CHAPTER 2 - RICCARDO

I was sitting in the VIP box in one of my famous clubs in Canada, Whisper, and was looking at my prey who is enjoying his last minutes with girls. Should I say enjoying or should I say that he is digging his own grave by being with those girls? Those girls may look like bitches but they are the professional killers under my mafia and now also they are doing their work.

I was lost in my thoughts thinking about how to enjoy his death and that's when I saw a waiter walking towards me with a bottle of red wine but anyone can easily comprehend that he is terrified just by his shaking hands and the sweats all over his forehead. Taking the bottle of wine, I just dismissed him because I didn't wish to play with the scarred goats. I continued to look at my prey and a smirk crossed across my face when I saw one of those girls injecting him with slow poison.

Gulping down half of the bottle I was going to get up to go near my prey but I heard some loud enthusiastic voice and looked in the direction of the sound. I saw a man jumping up and down and screaming in happiness like he got some lottery and I immediately identified the man even in this red light. He is none other than Noah Mathew, one of my business partners but not in my mafia. So, he is the VIP here today.

Yeah, my club is closed today because I'm having the feast with my prey but then the club manager told me that one of the VIP members is having a booking today. I told my manager to allow them and treat them normally because there are separate VIP boxes here. Though he is not the one who will go against me or poke my nose in my matters, I don't want to spend unnecessary time-solving unnecessary things. So, I decided to kill my prey when he and his friends left as I could see an extra four heads around him, and also his bodyguard was standing outside the VIP box.

I started to drink the bottle of wine while thinking about the reason for his happiness even when he didn't consider me. I wonder what made him happy as I know about how a workaholic he is. Shaking away useless things from my mind, I was waiting for them to leave when I noticed that my prey was dying. It's better if they leave now if they want to live. But, before I do anything I saw the empty VIP box and looked at the door and saw Noah's bodyguard following him outside and his friends were already out of the club.

I smirked and threw the bottle in my hands away which was empty by now I knew the full content from the bottle was in my system now but nothing could collapse me. I walked to my prey, a bastard who tried to backstab me by trying to get my sign on the power of Attorney papers of one of my small sub companies here in Canada. But, this bastard has no idea about my mafia identity and almost half of the business world doesn't know my mafia identity. I caught this bastard red-handed as I don't have the habit of signing documents without reading as I know how important is for my sign to be the powerful signature of the world.

Seeing me walking towards him, those girls left the place immediately as I hate these girl species but they are helpful in handling men like him. I saw him wobbling on his feet as the poison started its work. He fell on the floor as there was no support for him. I squatted to his level and he tried to touch me and I guess that his vision is becoming blurry.

"Mr. Armani…" He said but that only came out as a whisper.

"So, my dear employee, did you enjoy your time here?" I asked him to which his eyes widened a little.

"You…you…Are you going to kill me?" He slurred as well as stammered in fear.

"Your brain still works well" I patted his cheeks lightly in order to appreciate.

"Why…you said you forgave me?" he questioned and yeah this is how everyone trusts my words.

"I'm not the man of my word, employee" I took my gun while replying to him and I knew I must reveal my identity to him before killing him as I didn't want to kill anyone without knowing the reason for their death.

"Please, forgive me…I won't backstab you again" He said but I'm not into giving second chances to anyone.

"I'm not forgiving you and yeah I have to board my jet in the next 15 minutes. So, bye to the backstabber of the King of World Mafia," I revealed and shot straight in his head leaving him dead.

I looked at the dead body one last second before leaving the club. I got into my car and started to drive to the airport with no one following me. Yeah, I don't need any bodyguard. I can handle my death. I'll die only when I want to and no one will dare to touch the King straightly. I need to leave immediately for Russia as tomorrow there is a project meeting with the ‘Elite Internationals'. The meeting is with the CEO of Elite Internationals and I wonder when Noah Mathews is going to come to Russia as he is drinking his ass here. Yes, he is the CEO of Elite Internationals.

On the way to the airport, I called my pilot telling him to get ready and that I'd be there within 10 minutes and he said okay with a shaking voice as he knew about my mafia identity. Not only my mafia identity has its dangerous side but my business side also. I'm considered a ruthless business man and only I do business with the code no step back. If they want to do business with me, they must be ready to handle everything.

I shook these thoughts away and started to think about my personal life which is completely empty. I don't know why I started thinking about that but this night-long ride in the outer city of Canada made me think about that. I've been alone from the age of 5 and don't remember anything about my family because I was too young when I lost everyone and got into the orphanage. The only thing I know about my family is they were rich and they had some of the properties. I sold almost everything to start my business and also gained 1000 percent more than that but I left a two-story story which I think is the place where I lived with my family and I know there must be some of their photographs and identity.

I want to go there and find out about my family but I don't want to be weak. I know they are not alive but still I know that I can't able to handle knowing my late family members. My loneliness is the only reason I don't have any bodyguards with me. I don't want to protect an orphan like me by giving up on the lives of other people who have a family. If I can't able to protect myself then I'll die happily leaving this loneliness. I wiped the teardrops from my cheek and started to concentrate on the present as I entered the airport runway.

I saw the airport security standing near the airport's special doors so that no one would enter my black jet and I got out of my car and went inside my jet without even giving them a second glance. I straightly went into the room and got a cold shower to calm down my anger that was still surfacing inside me thinking about that backstab. How dare that man to think of getting my property. When I was in the shower I felt the take-off of the jet and I also heard the announcement.

After freshening up, I got out of the shower and started to dress up but I heard the television noises from outside. There is not even a single soul in this jet other than me and the pilots who the hell is watching TV in my jet? I went out of the room hiding my gun in the backside of my pant belt and buttoning up my black shirt but when I saw the person in the center couch and watching TV, my breath got hitched.

My hands and legs froze at the moment as I watched the girl in her white long dress trying to find the perfect film to watch while drinking the glass of water. It's completely dark and the only light source inside the jet is the light from the television and her facial features look angelic in that light. I roamed my eyes on her only bare ankles which were on the front tea table the pillow on her lap and the hem of her white dress which were waving on the surface because of the thin air that was around us. I was drinking her looks and I only came out of my trance when I heard her loud scream.