CHAPTER 3: MAFIA KING

Henry’s POV

“Henry, spare me please. I promise I will pay you when I finally get the money… Please… I’m begging you…” Paul, an old man who owes me $100,000,000 knelt down in front of me with his face filled with his own tears and blood.

I laughed sarcastically as I pointed my gun to his forehead. “Paul, when you borrowed some money from me, what did I tell you?”

“Y-You told me y-you don’t give second chances… B-But I’m telling you the truth, Henry…. I got scammed, I didn’t know that the man I gave my money to was a conman! I beg you, Henry… I’m willing to give you everything… Please…”

“I don’t give second chances, Paul. Also, I fucking hate liars. Do you think I didn’t know about your plan? You’re planning to team up with Farusco to put me down, weren’t you?”

“W-What? H-How did you—N-No, Henry. I-I wasn’t—

“I HATE FUCKING LIARS!”

Before he could even speak again, I pulled the trigger and shot him. He immediately fell to the ground with his eyes still open.

Fucking liar.

I handed my gun and my black gloves to one of my men. I raised my right hand and my personal assistant, David, handed me a cigarette.

“Did Perry pay his debt already?” I asked David as we got into my limousine.

“He did, Milord.”

I nodded my head. “Good for him. Guess he doesn’t want to be dead yet.”

“Milord, you have a meeting with Mia Denmarks next week. Where do you want to meet her?”

“Mia Denmarks.”

“The woman you’re going to marry, Milord.”

“At my house. Pick her up from their home and bring her to my house next week.”

“I understand, Milord.”

I handed my cigarette to David again. “Did you do some background checking of their family?”

“I did, Milord. Out of all the families that want to have an arranged marriage with you, the Denmarks is the most qualified. They have a good reputation in business world which could be in benefit to us.”

“That’s good then. I just have to make sure that my future wife is suitable for me.”

Marriage is the last thing on my mind. The only reason why I decided to marry is to strengthen my position as a mafia king and expand my power and influence.

I can fuck any woman I want anytime, but fucking ordinary women won’t benefit me anything.

"Henry, where have you been again? Don't tell me you killed someone again? Didn't mom tell you to at least spare your enemies today?" Hera, my older sister, said to me as soon as I got to the wedding hall.

She is three years older than me and a former mafia boss. She quit being a mafia boss when she married her husband who is a doctor. What a stupid woman.

"She should be glad I still had the will to go here."

"You're still mad at her, aren't you? Oh come on, Henry. It's been so many years now, you have to finally move on. After all, our fathers are not here anymore."

Hera and I have different fathers. Hers died when she was ten and mine got killed during an encounter with the enemies. He was a mafia boss, too. Until now, I am still trying to find the exact man who killed him.

"Okay, the wedding is about to start. You didn't even wear the suit I gave you. You bastard," Hera hissed.

After a few minutes, the door went open and my mom, wearing a white gown while holding a bouquet of tulips started walking down the aisle.

She was so beautiful. Probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. The woman who used to sing me to sleep, the woman I used to trust the most...

But not anymore.

All of a sudden, her eyes found me. A smile immediately formed on her lips as she stared at me.

"I'll get going now," I said to Hera.

"What? But the wedding just--

I even heard her call my name and asked me to come back, but I pretended not to hear and just proceeded outside that wedding hall.

While my mom and dad were still together, my father once caught my mom hanging out with some other guy. At first, she told my father it was just her friend, but it turns out that it was her lover.

I didn't even see her shed tears when my father died. Maybe she wasn't in love with him anymore. Or maybe she never loved my father in the first place.

That is the reason why up until now it's still so hard for me to forgive her.

"Want some company?" Ashley, a whore from the bar I used to go to appeared in front of me as soon as I sat down at the bar.

I looked at her and without any word I pulled her by the nape and crashed my mouth into hers. She got surprised at first, but she responded to my kisses until we both ended up inside the suite.

"Oh God, Henry.... Ah...ah....Ah...! You're so fucking huge! Oh god!! I'm cumming......!"

I moved my manhood in and out of her pussy until she came.

"That was....delicious..." she whispered while trying to catch her breathe.

I reached for my wallet and pulled some cash then threw it on the bed where she was lying.

"Leave now."

"Oh, Henry. You still are so cold. Anyway, your cock is so huge and so your money. How can I even resist you? Just being fucked by you is an honor already."

"Just fucking leave, you whore."

No woman can satisfy me. Probably it's because of the hate I have for them. Whenever I see them, I get reminded of how my mother became unfaithful to my father. Until now, I also blame her for his death.