the abused wife of the Mafia King

chapter 8

Nicolas POV

Once we exited the plane, we had to wait for the cars that my mother sent to come, and for some reason, It took longer than it should've.

After 40 minutes of waiting, I lost my patience, so I called the driver and said, "If I don't see you here in another 5 minutes, I will have your head on top of my car as a flag, understood?".

The driver's voice became broken, and he couldn't even get the words out, but I hung up before he could say anything. And to be true to my words, he arrived within 3 minutes.

We got into the cars, and I asked the driver to lift the privacy divider; the last thing I wanted to see was this useless driver's head.

Just as we were driving back to the mansion, I was the girl again; she was sitting in the city double-decker; she had a beautiful small on her face as she looked at her surroundings. And I know she couldn't see me through the black tinted windows, but she looked me straight. And I could promise I just wanted to get out of the car and pull her into a hug. But seeing how pure she looked, I could not bring myself to involve her in the life of the Mafia.

She is too good for me, and she is too good for this life. Disappointed, I turned my head back to the front and asked Long to take us to my mother's mansion.

My mother's mansion is separate from my mansion, and even though I mostly live with her, I do have my mansion, and I only go there when I need to clear my head. I cannot bring prostitutes to my mother's mansion, so that is why when I need them, I call them to my place.

Once we arrived at my mother's mansion, the big, bold words on the door sent a chill down everyone's spine, even mine.

She has a big mansion; as soon as you right the big gold gates, It has her name written on it, and once we go through the gates, It is a straight road; you have to drive for a bit before It pulls on this big fountain on top of the fountain, we have a big black lion. To show our name logo.

The mansion is big enough to accommodate over 50 guests.

She has ten bedrooms and 50 guest bedrooms, over 60 bathrooms, and three kitchens, which she uses.

We entered the main door, and as I stepped through the door, my mother stood on the stairs, waiting to greet me.

A smile forms on her lips, and she walks down to hug me.

I pull away and kiss her forehead.

"Mother, how are you?" I say; my face is still cold, but there is a slight emotion.

"I am well, son; how was your mission? Did you get a name?" she said as she walked away from me and into her extravagant lounge.

"No, he will be more willing to die than tell me a name; his hands were tight because the people had his family in captivity," I say; I take a seat opposite her.

She looked at me unbothered and stood before walking towards her mini bar.

"So, did you end him?" she asks me, still cold and unbothered.

"Yes, Mother, I ended his life," I reply.

I stand up and walk up to where she is, making herself a martini, "Mother, why did you ask me to take the commercial flight? Did something happen?" I ask her as she finishes shaking the cup.

"Yes, the white panther group passed the airport while you were in California. It is about too weird for them to pass by the same airport as you on the same day, so I asked you to take the commercial flight while I check your plane thoroughly", she said as she handed me her martini.

"Do you think they did something to my plane mother?" I ask her as I take a sip of the drink.

She starts making another one for herself and answers me, "I am not sure, but I have to make sure."

Living as a mafia king is never easy; I must constantly watch my back and never know who is out there after my life.

I finish my drink and head upstairs to my room to shower. As I step inside the shower, I think of the girl again. I could not take her out of my mind; I loved how her small body fitted perfectly on mine. And, oh god, the smell she smelled was so intoxicating.

It's been a while since I last dated.

A few years ago, I fell in love with a girl, Lara; she was a beautiful soul, or at least that's what I thought. After giving her everything, every bit of my love, I found out that she was the daughter of the black panther group, who was sent to seduce me and sell my organization to them. Once I figured out her true colors, I was heartbroken. She could've asked me for my life, and I would've given it to her, but she destroyed my soul and my trust; she used me as a pawn in her family game. I let her go because I still loved her but could never trust her again.

I push away the thought of Lara. And complete taking a shower. And head downstairs to my mother.

A famous architect designed my mother's house. But because he was involved with our project, he was killed. His name was Riley.

Riley did a great job designing this house. It had no way of breaking in but a secret runway passage.

Only four people knew of the secret passages: me, my mother, Kaye, and Long.

I do not trust anyone else to tell them about the passage.

Riley had a small family, a wife, and a daughter, and after he passed away, I tried to get in contact with his family, only to find his wife with another dude.

She is not the same woman Riley once talked about. She was a drug addict and had a mental case.

I never got the chance to see the daughter. So, I left the family and decided to mind my business until I met the daughter.

I will pay the daughter all the money that we owe her father.

But until then, I hope she is okay and not like her mother.