Chapter 1

"Lord Rolly! "

“You need the company of a lady in your life.” And heirs, a lot of them. “

Every time I came over for Sunday supper, my mother’s statements seemed to repeat themselves.

“Do I need one?

I sat back and glanced at my younger brother,Xee, as I reached across the table for the bottle of red wine and poured myself a liberal quantity. Naturally, the little jerk smirked, but he refused to look me in the eyes.

“Perhaps you should encourage Xee to find someone, Mom,” I said as I sipped from my wine glass.

“You need a wife and an heir as Underboss.” She took a long drink from her own glass.

My mom dared to say such things to me.

My given name, Rolly Exruto Guevara,my mom used to call me Dong and was powerful enough to arouse terror in anybody who heard it.

Everyone else was terrified that I would slit their neck while they slept. Of course, they’re incorrect. I slashed it while they were still awake and glared them down.

“Besides, your younger brother isn’t old enough.”

Xee grumbled. However, I had no choice but to concur with her. He didn’t know his dick from his balls when he was seventeen, much less how to be a spouse.

Besides, you’re well aware that he must concentrate on mastering the family company. Before settling down, he needs to focus on establishing himself among the families. “

The company is run by the family.

What we did was dubbed “so” by everyone in our group. We are who we are at the time.

Everyone called us by a variety of names. The mafia is a criminal organization that operates in the United States. A Cosa Nostra is a group of people that work together to achieve a common goal and the mob. There were also a few additional words coined over the ages by the media and rumors. However, they were all accurate and signified the same thing.

When we were together, we simply called ourselves The Family. Because we were all related, whether we were blood related or not.

Being born into a traditional rich family and raised in the criminal underworld meant I was supposed to act a certain way and be a specific person.

And, after my father died a decade ago, I had to grow up even faster and to be the leader of the home, the guy who looked after his family and supplied them.

And it molded me into the person I am now.

Dangerous, aggressive against criminals, affluent beyond their means, and bound by certain responsibilities.

One of our rich family was marrying a lady and starting a family with her... heirs to educate about the business, men to further assist the mafia, and women to be wives and mothers to those criminals.

My mother began chatting with Xee when it became evident that I would not contribute to my personal matters or whether or not I would find a wife.

Because I had someone in mind already.

Lara Sylvio.

The Clover was an up-and-coming matching organization that specialized in women, with the men being at the high end of the social scale, and I first saw her when I made an appearance at one of the businesses our Family dealt with. Clover was known for its “match guarantee.” They made sure to match people in a three-tiered system, from most compatible to least suitable, by taking extensive information from each customer.

The family decided to invest in Clover and its stocks after seeing how successful and popular it had become in such a short period, and with the help of the men who worked with and for us, keeping track of trends and data.

So here we were, with the business thriving and growing in popularity by the day.

But I hadn’t been able to get back to Clover in a month due to my schedule. I hadn’t seen Lara in over four weeks.

That, however, would change the next day. I was on my way to the headquarters of the matching firm.

I’d felt this strong yearning crash into me from the first time I saw her, sitting behind that desk doing the dull routines of a secretarial job.

That day, she remarked to me, “Good morning,” a phrase I’d heard repeated by many others throughout my life. However, I felt a frightening longing uncoil within me when I first heard her voice.

“Possessiveness”

I wasn’t used to the sense of desperately desiring anything.

And I’ve known one thing since that day: nothing was going to stop me from claiming Lara. Nothing was going to stop me from making her want me as much as I wanted her.

I didn’t want the treatment or informational goals to benefit site visitors, so she was an infection in my blood.

I was planning to have her as my wife, so God help her.