuck in that area. "I'm gonna ask you again," Draven said as he pointed the gun at the other man, kneeling beside the dead body. "What family do you work for?" he asked as his bushy brows arched in awry. "It's A -- Argento," the man spoke in a trembling voice. His hands were turning pale and were clenched on one another, begging for mercy. "Argento? I never heard of them," he uttered as his dilated eyes squinted. "We heard the family Argento moved recently here to San Dominica. People said they used to rule the land. These two are sent to reclaim the town they used to hold under their protection," said Fabian, a man under their family. "I am just doing my job," the man pleaded. He leveled the gun toward the bottom part of the man's body. In a blink of an eye, his finger twitched on the trigger twice. The man plunged sideways, wailing for his poor legs that was shot simultaneously. "Tell to your boss, that the De Luca rules the city of San Dominica," Draven proclaimed. He turned his back and handed the Glock 17 to Fabian. In return, he gave him a black handkerchief to wipe his hands. Fabian also opened the door of their tinted car, waiting outside the old establishment. "Is dad at home?" he asked Fabian. "Yes, Sir." "Drive me there," he ordered. The car started and from the back seat, Draven made himself busy looking through the window of the car. His index finger tapped on the door panel. The city of San Dominica was their territory for as long as he can remember. He was turning twenty-six this year and the place has been under the protection of his family ever since before he was born. The skyscrapers to small establishments, from big to small businesses, were taken care of by them. It was also said that they were the reason why the city was prosperous and could compete with the nearby big cities around it. It took them less than an hour before they arrived home. The mansion stood by itself in the middle of the well-maintained forest, by the outskirts of the city. The way up there was never a strenuous adventure for the only road was built by the top engineers of the city. Their family were known and their money works for them. The house was as big as it could be considered a villa. The members of their family, through blood or by swore, resides with them. They were brothers under the leadership of his father- Don Miguel De Luca, the head of the only mafia in San Dominica. "Draven, my favorite child!" his father greeted him as he raised his two hands, while kept sitting on his fanciful armchair by their library. Draven walked and halted in front of his father. Like what the other common members do, he bowed in respect to the head of their family. "I am home, father." "Yes. Yes. So, how was the matter in the area of Lucia?" he asked about the town that asked for their help because another mafia family were claiming the place. "It went well as always," he said. The old man smiled. "That is why you are my favorite son. You always get your job pretty well," he praises. "If I am your favorite, why not offer me your throne?" he said looking at him so intentionally. The smile on the old man's face turned into grin. "Still ambitious, eh?" "Order me anything you wanted. I will sort it out for you. Let me be the next heir to your throne." He took a sigh and stood up to hold both sides of his broad shoulders. "You will be, my child. If your brothers will make a wrong move, then the throne is yours. It is a competition, but I am reminding you that you can never have the throne if you achieve it in the wrong way." He gently shook his shoulders. "Why not join the bachelor's party of your eldest brother tonight? Relax. Have fun while you're still young." He nodded as an answer but his mind wasn't really agreeing to what he said. Night came. And he went to the bar where the stag party was celebrated. The eldest of them three is going to marry in a month. The bar was exclusively reserved that night for the big event. The music was as loud as new year's eve. The place is crowded with men and some girls who was picked to please the groom-to-be. "Speaking of the devil," he murmured as he saw Dan, walking towards the entrance where he was. His brother was with two chicks dressed in satin and sparkly sequence on both his arms. The fact that he was already holding a glass of a golden iced drink, made him an expert for claiming two more in his hands. Well, his marriage is only arranged, making him go as wild as possible for the remaining days of his single era. "Nice to have you here, Draven," Dan said and he could smell the alcohol in his breath. He eyes looks sleepy already and his cheeks are blushing like fire. "Yup," he said as he grabbed a drink from a waiter roaming around in their trays. "Cheers," he said as he raised his glass and took a sip. Dan thanked him and left laughing, more like giggling with the two girls. "I'm sure Karla will shoot you in the head if you still act like that in the future," he whispered as if Dan could still hear him. He went to the bar counter to get himself a nice bottle of vodka or anything. His father told him to relax and have fun. And so, there he is now, drinking 'til he can't hold it anymore. He was halfway of his bottle when he started to feel a sudden blurriness on his sight. He had always been a heavy drinker. Could it be possible that they mixed some drug on his drinks? He shook his head, trying to keep his mind still. But all the things around him were dancing with every beat of the music. "F**k!" he blurted out as he took off a few buttons on his shirt to loosen his neck. He could feel himself burning up and throwing up so he headed towards the rest room. On his way, a very unpleasant sight was displayed upon him. Two men were grabbing a girl, forcing her inside the men's rest room. The girl was about five foot four and slightly heighten up with the pair of killer stilletos she have. He could see the curves on her body with the tight dress she is wearing. His visions were unclear that the only thing he knew was her long wavy blonde hair. He was sexy and the heat in him could not deny it. "I said I don't want to!" the girl shouted. The two men stopped when they saw him. They straightened up, but did not let go of the girl. "Sir Draven," they greeted. "Are you going to use the rest room?" they asked. "No," he said and raised his hands to gesture them to keep doing what they were about to do. But then, his sluggish eyes partly widened when the girl run towards his arms, hugging him. God! The smell of her perfume is waking his manhood. "Sir, you know this girl?" the man asked. "I've been looking for you," the girl looked up to him and to the men who pulled her. "Of course. He knows me. Right, Draven?" she stated, waiting for him to respond. "I know you?" Draven mumbled. His brows were in real confuse right now. "Can you say my name again? It sounds sexy in my ears," he said. He could not stop the smile on his lips that turned into chuckle. "Oh, babe. You're drunk. Come on. Let's head to your room," she said and drove him out with her. He does not know how expert the girl is but seconds after, he finds himself lying on a cloud. The next thing he knew was a soft lips started puckering his lips. He could smell a minty strawberry flavor from her and its making him wants to taste it more. "I don't remember having a girlfriend this time," Draven said as soon as their lips parted. The room was dark and it feels like he was blind. The only thing he knew was he wanted to pour the heat in his body that builded up with all the caresses. His lips started to explore the girl's lock soft neck. "D*mn. You smell good," he whispered in his husky voice as he closed his eyes. He was in a heavenly moment that he does not know when did sleep finally took him. Draven woke up the next morning as the rays of the morning sun peeks through the white laced curtain of that a hotel room on the upper floors of the bar where he stayed last night. It was striking his eyes, forcing him to get on his feet. He could feel the throbbing pain in his head that even a massage on his temple was not enough to get rid of it. "F**k!" he shouted. He opened his eyes to look for his phone. "What time is it?" he murmurs. His eyes stopped as he settled those on the bedside table. It even made his lips parted in stun of what he saw. There was a stack of cash, maybe as thick as a book, and a note stickled beside it. "Thank you?" he read it as he held the papers on his hand. His lips started to curve in a smirk as flashes of a memory of him and a woman he does not know began to pop in his mind. He can't remember it well even if he tried so hard and it is even making his head ache more. "Just what the hell happen last night?" he asked in himself, as he still looks at the money the woman left.