HEIR
1107 Words
**Don Alex**
I watch as she sleeps in the bed comfortably. She looks delicate and fragile. She was brought in unconscious by my guards a few hours ago.
They said she had refused to come with them so they had to blow on her temple to knock her out.
I hope she is not feisty, cause I hate stubborn and feisty women. I don't care if her father has trade her with or without her permission.
What matters now is that she's my possession and I would possess her just the way I want.
Just earlier today, I and my men went to her father's house to seize the property cause of the huge amount of unpayable debt her father owes one of my casinos.
"Please, don't throw us out and take the property. I would look for a means to pay the money. Please," her father had pleaded.
I smirked. "What else did you have that would worth the money you owe me? It's twenty million dollars we are f*****g talking about here." I had said to him and signal my men to throw them out.
"My daughter. I would give you my daughter please. If you don't take the house I would give you my daughter in exchange for the debt. I promise she's a very good girl and she would always answer to you." He went on and said.
I was stunned. Very funny.
"She's twenty-two and still a virgin. If you have her, you would be the only man that would ever have her.'' He added.
"Did you think I'm in need of some virgin girl? Just because she's virgin does that make her special?" I asked him.
"I swear you're going to love her. Here, here is a picture of her." He showed me a photo of her on his phone with shaky hands.
I stared at the picture and smirked. She looks pretty but too innocent. Too innocent for my world.
Then a thought got into my mind, 'she might be able to give me an heir', I thought.
I have been diagnosed with 'sterility'. In all my thirty five years on earth I have been struggling to sire an heir who would continue my empire all to no avail.
It feels like I had been cursed with sterility. I don't want my bloodline to end with me. I need to find a way to have an heir.
What if she would be able to produce an heir for me? Just what if?
I stared at her father and said sternly. "Two years. I would be offering you and your daughter two years. Two years for her to give me an heir. If after two years she's still unable to give me a child, then I'm coming for you all and this time I would make sure to bury you all alive. You and your entire family." I voiced out to him.
"Yes, yes. I promise she's going to give you a child in two years. I promise. Please don't take my house." Her father went on his knees and kept begging.
I smiled broadly. This man is playing with fire and he doesn't even know it.
"Where is she now?" I growled loudly.
"She would be here soon. I would make a call to her right away." He said.
I didn't wait for her and left few of my men to wait and bring her when she comes.
And now… here she is, lying on my bed.
She has been here for hours now, unaware of the storm she has been thrust into, unaware of what her life is about to become.
I stand at the edge of the bed, watching her and waiting for her to wake.
Because when she does, her world will never be the same again.
I have returned back to Italy solely for one purpose; Revenge. My father, Don Castillo was wrongly setup and killed here in this city two years ago.
Since I arrived in the city of Italy for six months now, I have been paving my way into the business world with precision and blood. I have bought companies, clubs, restaurants and hotels. I am taking full control of both the physical business and underworld business.
I have become the anonymous most feared Mafia Don this country has ever heard of. Most of the other Mafia Don in this city has never seen me other than few of them that I had done business with before. Most of the men who works for me haven't even seen me.
The other Mafia Dons fear and envy me. They want to compete and be like me.
But power is nothing if it cannot last. An empire must have an heir.
I am not naïve enough to fall in love. Love is a weakness. Love gets you killed. What I need is simple: a child. For my bloodline to continue.
No strings attached, no feelings attached, just a contract. A woman who can bear me an heir. She would leave after her job is done or I might employ her as nanny to look after the child.
The doctor said the chance of my sperm fertilizing an egg is very low and I can only impregnate a woman on a very rare occasion.
I hope this whole arrangement works out well for me. For us all. If not, there would be trouble for the Smith family.
She suddenly stirred faintly in her sleep and her lashes flutters open before she blinks her eyes open.
For a few seconds she looks lost and her gaze darts around the unfamiliar room, maybe she is trying to piece together where she was. Then her eyes landed on me.
Her whole body went still.
Her eyes wide in shock as she found me standing over her. She suck in a sharp breath and get up abruptly while clutching the sheets as if they could protect her.
“Finally,” I drawl, my tone mocking yet rich with menace. “You’re awake. I was beginning to get bored waiting for you.” My eyes rake over her face deliberately.
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