The Mafia Boss Double Life

Surprise! Welcome to my double life

Beckett’s POV:

I watched Kai leave my office, a maelstrom of mixed emotions swirling inside me. I was more than impressed with the work she had done. I couldn’t help smiling as I recalled her nervousness upon seeing me in that interview room.

Though I was taken aback to see her, I acted as though I did not know her for the sake of professionalism. She looked even more attractive in her formal office dress, and I found myself in a fix. We were not supposed to get involved with anyone from the office but I could not deny the attraction I felt toward her.

I put my thoughts aside and concentrated on the work I had to do. I had a lot of work, and I had to stay focused. The next few hours passed, and I reviewed reports and made decisions.

As the day wore on, I dispatched new instructions to Kai's table. I meant to stress her a bit and see how far she could hold up. Curious to see how she would react under pressure.

It was evening when I walked out of my office and into Kai's office. She gulped as she noticed me and met my gaze.

“It's late. Go home. I want you here before eight tomorrow,” I ordered and she nodded, grabbing her purse and some files as she ran behind me.

We entered the same elevator and I heard her gulp. I kept trying not to look at her as the memories of last night flashed in my mind. Her soft skin and moans filled my mind but I remained still. The elevator beeped, and I walked out as soon as the door opened, with Kai following.

I got to my car and sat in the back. “Wait,” I said calmly, watching Kai from the window.

I watched her wait for a cab and finally hailed one. “Drive,” I commanded and the driver started the engine.

The street lights and express road weren't enough to make me wonder how she was doing. The car diverted, and the road became quieter, with fewer people driving. Two black Cadillac CT6 cars drove behind my Audi.

I remained silent as they followed my car into a private estate. We drove in, through the gates of the large mansion with men standing in black suits and long coats at the house entrance.

“Welcome, boss,” they greeted me as I stepped out of the car. I walked into the mansion with half of the men following me including the ones from the cars.

More men dressed in black were waiting in the large room with an expressionless face as they made way for me to pass through.

I approached an older version of myself, my father, and said, “Welcome, Father. I didn't think you'd make it.”

My father just smiled, his eyes cold as he answered, “I didn't plan on missing it.” He tapped my shoulder, and I walked to the large table, taking the leader's seat.

The men took seats around the large table as business began.

“I think you'll be pleased to know we have a spy among us,” One of the men reported.

I lifted my head toward the man who had spoken. “Speak, Christopher,” I said, coldly.

Christopher waved his finger, and two men walked in holding a bloodied man. I recognized him as one of the men at the previous meeting. They let him fall to the floor, and I crossed my fingers together, watching him.

“He was leaking information to our rival,” Christopher continued.

“Do you have evidence?” I asked and Christopher smiled, nodding.

“Of course. We don't kill without a valid excuse,” he replied. One of the men who had brought in the wounded man brought a file from his inner jacket pocket and walked up to me, placing the brown envelope on the table.

I picked it up, ignoring the bloodied man's fear, and opened the large envelope, reading through it as I passed it to the man beside me, who was my second in charge.

“He did do it,” Liam said, dropping the file he had just read.

I turned my gaze to the bloodied man and he trembled. “I am sorry. P…please, just spare me this once. I'll tell you everything. I have a family, please ”

“You should have thought about that before you sold us out,” I replied, looking at the man behind him, nodding.

“P…please,” the man begged. I watched the man behind him pull out a gun from his waist and shot him.

I returned my gaze to the remaining men seated. “Anything else?” I asked.

“No. All others have been handled,” My father responded.

“Good. Traitors are not welcome here. I won't repeat it,” I warned and stood up. I walked out of the mansion and got into the car.

I wished there was another way than killing the man, but I would be perceived as weak by the others, and that was a problem. Once they felt you softened they tried to replace you.

Once I was home, I dropped my dead feelings and went to have my bath. When I returned to the living room, my father was already seated watching TV.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Getting rid of me so soon,” he responded.

“You have your house. This is mine. I don't like you coming uninvited,” I cautioned.

“Well, son. You have to get used to it,” he said smiling.

“Tell me,” he said, catching my attention. “How long do you plan to continue living your double life?” He asked, locking eyes with me.

“Why do you ask?” I asked, wanting to be done with the conversation as quickly as possible.

He smiled and answered. “I have been watching you. You mix the fun and the boring. Why continue that company of yours while you can be fully incorporated into the Mafia? After all, you are the leader and my son.”

“I didn't choose that life. You did. You stay out of my business, and I'll do yours perfectly. Wasn't that the deal?” I asked calmly.

“Yes, it was,” he replied, crossing his legs.

“Good. Let me worry about my double life. Besides, it's a perfect way to blend into the normal world, right?” I asked coldly.

“Now leave!” I ordered.

“Beckett Rylan!” He yelled. “I'm still your father. You will not talk to me that way.”

I smiled, my eyes cold. “Asher,” I corrected. “You should remember when you're in this house, Father.”

“Changing identities won't help you, son. You're Beckett Rylan, my firstborn and Mafia lord to the Croon’s empire. Some doctored names won't change that. I can assure you,” he said and left.