Danger behind Love

»Hm…«, it seemed like someone was thinking, while writing down a mysterious plan inside a silent room, decorated all in black, the only light came through one window on the right side of the desk. There suddenly was a short knock at his office door, interrupting the silence. "Come in," he said, unbothered, as he continued to write. One of his father's underlings walked into the office, closing the door behind him, and went straight to the middle of the room standing in front of the desk. There he bowed with his upper body to 90 degrees. After a couple of minutes, he slightly raised his head from his paper towards and looked at his father's underling for a quick second, as he moved his focus back on his papers and started writing, before saying anything. "What does father ask of me," he asked dominantly, showing his superiority, listening to what the underling was about to say, at the same time. The underling was still bowing at 90 degrees as he answered "Sir, boss asked me to come and get you. The boss wants to talk to you in his office". He stood up from his chair and dropped the pen in his hand into his pen holder and replied, "Alright", then walked towards the door, "Let's get going". The underling stood up straight and walked behind his young master, after giving a silent nod. As they made their way towards his father's, the mafia boss, office. The responsible young man, who walked elegantly, dominantly and respectfully dangerous, putting on his leather jacket, one of his assistants had handed him, like a rebel on fire. His elegant attire slightly revealed his muscular body as his hands put his jacket, perfectly made on his upper body, showing their veiny veins. The collar of his shirt was lying on his perfectly shining skin as if it were a part of his body, with his gaze all serious and confident as an honorary leader. Every aspect of him screamed mafia boss. But what was about to happen wasn't expected by anyone. Not even the smart, collective, predictable and wise ones among them all could see such an unexpected event ever occurring. Once, this young man had reached his father's office, followed by his father's underling, who left as soon as they arrived. He knocked at the door for a split second. A deep voice called out. "Come in." In his tone it was obvious that he was waiting, expecting his son to have reached the office. The young master had just opened the door, but everyone nearby could feel the bloodthirsty, immense power, a dangerous aura gushing out of that room. With no fear of being spotted on the young man's face, he walked into the office of his father. There he spotted two of his brothers glaring at each other as his father was looking towards the door with a smirk on his face as he walked inside.