Mafia Damian's Bride

Five years ago,

In the Tucker's Group, inside an office on the top floor, sat Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old dark-skinned man with blue eyes, jet-black hair styled in an afro. He has an eagle tattoo on his right arm and the cross symbol tattoo on his left arm.

His chest has a star-shaped tattoo on above his right breast. He is a mafia boss and was respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in the North Wind Town.

Inside his office, Damian wore a black suit and sat across from his desk, going through his laptop to check his other coded business.

His office was painted in an off-white hue, and a knock on his office door interrupted him.

"Boss, Mr. Max Dawson is here to see you," Jeff Brody informed him, and Damian sighed.

His father had just handed over the head position to him, and he looked over at Jeff and replied, "Let him in."

Mr. Max Dawson, a businessman involved in illegal business dealings, entered Damian's office, and the latter made no attempt to stand up and shake hands with him.

"What do you want?" Damian asked, still seated on his chair and continued clicking on his laptop.

Mr. Max swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat, knowing that doing business with Damian was more difficult than it had been with Mr. Mark Tucker. The name alone instilled fear in the other groups.

"It's business, Damian. It's a deal worth 10 billion dollars." Mr. Max was pleased when he saw Damian looked away from his laptop and shifted his gaze to look at him.

"Sit," Damian gestured to the middle-aged man. "Go on." He ordered, and Mr. Max went into details on what the business was all about.

Damian listened attentively. "So what do you need my assistance for?" He asked Mr. Max.

"As the mafia lord, I don't want the other groups to interfere in this business, and I will need your assistance to loan me money to proceed with it," Mr. Max explained.

Damian was interested in this business; however, he had other ulterior motives. Deals like this, he would personally hijack it instead of handing it over to his group to take care of it.

"I will lend you the money, but you must promise to pay it back with interest. I don't care if the business works out or not. All I care about is my money," Damian told Mr. Max, and he nodded.

"You have nothing to worry about, Damian. I will pay you back, but I will need your assistance with it," Mr. Max said, sitting across from Damian, who was looking at him.

"Don't worry, I will have Jeff assist you. First, sign the deal," Damian offered the document to Mr. Max to sign and to loan him the money. His mind worked in mysterious ways as he focused his attention on the man who reached for a pen and signed the deal.

"Done," Mr. Max said with a broad smile on his face as he rose to leave Damian's office.

"I will be looking forward to the date." Mr. Max left Damian's office after the deal ended, and Damian kept on thinking about the deal worth billions of dollars.

"I cannot allow Mr. Max to have that kind of money. It will invoke the higher authority's knowledge on us, so I have to take care of it." A smirk played its way up Damian's lips, and he called Jeff back into his office.

"Take care of Mr. Max's business and ensure that the money gets transferred to my offshore account," he ordered, peeing at Jeff's face.

"Okay, Boss," Jeff replied, his eyes widened in surprise, but he dared not question Damian's orders. He looked up to him as his older brother and was only two years younger. He went to do as told.

*****

A few months later, Mr. Max was heartbroken to see that the business didn't go as planned.

After loaning money from the ruthless mafia lord, he has only a year interval to pay off ten million dollars that he had loaned.

"Honey, what's the problem?" Mrs. Jennifer Dawson came into the room and asked her husband. She was a middle-aged woman, 45 years old, and she looked at her husband, who paced about worriedly.

"I am finished!" was all he said, placing his hands on his head.

"You cannot be finished, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer tried to beg her husband, but he said, "I shouldn't have trusted that son of a devil. Doing business with his father hadn't been bad. Our dealings haven't been hijacked by the government, and now, I have lost everything I worked hard for."

Mr. Max was on the brink of tears. He shouldn't have trusted Damian to handle the business for him. The man was still young and new as a mafia group leader.

"Calm down, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer tried to talk her husband out of his misery, but he smacked her hand away and shouted at her, "Don't touch me! Where do I get ten million dollars to pay the T-Group?"

"The T-Group? Who are those? Calm down, honey. We can raise the money. Where did you borrow such money from? Why would you even borrow such a huge amount of money too? For gambling?" Mrs. Jennifer asked, shocked to hear the huge amount of money her husband was asking. But he told her, "Get out of my room. I don't have time to explain anything to you. Just leave me alone. If I don't raise that money in a year, they will come for us. All of them, and you need to leave with our children. They shouldn't return back here. I am finished."

Mrs. Jennifer stubbornly shook her head and told her husband, "I cannot leave you to die alone, honey. You cannot turn me into a widow at this young age. You shouldn't have borrowed the money in the first place. Calm down, we can see how to raise the money."

Mr. Max went to his home office, leaving his wife alone in their bedroom, and she paced around, wondering what was wrong with her husband.

It was nighttime, and Mrs. Jennifer came out and saw her youngest daughter, Alicia, in the living room.

"What's going on, Mom? I heard you and Dad arguing?" Alicia, a 19-year-old girl, asked her mother. She was a nursing student and hadn't graduated yet. Her skin was as fair as the sun, as she has long blonde hair and looked like her mother.

"It's your father. He loaned ten million dollars, and now, he has lost everything." Mrs. Jennifer cried, and Alicia collapsed on the couch.

"What?! $10 million. Where do we start paying off such a huge amount of money from? Oh no! We are doomed, Mom, if Dad cannot pay that off," Alicia joined her mother in crying in the living room. They were rich, so why would her father have gone to loan such a huge amount of money in the first place?

Meaning, they would have to sell off all their properties. But would it be enough to pay off such a huge debt? Alicia cried.