The godfather's heir
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On arrival at the godfather's vast mansion, the guards bowed to welcome them. None of them made an attempt to hit Ash, or were they waiting for the godfather's order before they pounced?
One of Stan's bodyguards pulled open a door, ushering them into a large warm room. There was a desk at the centre of the room, and behind it sat Don Zino Dyn. Smoke lingered from his pipe and his wrinkled face spread into a smile as he stood on his feet, leaning on his walking stick for support.
“Oh no!” Ash gasped as the bodyguards pushed him to kneel before the godfather.
“Look at me, son,” the Godfather broke the short silence.
Ash hesitated, glancing at Stan.
“The godfather said you should look at him”
“Oh!”
Ash looked up at the godfather who stood over him.
The godfather stared at Ash for a while
“You have your mother's eyes
Why did you look away at first?”
“No.. nothing” Ash stammered. “I mean no one has ever called me son, I'm an orphan.”
“Not anymore. You're my grandson.”
“Wait. No.”
Ash jumped to his feet.
“You knew I'm your grandson and you let me suffer all along?” He dashed towards the godfather but the guards were swift enough to hold him back before he even got close.
“Now is definitely not the time for your questions and arguments, son.
I need an heir and the best option I have now is you, Asher Waltz.”
“What heir? I'm not even in the mafia?”
“Who said you aren't? You didn't know.
Asher Waltz, would you like to take your place as my underboss and eventually inherit the godfather position?”
“My god,” Ash buried his head in his hands. “This whole thing is too much for me to process right now.”
“Well, two minutes is enough to think about it.”
“Indeed…” Ash muttered, rolling his eyes at his grandfather.
“You have options though…
One billion dollars, walk away, live your life in bliss, don't ever contact me and no one must ever know that you're related to me
Or
Survive seven trials as my underboss, then Dyn Cartel and everything I've ever owned including power, becomes yours”
Ash held his head as it banged like it would tear his skull.
One billion dollars was enough to start up a good life and get revenge on Mabel. But the best revenge is massive success and at this point, there's nothing more massive than being the godfather of the whole city.
He lifted his gaze to the godfather'
“When am I beginning the trials?”
“That's my boy… Dyn’s family is known for its great ambition and you aren't a disappointment.”
“Boys!”
Two guards approached Ash and made him sit on a sofa, holding him tightly to it as the godfather pierced Ash's right ear with an earring.
As soon as the bodyguards let him go, he grabbed his ear, pain flaring at it and a little blood smeared on his fingers.
“That's the stone of power,” Don Zino began calmly, “only one of its kind. From this moment, you are Dyn and would be treated as a VIP at every Dyn Cartel establishment.”
The godfather turned to Stan,
“Take him away so he can freshen up, it's an eyesore that an underboss is in some torn singlet while his guards are fully dressed and smelling nice.”
“Yes, boss.”
“And as for you, son, your first trial would be sent to you as a letter shortly after you've had your dinner. Note, the seven trials will be dangerous and I won't be there to help you. But with each one you pass, you'll gain power, money, anything your heart desires including women. You may leave.”
As he walked down the hallway, Ash pinched himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming. Who would have thought that Asher Waltz would become an underboss to the head mafia overnight? At least he was able to see Mabel's true colours before this miracle.
“Your room, sir,” Stan said as he ushered Ash into a room which was far grander than anything he'd ever lived in. He took a bath, and by the time he was done, his dinner was served, which he ate hungrily, as that was the first meal he had had.
As the godfather had said, a maid brought the letter as soon as he was done with his meal.
“The Whyte family is hosting an auction at the Dyn's auction house, and you are to go there as a VIP. Win auction fifteen with your money.”
“What? I'm dead broke
The godfather is a multimillionaire, he could just give me some…
Yeah
It wouldn't be a trial if it were to be that easy…”
He stretched on the bed.
“What do I do now?
Ask Mabel for help?
No... not when I'm about to attain my peak
I could take a loan from the bank…
What bank would give me a huge amount without collateral?”
Ash stared at the ceiling, heart pounding.
And his first trial had barely begun.
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