Chapter 3:
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“Remember her?”
Parker’s face furrowed in confusion. He was sure there was nothing this man could use against him. He wasn’t saying anything, and that was final.
Parker’s eyes widened in horror when he saw his little baby held at gunpoint.
Shocked was an understatement. He swore no one knew about her. Just how powerful was Francisco?
His face distorted completely as panic set in.
No… this cannot happen, he told himself.
It didn’t leak.
“Shocked? I love that expression,” Francisco purred.
“Now, I will ask for the last time, who sent you after me?”
“Francisco, that is a little kid for crying out loud. You want to end her life because of me?” Parker laughed, refusing to believe it.
Maybe it was an AI-generated image or something. And if he showed weakness, they’d use it to break him. Parker refused to believe they found his secret just like that.
Francisco had run out of patience. He stood up and pressed his whole weight down on Parker’s foot, crushing it. After this, Parker would need series of surgeries, if he survived.
“Still stubborn?”
“I… don’t know him. I went on my own. Ahhh… revenge, yes! I needed to avenge my sister’s death! And if you don’t believe me, you can kill my daughter. It won’t change anything. She was a mistake anyway…”
“I wasn’t supposed to have her, so go ahead! Tell your men to pull the trigger! Hahaha—AHHH—”
His laugh dissolved into a scream.
Francisco saw right through the lies. There was no sister. He had already dug up everything about this assassin.
Parker was an only child. His lie was transparent.
But Francisco tolerated it… until Parker called his own daughter a mistake.
The same word Francisco’s stepmother used for him every day.
And then a father used it on his own child.
Disgust rose in Francisco’s chest. He didn’t wait for Parker to finish laughing before he crushed the man’s leg again. His shoes were coated in Parker’s pathetic blood.
Parker was a lost cause. Francisco would find his boss eventually.
But this man—this father who could sacrifice his child to save his own skin, had no reason to live.
Francisco took the gun tucked at his waist and fired multiple bullets into Parker’s legs. His aim was to destroy them. When he was done, he slid the gun back and turned to leave.
Parker had never wished for death as desperately as he did now. He groaned, thinking of striking a deal with the devil—maybe if he gave Francisco the name quickly, he’d get a bullet to the head and end his suffering. But he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
In rage, he spat:
“Bastard son… won’t you pull the trigger, dude?!”
Francisco didn’t budge. He took long strides out of the room, as if staying any longer might infect him.
He had just reached the exit of the basement when Gabe came running.
“Boss!”
“What is it, Gabe?” Francisco asked, his expression fierce, deadly fierce.
The guard gulped but straightened himself. Fear was weakness.
“Sir… the Parker guy. Should we leave him to die in the basement? Or throw him into the river and let the sharks make a meal of him? Or…”
“Enough.”
Francisco raised his palm, signaling him to stop.
Everywhere went silent, waiting for the boss’s verdict.
“Amputate his tongue. And make sure he doesn’t die.”
Francisco’s tone was ice.
“He deserves to see his ‘mistake’ grow right before his eyes.”
The guards were not surprised. The final straw had been Parker calling an innocent kid—a child who didn’t ask to be born—a mistake. A child his restless d**k created.
No. That tongue didn’t deserve to stay.
Francisco didn’t spare them another glance as he strode into the garage. Despite his anger, he still chose a less flashy car call it caution. Enemies were everywhere. The Liano Alpha had offended nearly every family. He was no saint.
Entering his BMW, he sped across the road, his tires screeching.
*****
Francisco narrowly escaped death for the 205th time. And he knew—this one had been the most brutal attempt yet. He needed to take care of this quickly, but the only evidence they had had refused to speak.
Frustrated, he needed to cool his head.
The car raced into the biggest gaming conglomerate in the city and finally came to a halt in his private underground garage.
Grannng—
His phone rang.
A look at the caller ID: his assistant, Alice.
Her tiny, sweet voice came through.
“Francis, I heard abou—”
He cut her off.
“Bring me a new pair of shoes.”
He had already changed and was back in his office when Alice walked in with a sultry smile, carrying the new shoes. The old bloody pair, though expensive, was discarded. He wasn’t wearing them again.
“Francisco, I’m so sorry the killer hasn’t been found yet,” Alice said softly, biting her lips.
To others, Alice was “just” an assistant.
Far from it.
She knew about the mafia. She knew their world. She was born in it. She had been by Francisco’s side for years, and he used to treat her like a sister.
That was the problem.
She deserved to be seen.
Just because she was an assistant didn’t mean she couldn’t marry the CEO. He needed to stop seeing her as a sister. Couldn’t he see she was obviously crushing on him?
And now, here they were.
Alone.
In his office.
No one dared to enter unless summoned.
This was her chance.
“Francisco… you look really stressed,” she said carefully.
He sat sprawled on the chair, two buttons still undone from earlier.
He looked like a god.
Her heart raced. She imagined those hard muscles brushing her breasts. The thought made her dizzy with excitement.
Maybe this was him… inviting her.
“Parker was kind of a hard nut to crack,” Francisco replied casually, not noticing the meaning behind the clicking of her heels, until she was right in front of him.
“Do you need help?” she asked, winking and biting her lips seductively.
“You are not serious, Alice,” Francisco chuckled, not seduced, just amused. He winked at her, thinking she was simply trying to cheer him up.
Tha
t wink sparked fire in her.
“Do I hear a challenge?” Alice laughed, sultry and confident, finally gaining hope.
Yes… this was a good idea.
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