Chapter 2
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Sylvester lay on the large-sized bed, scrolling through his laptop, in his left hand is a big pop of smoke in between his index finger. His eyes narrowed as he keenly stared at the laptop screen.
His mind wandered away from the Italy oil business proposal bought for his family mafia group to take over,
“Should she be doing that menial job? What if it later becomes hard for her to conceive?” Sylvester thought, blinking his eyes away from the screen to the front door.
Immediately, his gaze went to the door, the door busted open and his bodyguard, Max entered.
“Sir, some three young men are out there, requesting to see you” he informed, his bold lofty engulfing the door shadow.
“When did I become useless to be welcoming just anyone’s visit?” Sylvester retorted, puffing out the smoke of the tobacco in his hand.
Max bowed immediately as he noticed Sylvester's sudden rage, “I’m sorry sir, they asked for Steward Cynthia. But, at the mention of the girl brought in earlier today. I thought they might have scheduled an appointment with you” he explained, to soothe Sylvester's anger.
He felt his boss, Sylvester must have been disappointed in him with his sudden rage when he informed him of a visit of some nobodies.
Sylvester let out a deep breath and scratched the scalp of his mustache a bit before dropping his laptop beside him.
“Let them in” he ordered, and immediately Max went out to escort them in.
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Outside the gate, stood three young men waiting patiently as they exchanged smirk on their anxious faces. The one that seems the oldest continuously licks his lower lip in obvious nervousness, while the other two showed the sight of great excitement.
Each of them showed the instinct to let out their thoughts which they knew now was not the right time to give opinions, they had come to meet the great notorious Salvador Sylvester, the boss of the deadly Salvador mafia group.
“You may come in” they heard a voice from the automated gate, which opened immediately after the voice spoke.
The three young men gasped in awe and astonishment at what they had seen, a luxurious mansion they'd only seen in movies.
“Amber is so lucky!” Andrea, the youngest among them exclaimed, his smiles beaming with happiness.
“Will you shut up!” Anger flared up in Roberto's eyes as he turned to glare at him.
He despised the fact that what they had done to their sister was as cruel and heartless as her brothers that they are. But he hated it more than his other brothers were about to make an opportunity out of their sister’s contract payment.
“Why ask him to shut up? Is he wrong? As if that clueless Amber would remember us for goodness” Luis, the second after Roberto spat, in support of Andrea's words.
“You should be grateful to us for bringing the lady to purchase her. It’s all thanks to us, she would live the best life she had ever dreamed of” Andrea added, his gaze rolling at the luxurious mansion in front of them.
He imagined himself inside, in front of Salvador Sylvester with a faint smile on his face, which disappeared immediately Roberto's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“You bastards! You must have thought you did a great job but no, you did nothing but just a fulfillment of your selfish dark lust for money”.
“And what have you done? When Mother was on the verge of death, we were chased out of our house because of Dad’s debt. What did you do? All you do is run your mouth like an impoverished rat!” Luis glowered at Roberto.
Roberto stood still as his brother’s words struck him hard in his heart. He might be right, what has he done? For Amber, nothing.
“Brother, you’re in no position to run your mouth here. You’re only here because your presence matters. If not so..” Andrea chips in, cautiously picking on his words.
He knows Roberto to be an easily angered person, but since he’s with Luis who would always support his actions, he fears any of his glare.
“Dare to say one more word and I will crush each of your bones. You can try me and see if he’s going to save you” Roberto uttered and straightened his squeezed shirt when he sighted someone coming.
“You should have at least dressed more presentable even if it’s lending a better wear” Luis muttered.
What? Roberto wanted to retort with a punch but he bit down his anger, clenching his jaw tightly, as Max approached the giant gate in front of them.
Andrea and Luis composed themselves as they re-straightened their gaze with a softer expression. They must not be mistaken for a thug with the glare on their faces.
“Why exactly are you here?” Max asked, bringing out his iPad and pressing in some dials. “And your names, area of residence”.
Andrea chuckled at the questions but was quick to hide it when Max glared up to see who just chuckled.
Just to meet one person, stupid interrogations are being held, Roberto sighs.
“We are the brothers of the young lady Sir Salvador bought, so we’re here to finalize the signing of the contract with the Madame that took her,” Luis said.
“Steward Cynthia, she said her name is” Andrea was quick to add in.
Roberto watched in disbelief how the two were trying to kiss up to the mean-looking man, with their calm voice, and the responsible look they put on.
“Wow!” He breathed out.
“What? Shut your trap” Luis mumbled to him in a frown glare.
“Names and area of residence!” Max said, showing no interest in their business.
“I’m Andrea, he’s Luis, and here is our big brother, Roberto. We all live in the Ash village town with the house number, 43” Andrea introduced.
Max fixes his gaze on his iPad as he notes all Andrea has said.
“Are you even listening?” Roberto slams at him.
“Only if you’re deaf” Max replied, moving his gaze from the iPad to Roberto, who flinched immediately after their eyes met.
“You’re given five minutes to speak with him. Follow me” he instructed.
Andrea and Luis exchanged glances as they trailed closely behind Max with a wide smirk on their lips.
They followed behind him as they passed through the hallway in total silence, with heavily built men stationed in every corner of the mansion.
Their protruding constant breathing could be heard as well as the gulps from Roberto's throat.
Andrea kept his gaze in place as he avoided the bulged eyes of the men rolling their gaze at them as they walked.
Max stopped in front of a glass elevator and pressed a button on it, instantly the elevator opened up and he entered. The brothers followed after him hastily to avoid being left behind.
Wow! This is more gorgeous than heaven. Amber, don’t you dare forget us. Andrea thought as the elevator moved upward, giving more space for the admiration of the house.
Max went in to inform his boss, Salvador Sylvester.
“Bring them in” he ordered in his husky voice.
He sat on his gold-decorated chair, with his usual expressively pale look. They entered, with their heads bowed, and they dragged their feet to his front in fear.
Andrea slightly lifted his head to steal a glance at the rumored good-looking mafia boss, the deadly handsome god that kills without sparing remorse.
TBC
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