Chapter 2
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Valentino’s POV
It’s been 10 years since I moved to New Draven and
5 years since I took over the Lords of Draven. I’m
known as the King of Draven to everyone around
the city, but I let my men call me king or boss. Only
my right-hand man and best friend since I moved
here, Owen, is allowed to call me by my name when
we’re alone or just hanging out.
Owen knows about everything that happened with
Sophia, and he has been helping me keep track of
what she’s been up to. At first, he was confused as
to why I would go through all of this trouble for one
woman. Once I told him that Sophia is the only
woman I have ever loved and I need to make sure
she’s safe, he understood why I have been going
through such drastic measures.
Any one of my men would think that I’m being a
crazy stalker, but they know in our business, her
knowing me and my father puts her in danger, even
if she doesn’t know it.I wanted to reveal myself to her many times, but I
knew I couldn’t. The day I got wind that she was
attending college here, I made sure I enrolled in the
same college and classes and made sure to keep
my head down and always stay a distance from her,
so she wouldn’t notice me.
Seeing guys with her was worse torture than what I
dish out to my enemies. I wanted to f**k up each
guy who talked to her, but I refrained from doing so.
I don’t get my hands dirty over little s**t, but I did
get them dirty when I beat up the guys who hurt her
or disrespected her.
I own a high-rise building downtown, and I live in
the penthouse apartment. So, of course, when I
found out she left the guy she was living with, I had
Owen’s wife, Carmen, go to her school as a client
and tell her that she was looking for someone to sell
her condo apartment to because she is moving.
When Sophia told her that the cost is too much,
they came to an agreement of classes and free
makeovers in return for Sophia living in the condo
apartment. When I offered Carmen some cash for
getting Sophia’s agreement, she declined and
stated that her getting free classes and makeovers
is more than enough.The last week has been full of meetings with gang
leaders to make sure they are abiding by the new
rules I implemented. There was no way I was going
to allow r**e or harm to innocent women and
children. Most of them agreed to it, being that they
have families. I implement no drug deals. I would
prefer to only get my hands dirty f*****g up people
who f**k with Sophia, but they don’t call me The
King for no reason. I earned my position and title by
not taking s**t from anyone and doing what I have
to do.
Don’t get me wrong, I prefer not to do this, but this
is a dog-eat-dog world; you have to get your rivals
before they can get you.
“Sir, what’s the plan? Asks Owen.
“Same thing we always do, O. We go in, give them a
chance to change their mind after taking out their
security, and if they reject, we cap them. The clean-
up crew will then come in and clean up the mess.”
“Sure thing, sir,” he replies before turning to the
other men.Within minutes, all of this arrogant f***s security are
tied up with my men standing guard, and their
leader, Al, is at his desk with a gun to the side of his
head.
“Al, you know how this goes. Do you agree to the
new way of doing things around here?” I ask in a
stern voice.
“f**k you, king! I’m not changing s**t. I am older
than you, boy. I’m not having any of your new way
bullshit!”
“Is that your final answer, Al?”
“I’ll rather die than see this city go soft!”
“Your wish is granted. I’ll make sure your family gets
whatever money my men find around here,” I state
before shooting him in the middle of his forehead.
As we walk out, I place my gun back on my
waistband. “Fellas, kill whoever refuses to join us or
retire.”
“Yes, sir,” they respond in unison.
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