Dangerous Possession

Chapter 4

Jaxon

I inhale from my cigarette and spit the smoke out, while my gaze is lost in the dark and starry sky. The fall season had taken over so quickly that this year's hot summer was now just a vague memory.

I was leaning with my backside on the hood of my service car, the one that had been given to me by the Bianchi family. Even though I knew that there was a GPS inside, I didn't worry. I was in an area that was safe and would not attract attention to the control center.

A pair of headlights illuminate me when a car stops right in front of me. I take one last puff and then throw the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it with my foot. I don't move, I just put my hands in my pockets and watch the man get out of the car. The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the empty room.

"You're late" I say without moving.

"Sorry, boss," Philip replies, standing in front of me.

He wore a dark suit that fit him like a glove. His gray hair was pulled back in a perfect hairstyle as usual, around his eyes he had more wrinkles than the last time I had seen him, six months ago, but still he gives me a smile as soon as he sees me.

Philip was a trusted man of mine, perhaps the most trusted I had, because we had a blood bond. He was my father's brother. He welcomed us when we were alone, took care of us, and raised us. We owed everything to him. For this reason, he became my right arm when I decided to enter this world. All for my revenge.

"Have you talked to him?" I ask him as I hand him a cigarette.

"Just yesterday" he says with a smile "Didn't you see the change in mood?"

I sigh "No, today in that house there was tremendous tension, all for that spoiled girl" I say snorting.

"My Bianchi?" he asks raising an eyebrow and I nod.

"Last night she did another one of her own and was almost kidnapped by the Germans. Noah was particularly irritated and, he wants to get rid of her as soon as possible, only his wife convinced him not to lock her in the cell" I say remembering the screams that had spread in the house that night.

"This comes very much in favor. It will be easy to convince him to give it to you," says Philip.

I run a hand through my light curly brown hair, almost pulling back the tufts that fell on my forehead, exasperated.

"Does it have to be her?" I ask on the verge of despair.

"We've talked about it before, we need a strong ally and the Whites are a legend, being married to one of them, will take you a step higher than everyone else. Even if you can't stand it. You don't have to tolerate her, you just have to be with her just enough to have an heir" she explains to me for the umpteenth time and I find myself rolling my eyes "And I don't think you will mind much, they say that Mia Bianchi is a unique beauty of her kind"

"As beautiful as it is a pain in the ass" I say snorting.

Because yes, Mia Bianchi was an extremely beautiful woman, I would be lying if I said that I didn't get my c**k hard more than a few times with her, but she was extremely unbearable, annoying beyond all limits.

"It doesn't matter, we need it, you need it. That's how this world works" says Philip throwing the cigarette butt on the ground "Friday night there will be a meeting with Noah at the Whites' restaurant, he will be waiting for you and at that moment you will have to come out of the closet and you will most likely go home with a wife" he stands next to me.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to change my senses.

Seventeen years had passed. Almost two decades since that night, from the moment my entire existence had changed, since I had lost practically everything I considered my safe haven, since I had lost my family, I had lost everything and I was left alone, with only the anger I had carried all my life.

I had a grudge that had pushed me to enter this world. I approached it when I was sixteen. I went to a private school in NY, where there were the scions of the city but also children of well-known names. I went around the table; I sold small supplies in discos.

I was good, strangely good, especially in getting paid. That way, I got into the good graces of the stupid son of one of the Italian families in NY, the Marinos. By the age of twenty, I had gotten too far into the loop to back out, but I didn't care; it was what I wanted.

I had moved to Chicago and, on the recommendation of Pietro Marino, who had sent me to work for the Whites.

Throughout the country all Italian trafficking passed under the control of the Whites, everyone had to answer to them, they were the first family to have arrived in America and started this trafficking. They were feared, powerful, strong, and the perfect target.

They would have been my springboard to achieve my goal.

The real change came five months ago, when, while I was in control at the Velvet, a White club, Noah, the eldest son, had been attacked and I had saved his life, as he liked to say and that had allowed me to enter his inner circle, and it was only when I had entered the house, that I had met Mia, his sister.

From that moment, the real plan entered the scene in my mind. I thought about it several times, especially when I began to get to know it better, but I knew that it was my only chance to secure a place in the Olympus of mafia bosses and get closer to my goal.

"Are you ready to come out?" asks Philip.

"I've been ready for seventeen years" I answer straight, "But nothing could prepare me for Mia Bianchi and I assure you that you are not ready for her either. It will be our worst nightmare"

With that, I pat him on the back and then head for the car door. Philip looks at me for a second and then goes towards his car. Without saying a word, he gets into the car and leaves.

In two days it would all begin, and Mia Bianchi would be my first challenge.