I'm at my company repairing the damage Sebastian caused, recovering my resources—not that he stole much, what he actually stole was very little, but I worked hard my entire life to acquire everything I own. I can give or even lend, but I don't allow anyone to take anything from me.
While I was analyzing some extremely important documents, Hulk entered my office with information for me. I lifted my chin and faced him, awaiting the next walking bomb I'd have to deal with.
Hulk: Sir, Sebastian's b0dy has been found. I believe that between today and tomorrow, the police will probably come to interrogate you. Should I call the lawyer?
I let out my cold, icy smile, satisfied with having delivered my own justice, and thought that Hulk is big but not very intelligent, so I gave him the following instructions.
Oliver: Hulk, it won't be necessary. If I already have a lawyer in tow, that's basically a confession of guilt, and detectives are like dogs; once they get a bone, they don't want to let go. What I need to do is simply erase Sebastian's financial records before they find them and see the latest transfers.
Hulk: Understood, sir. So you want me to get Sandra and Blayck?
I sighed and just nodded. He left my office and went to get Sandra. Many in the company think I have something intimate with Sandra; in truth, I don't. She's my adopted sister and my consigliere in the mafia, but she works at the company to disguise her income and underworld life. Sandra is one of the strongest women I've ever known, only surpassed by our mother, who reigned for many years alongside my father. She's married to Blayck, who is a skilled IT technician and a respectable man, but like everyone in the family, they live a facade. He's a hacker who solves all our cybernetic problems.
Both are my arms and legs in the mafia, but they don't get their hands dirty; they work more as a think tank. However, they don't have the disposition to wield weap0ns and dive into problems. What can you do? Everyone has their gifts.
In the company and in public life, no one knows we're family. After all, the main law within the mafia is that we protect the family, and we never, ever put each other in danger.
Sandra and Blayck arrived at my office. He, as always, with his disheveled hair, very pale skin, thick black glasses, and his smart-casual clothes, with brown eyes and an apathetic face. Sandra probably forced him to dress that way, since the thirty-year-old man loves to dress like a fifteen-year-old boy, which is why he must be showing that scowl. Other than that, he's a formidable guy, respects and puts up with my sister's tantrums, and looks at her with great tenderness, which is why I like my brother-in-law, though I'd never admit it.
And Sandra, with her long blonde hair tied in an extremely well-done bun, her plaid suit, and her Prada heels, with her green eyes and a curious look, waiting for Hulk to leave us alone so she can spill her nonsense.
I signal for Hulk to leave us. He exits my office. Blayck settles in front of my desk, placing his equipment on it.
Blayck: Good morning, Oliver. What do we have for today?
The man addresses me directly because he knows I would only call him here to solve something or erase some trace, not that my family and I don't get along, but relaxed moments were reserved only for the privacy of our home.
Oliver: Well, I believe Sandra has already given you a heads-up. I have Sebastian's damn laptop here. I need you to destroy any traces linking him to me or to any conflict in the company.
He extends his hands for me to give him the computer, and I do so.
Sandra, confident and extroverted as always, sits on my desk facing me with a look that says she's about to spout some nonsense, but before she can, I reprimand her and tell her to sit in the chair next to her husband, which doesn't discourage her.
Sandra: What's the problem, Oliver? Can't I sit on my brother's desk now?
I run my hand over my face, giving her a disapproving look, and say.
Oliver: There wouldn't be any problem if some wretches weren't going around saying you're sleeping with me to climb the corporate ladder.
Blayck shrugs and says.
Blayck: Well, since they don't know you're siblings, they're going to talk. Especially because Sandra is quite flamboyant and not at all discreet, so that's what we're going to hear from malicious tongues.
I look at my brother-in-law, astounded, and ask.
Oliver: And that doesn't bother you?
He just scratches his ear with his little finger and looks at me, answering.
Blayck: In part, it bothers me that they're talking about my wife, but you grew up together, and you're Sandra's older brother, her hero. And sometimes I feel sad that you can't be affectionate in front of people for protection.
He goes back to fiddling with his paraphernalia, and I think to myself that he's sentimental today. What the hell is going on with these two, who are completely weird today?
Sandra: Well, if you found a woman, this wouldn't happen. These scumbags here at the company think every woman wants to snag the handsome, single CEO.
I look seriously at Sandra, who looks back at me with a victorious air. I let out a scornful laugh and reply.
Oliver: Thank you for your concern, Sandra, but I take care of my own private life.
She pouts and looks at me disapprovingly.
However, she gives me a satisfied smile and delivers some good news.
Sandra: Oli, I need to tell you something.
I look at her somewhat suspiciously and say.
Oliver: Then say it at once.
She bites her lips, which form a simple yet very truthful smile, places her hands on her abdomen, and says.
Sandra: I'm pregnant, and after the work with the triad, Blayck and I want to step away from the business temporarily.
That news impacted me so much that it took me a few seconds to process it. My younger sister was pregnant. I smiled and went to hug her, shook my brother-in-law's hand, and granted their wish. After all, another member of the Family was coming into the world.
We spent most of the afternoon working, had lunch in the office. Sandra told me about her plans and gave me a few digs, trying to force me to have a wife and children, something that scares and chills me just to imagine.
Many don't know why I'm like this, why I don't want to start a family and all those things. I could say a lot of nonsense here, that I'm not ready, that a mafioso can't have a family because it's risky, but I prefer to tell the truth.
When I was five years old, I lived with my biological mother in a filthy house, and as a child in precarious conditions, my mother let me go hungry and consorted with many men with whom she had carnal relations. I saw many complicated things for a child, like his mother having relations with several men in one night. I was beaten, went hungry and cold, had no toys to play with, and never went to school.
One day, my mother brought a man home who was the worst of all. He simply decided to live with us. He beat her every day, until time passed, and around the age of seven, I got tired of seeing her get beaten and of being beaten by a man who meant nothing in my life.
I remember it like it was yesterday: the man on top of her, suffocating her. I got angry and bit the man, who started hitting me until I passed out.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital under the custody of child protective services. Soon after, I was adopted by Lisa and Henry. Only they know this story as well as I do.
I never saw my mother again, but I don't see myself fitting into the "happy family" mold, especially because the women I get involved with all serve only one purpose: to offer me pleasure, nothing more. I don't know a woman worthy enough to change my opinion, but I must say, to be clear, it's not that I find all women unworthy, I just haven't found someone worth it. And honestly, I'm not into that lovey-dovey talk. What I like is s*x, lust, pleasure—that defines me.
After a full day of work, my sister and her husband left together, and I called Hulk to take me home. I decided to go check on my new prey and saw her leaving college with two guys. Honestly, I hate sharing my toys.
I ordered him to follow her. They stopped at a diner, and I watched every movement, every laugh, and the other guy clinging to her. I ordered my henchman to go get her and bring her to the car. He did so, dragging her to the car. She was making a scene, trying to hit Hulk. He opened the door and threw her onto my lap.
Oliver: So, you have other sexu@l partners, darling? I don't like it when people play with my toys. Hulk, kill them.
She squirmed in my lap and said.
Selena: Sir, please don't do that. They're just my friends, and the guy who was hugging me is gay. The other one has a girlfriend, and I'm very good friends with her.
I retracted my order because I don't believe it's worth killi*g for this woman; she's probably a liar like all the others I've been involved with.
Oliver: Hulk, take us home.
I looked at her diabolically and smiled. She has no idea what's coming.
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