Rhea

Seven

The next day I struggled to get up. My body didn’t feel up to what I had to do today but what I had to do wasn’t that much. I had to see if Rhea agreed to all the terms of her contract which I knew she would, make a stock investment meeting, and finish Sophia’s paperwork. That’s all I had to do today.

Getting up, I made my way to the shower and instantly thought about Rhea. Ever since she came back to me, she has my head spinning, my heart beating, and my c**k wanting more of her. She drives me wild and insane and sometimes I can’t even focus on what I actually have to do.

Thinking about her, I remembered what her boyfriend Mike made her do. She trusted him and now he’s gone against her and made her do something that could kill her. I know that she’s got a fight in her, but there's something that I know that she can't control.

Making a mental note in my head to have Dima find Mike, I walk out the bathroom, change, and walk down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, son,” Father said, handing me a file. “This is everything that you’ll need to know about the Italians.”

“They already told me everything that I need to know,” I said, tossing the file on the table. “We’re good friends unlike you were when you were in the mafia.”

My father and I have this love-hate relationship. I have to love him because he is my father, but I hate him because he left his wife and kids when he was in a bunch of debt with different mafias. It wasn’t until his mother -my grandmother- came and told me that his role was passed down to me. Filled up with anger, I did whatever I had to get my family safe and debt-free. Because of the choices I made, I have a better and stronger business that my father has ever made.

“What are we doing today, brother?” Dima asked as one of the maids hands me a cup of coffee.

“I need you to find a guy named Mike.”

“Full name?”

“I don’t know.”

“Enzo, if you want me to fund someone, I need their full name.”

“Then go to Seth,” I said, grabbing my keys. “He’ll find him.”

Before Dima could say anything, I was already making my way to the door. Walking out and entering my car, I pulled out the driveway and headed over to the office. Making it there earlier than I normally do, I take my time walking in as I check my emails for new ones.

“Good morning, Mr. Spencer.” Molly said, walking over to me by the elevator.

“Good morning, Molly.”

“Ms. Rhea called and said that she’s going to be a little late. Said that she had a family meeting.”

“Okay.” I said, walking into the elevator.

Swiping my office key card to go to the office instead of me having to walk to it, I thought about Rhea’s father. The only person that I allowed into my home for meetings was him. No one else but him. He had my trust. Something some of the people that I work with doesn’t yet have. I allowed him to roam my home without having to watch him. Being the person that I am, why did I let him do this? I’m the most fearful mafia in all of Spain and yet I let something slip. Now I have to pay the price for the decision I made.

Sighing in distress, I settled my things into my office before I grabbed a drink from the bar as I waited for the meeting. Thinking about what Dima showed me yesterday, I had to see if there was anything I could do to secure my money.

“Laya,” I called on the intercom. “Ask Marcus from stock to send me new data for today.”

“Um, sir. May I come in?”

“Is it that important?”

“It is, sir. It’s about Marcus.”

“Okay, then,” I said, sighing. “Come in.”

All I wanted was data. What’s so important that Laya had to come into my office and tell me.

“Marcus’ family called when I got in and told me that he was killed.”

“f**k,” I said standing up. “Give them everything they need for his funeral.”

“They’re going to cremate him.”

“Why?”

“His wife found a box late last night and when she opened it-“

“God no,” I sighed. “Please tell me that she found him there?”

“She did,” She said. “The family’s scared and his wife has made an appointment to meet up with you to get protection for her kids.”

“Call her and tell her that I came over today.”

“Okay.”

As Laya walked out, I did whatever it takes to keep calm. I can’t lose my temper and go insane. I have to wait for this meeting to be over before I can do anything.

An hour and a half went by until Laya Molly called and said the guys were here. Having them come into my office, I blindly pour whiskey into three glasses.

“Mr. Spencer. They’re ready for you.”

“Have them come in.”

“It’s good to see your future brother- in-law.” Duke greeted.

“Your father was supposed to be here, not you.” I said, handing his right hand and him a glass.

“Well, as busy as my father is, he unfortunately couldn’t make it, so by me being Sophia’s soon to be husband, he sent me.”

“I’m assuming that you want more than your father agreed.” I said, walking over to my desk.

“Yeah. I mean, don’t I have too,” He asked, following me to the front of my desk. “After all, I'm going to marry the most fearful mafia of all of New York and Spain.”

“You get one quarter of my company when you marry Sophia, so why waste your time now?” I asked as his right hand man passed me a file.

“In there is what my father wants and what I need,” Duke said, ignoring my question. “I’m sure about how high the percentage is that wouldn’t be a problem for you.”

Looking through the pages, I immediately sign off of what Duke’s father wants because it’s always the same. As for Duke, what he wants is too high but not dangerously high.

“The contract says that you want 80% of what I make per sale.”

“I’ve read it.” He said, leaning back.

“Since you are your father’s son, soon to be brother in law, and next in line for the mafia role, I’ll treat you like I treat my business partners,” I said, standing with a pen in hand. “For every sale that I make, you get me ten security vehicles, guns, drugs, and 4% of your sales. That shouldn’t be hard since I’m only giving you everything that I make.”

“What do you think,” Duke asked his right hand. “Is this a good idea?”

“Hell yeah.” He said as they both stood up.

“You have a deal, brother,” Duke said as I signed his contract. “It’s going to be good working with you.”

“Same here.”

After shaking hands and having Laya make copies and every single paper, I sit back in my chair and rest my eyes. I’m calm now, but inside I’m going insane. People that work for me are going against me and someone in my circle is killing off my important workers. Never had I thought I’d have to work things out on my own, but it seems like I have to.