chapter 7
1316 Words
Nicolas POV
"Please spare me; I did not know that Kaye was your guy," said Mike, as he was sitting on his knees, blood dripping from his face and arms.
"Who was it?" I asked him in a cold tone.
Last week, one of my right-hand men, Kaye, was killed. And Mike was the one who killed him.
Being the Mafia King has its perks but also puts a target on your back. I have been targeted for the past ten years. Ever since my mother, the mafia queen Gisale, passed on the leadership into my hands, I have been targeted. People know me as the vicious, ruthless King. After I took over the leadership of the Black Lion Mafia organization, I expanded the organization, spreading my men in every corner of the world.
And one day, I will take over the world; that is my plan and my mother's dream.
I sit silently on the chair, with my legs crossed, cigar in my hand, as I watch my men beat the crap out of Mike.
Kaye was my best man, and he was also my brother; we got into this circle together, and ever since then, we have been together. And This fucker killed him.
His life will not go to waste; whoever made the order to kill my men will pay with their lives.
"Please have mercy on me; they have my family. I had no choice but to take the kill," begged Mike as my men kept punching him and whipping him with their belts.
"I will ask you one last time: which sent you?" I asked as I unwind my leg and stood up.
The fear in Mike was apparent that I was not listening to anything he had said.
I throw my cigar to the side and walk up to where he is on his knees, still begging, but I don't care about his cries.
I stand beside him and say in my cold, emotionless voice, "Do you have any last wishes?"
He knows now that there is no escape from me; he throws his head down and says, "I wish my family gets out of this safe and somewhere far away."
Once the last word leaves his mouth, I bend down, take my Favorite white Gun out of my side, and place it on his forehead. Without much of a thing, I pull the trigger. Blasting his head off, the blood splashed all over my face, but I just ignored the dead body that was in front of me, got my handkerchief, and wiped my face clean.
I then signal my bodyguard, Long, and he gets the next part; he takes some alcohol and burns the body. Without another glance, I walk off, get into the car, and head back.
I came from Greece to catch Mike, and now that the mission is completed, I no longer must stay in California.
We headed straight to the airport, and once we reached the airport, we went through the private gates and stopped in front of my aircraft. It is a matt black, 50-seater plane. It is not big, but it is precisely what I want.
Once we exited the car, the pilot ran over and bowed his head, respectfully greeting me.
I ignore him and walk towards my plan.
But I got an unexpected message before I could step on the stairs. It is from my mother, and the Text said,
"Don't get into your plane; use the public plane. I have already booked your seats."
I don't question my mother's commands; I follow them.
We get to the commercial plane, and I take my seat; next to me is a small, skinny girl. She is so tiny that I can pick her up with my finger.
As I sit, she smells and drives to look at me. She smells like white roses and honey. It's almost like how I smell.
I turn my head to see her staring at me. She has beautiful ocean-blue eyes; her lashes are thick, long black ones that pop her eyes out more. Just as we meet, she quickly turns her head around in embarrassment. I chuckle and look straight, playing on my phone.
I was looking at my phone when suddenly the girl grabbed my hand in panic. She starts chanting prayers, and I look at her in disbelief. I have never allowed a female to touch me without my permission, and yet this girl is digging her nails into my skin, making me bleed slightly.
Long quickly takes his gong out and places it on her head, but seeing her eyes closed and how scared she was, I waved my hand at Long, and he put down his Gun, sitting back in his seat.
Just as we were about to take off, she turned her head to my side and hid it under my arms. Shocked, I looked at her, but she was so innocent, so I lifted my arm, and she comfortably placed her head on the side of my chest.
Seeing how she was still shaking, I held my other hand across to the other side of her seat and held her.
She stopped shaking, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath of her scent. She stayed there silently, with her eyes closed and arms, holding my hand tightly. I couldn't help but smile at how beautiful yet pure she was.
Once the plane takes off, I slowly take my arms from around her and gently tap on her shoulders with my fingers. She looks up at me, and omg good, I swear I nearly fall for those eyes. I pointed out at the window, and she turned her head around. The heart was no longer visible on her face, and it was exchanged with a smile and excitement. I continued my work on the phone, and after 30 minutes, I turned my head, and she was falling asleep; I could see her eyes were closed and her head was going in all directions, so without waking her up, I put my arm around her and pulled her in to rest in my chest. I wanted to continue to smell her and forgot why Mother had changed my plans.
And she was the perfect distraction.
She had only been sleeping for 30 minutes when she started having nightmares. She began to cry and shake again, pleading to someone called Dan to let go of her mother, and then she started pleading with him to let her go.
I was shocked to see such a small, beautiful girl going through a traumatic time. I was frozen in place and didn't know what to do with her. So, I gently placed her head between my neck and started patting her head, calming her down without waking her up. And once her head was on the crook of my neck, she took a deep breath and stopped crying. I don't know what had gotten into me, but I felt so protective of her.
I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and not let a single fly on her.
I knew I couldn't do that, so I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. And for the first time in 10 years, I fall asleep. I woke up 9 hours later, and it was Long; I flatter my eyes open, and Lang was standing, He quietly whispered, "Boss, we have landed."
I nod and turn around to look at the figure under my arms. She was sleeping soundly, so I gently removed my arms from around her and placed her head on the seat.
I got up and signalled for the cabin crew; a female appeared, looked at the girl, and said, "Make sure not to disturb her sleep."
The flight attendant understood and just gave me a nod.
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