The Mafia's Son

"How dare you?" Mr. Gary raged as he paced around the room with a lit cigar in his hand. "How dare you let that man slip through your fingers?" "There was nothing we could do, boss. He was too cunning and fast, we couldn't catch him, "Connell said. But it seemed as though the statement Connell had made had riled up his boss's anger the more. "He was too cunning and fast? You dare tell me he was so cunning and fast? I sent my men, three men to attack one guy and you guys couldn't. You were the leader but you couldn't get Raymond for me." "Boss, I—" "You lost me a huge deal, a huge amount of money just because of your stupidity and nonchalance. How could you?" "I'm so sorry boss. I'm so, so sorry." "You know what?" The mafia boss asked, turning to look at Connell. His eyes were red with fury and his jaw clenched with anger. "You'll have to pay me. With every drop of your sweat, you'll pay me." Connell trembled in fear. He knew he had touched the tail of a sleeping lion. How had he brought this upon himself? How had he made such a silly mistake? Now he was going to pay. He knew how ruthless his boss could be and he knew he was in for it. "For messing up so much and screwing up my chances of getting to Raymond, you're going to pay me with something dear to you." "A-anything you want a boss. I promise I'll make it up to you. I—" "I'm not asking you to do me a favor, Connell," the boss corrected, cutting Connell off his statement. "Yes, boss." "Good," Mr Gary said. He took a long swig from the cigar and threw it aside. Connell looked at the boss who kept pacing around the room. He wondered what the boss had in mind and what he was about to demand from him. "Now, I think I'd be pleased if I get something nice. Not readily a thing, right? I can afford anything I want. No, I think something I can't possibly afford would do, maybe a person. Someone nice or so. Someone who'd make me feel happy every time I look into their faces." Connell was getting scared yet confused. What was the boss talking about? What did he have that'd make the boss happy? "What's that, boss?" Connell asked timidly. "Uh, how about we say....your daughter? Yes, your daughter. You'll have to pay me back by bringing her over to me. This was not happening, no. Why was the boss asking for his daughter? Wasn't there any other thing he could ask for other than her? "No, boss. Not my daughter, please. I can give you anything but it is my daughter. She's so dear to me," Connell lamented. He hadn't expected his boss to demand for his daughter, his only child. He couldn't give away his daughter to this ruthless, greedy man standing before him. He couldn't let his daughter fall victim to living under a beast. "And that's what I want exactly. I want something dear to you. Something that you love so much." Mr. Gary gave out a heart-wrenching malicious cackle that tore through Connell's veins and sent anger pulsing frantically through them. It seemed as though the boss was loving the sour look on Connell's face. He was enjoying every torture Connell was passing through right now. After all, he had messed up something big for him and he had to pay. "You have two days to bring your daughter before me. If she isn't here before those two days elapse, you and your wretched family will pay with your dear lives and I mean it." Mr. Gary walked out of the room without saying one more word to Connell. Connell filled with anger and despise for his boss followed suit and walked out of the room. Connell couldn't sleep throughout that night. His boss's greedy demand had taken a strong hold on him. It had driven him into a total state of antsy and restlessness. He was angry, angry at himself, angry at his boss's covetousness. But he was angry that there was nothing he could do about it. He just had to give in to his boss's demands. Connell made up his mind. He was going to give his daughter to his boss to avoid any form of problem between him and the boss. But he was going to keep a close eye on his daughter. He was going to watch every movement his boss was going to make against his daughter. "Tessa," he called out to his daughter who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, the next morning. She was a beautiful young woman of 21 years with lustrous white blonde hair and golden brown eyes. "Yes, Dad," she answered with so much charisma, her hands akimbo. Tessa had never met her mother before. She was told she died while giving birth to get. She never experienced motherly love, but as long as her father cared for her, it was fine by her, although she wanted so badly to have a mother. "I have something to tell you. Promise me you wouldn't make a big deal out of it?" "Why?" She asked with her eyebrows scrunched. "Promise me," Connell said again, this time, his face hardening into seriousness. "Okay, I promise. What do you want to tell me?" She sat down opposite her dad. From her facial expression, you could tell she was burning in anticipation of what her father would tell her. There was so much silence in the room as Connell reminisced about the incident that had happened yesterday. It was really hard to break the news to his daughter. He didn't want to go on breaking her heart. He didn't even want her to see him as a bad father. But he had to. Whatever he was about to do now was for their good. It was for their safety. "You have two days to prepare because you are going to get married to someone."