Mafia Damian's Bride

On a bright Friday morning, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old black man with blue eyes and short black hair styled in an Afro cut, sat in his office chair on the fifth floor of a five-story building. He had several tattoos on his body: an eagle tattoo on his right arm, a cross symbol on his left arm, and two women's names drawn on his right chest.

Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven.

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

His office was painted white. A knock on his office door interrupted him as his assistant, Jeff Brody, stepped in dressed in black ensembles.

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

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

Mr. Max Dawson, a businessman involved in illegal dealings, entered Damian's office. Damian made no attempt to stand or shake his hand.

"What do you want?" Damian asked, still seated and continuing to click on his laptop.

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

"It's business, Damian. It's a deal worth ten million dollars." Mr. Max was pleased when he saw Damian look away from his laptop and shift his gaze to him.

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

Damian listened with keen interest. "So what do you need my assistance for?" he asked.

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

Damian was interested, but he had other ulterior motives. Dealing with this, he would personally hijack it instead of handing it over to his group to handle.

"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 said, to which Mr. Max 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'll have Jeff assist you. First, sign the deal." Damian offered the document for Mr. Max to sign and to lend him the money. His mind worked in mysterious ways as he focused on the man, who reached for a pen and signed.

"Done," Mr. Max said with a broad smile as he rose to leave.

"I will be looking forward to the repayment date," Damian stated.

Mr. Max nodded and left after the deal ended, and Damian kept thinking about the deal worth millions.

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

"Take care of Mr. Max's business and ensure the money gets transferred to my offshore accounts."

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

***

Three months later, Mr. Max was heartbroken to see that the business didn't go as planned. After borrowing money from the ruthless mafia lord, he had only a year to pay off the ten million dollars he had borrowed.

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

"I am finished!" Mr. Max 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 hadn'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 they? Calm down, honey. We can raise the money? Where did you borrow such money from? Why would you borrow such a huge amount? For gambling?" Mrs. Jennifer asked, shocked to hear the amount. 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 within a year, they will come for us. All of them. And you need to leave with our children. They shouldn't return 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 about raising the money."

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

That night, Mrs. Jennifer went downstairs and saw her youngest daughter, Alicia, in the living room.

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

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

"What?! Ten million dollars. Where do we start paying off such a huge amount? Oh no! We are doomed, Mom, if Dad cannot pay that off." Alicia joined her mother in crying. They were rich, so why would her father borrow such a huge sum? Meaning, they would have to sell off some of their properties. But would it be enough to pay off such a huge debt? Alicia cried.