THE MAFIA KING'S BRIDE

CHAPTER TWO

Viktor

“Is the package prepared?” I ask.

“Yes sir.”

“We have delivered it to the location.”

“It should reach the recipients in the next few minutes.”

“Here’s the live feed if you are interested in watching, sir,” Romeo says in his gruff voice.

I know he is speaking to me, but my mind drifts elsewhere.

In a few days I would be heading back home.

Viktor Soclov,

The only son of the Soclov empire is returning after spending almost a decade away.

A complete nightmare for those vying for my position.

But I, Viktor Soclov, will kill anyone who stands in my path.

Slaughter them and use their bodies as steppingstone to my throne.

I was born to rule.

And rule I would—by fire and by blood.

“Sir?” Romeo calls my name again.

“Bring the video,” I order, taking a seat in my office.

Romeo slides a tablet toward me.

On the tablet I see the package at the porch.

A smile creeps across my face as I watch the scene unfold.

“Five...four...three...two...one...”

I count down.

The next second, a loud explosion shakes the screen.

The sound is like thunder cracking through the earth.

I adjust the camera angles, admiring the master piece I created.

Scattered limbs,

Shredded bodies,

Collapsed walls.

The mighty Alton mansion has fallen.

A cold laugh escapes my lips.

“Hahahaha”

They will never know who did it.

Not when I have carefully planted the evidence in the Petrova family.

My father wanted peace.

Peace with all mafia families, especially Petrovas.

What did he get in return?

Betrayals,

Gang ups,

Coups,

Assassination attempts.

All directed at the most powerful mafia family in Sicily.

Their only bad luck was that my father is a very wise and cautious man.

But he is also too good for his own good.

I am not my father.

And I will bring down every mafia family that dared to stand against us.

Every single one of them.

I will erase them and their bloodline from the face of the earth.

Oppress,

Subdue,

Dominate.

I did not come for peace.

I came for war.

And I will seize everything by force.

What’s that Bible scripture again?

“...the violent taketh is by force” I mutter

Yes.

I am that violent one,

And I will seize every territory until the Soclov empire become the only ruling power in Sicily.

I flip through the file in my hand.

The document contains detailed information about the leading Mafia families in Sicily.

Soclov,

Petrova,

Alton,

Merton.

The Altons already suffered a devastating blow.

The video playing on my tablet proves that.

The Merton’s have been weakened with their own dirty secrets.

Now it is time to deal with the Petrovas.

My eyes scan through their file, searching for something useful—something that will allow me to break into their defences.

They’re a formidable family, which means I have to be careful. So I don’t get caught.

My gaze suddenly lands on a photograph.

Arya Soclov.

Their only daughter.

Sandy blonde wavy hair,

Deep blue eyes,

And those lips...

She could easily pass for a porn-star with a mouth like that.

“What if...” a thought begins to form.

But I immediately dismiss it.

Too much trouble.

Turning the Soclov girl into a porn star would create chaos, and it wouldn’t deliver the kind of blow I desire.

“No, i***t,” My inner voice whispers

“Marry her.”

Marry her?

Now that... sounds interesting

My phone vibrates.

I glance at the screen.

Pops

I answer the call.

“Good day Mr Soclov” I greet calmly, closing the file and leaning back into my chair.

“My dear son,” My father says warmly.

“When will you arrive?”

“Your aunties miss you”

Miss me?

It’d take me dying from an incurable disease for those three witches to miss me.

“I’ll be back in a few days” I reply.

“I just need to take care of a few things”

“Alright.”

“Just make sure you are not causing any trouble,”

“Remember what you promised me”

“Yes Dad I remember” I reply

“Good. See you soon”

The call ends

Typical of Luca Soclov,

Soft,

Merciful.

It’s almost tragic that a man like him leads a mafia empire.

Too much kindness will eventually destroy this family.

Good thing I exist.

I stand and adjust my outfit, staring at myself in the mirror

Grey Slacks,

Black hoodie,

Harry Porter’s glasses,

A backpack that could belong to any normal college student.

Perfect disguise, no suspicion.

The art of deception.

Time to go play the role of a responsible college student.

I leave my office, giving my assistant clear instructions before heading to the garage

My eyes scan the row of expensive cars, and then they stop on the lonely bike parked in a corner. The one I always ride to school.

I kick the bicycle and put it into motions. These last days of college should be memorable.

Killing another family or two in celebration, won’t be a bad idea

The cool wind hits my face as I ride through the streets, pushing my hair back and revealing my sharp features.

I’m in a good mood today. Destroying the Alton family was satisfying.

It should keep me entertained for a day or two.

After that,

I’ll need another distraction

...

This is how I find myself sitting across my father a few days later, starting directly into his eyes while he angrily complains about a family that was just murdered.

If only he knew.

I don’t care about my father’s lectures

But I respect him deeply.

Which means, I sit quietly while he talks about peace.

A peace I will never honour.

Then he says something unexpected.

“You need to get married”

That catches my attention.

“I am tired of you behaving like this world revolves around”

Of course it does

I supress a smile.

My father slides a file across the table.

“Here are profiles of well-bred young ladies from respectable homes”

“You have three days to choose a bride”

He begins to stand

“If you fail to choose... I will choose for you”

I continue flipping through the pages calmly. Then I speak

“I am going to marry Arya Petrova”