9• Sullivan.

"Please, escort him back to his room." My mother instructed and Micah smiled.

The smile that has been cringing me ever since it started.

"Goodnight." I bade my family.

"Sleep well," Gin replied. "And I hope Micah doesn't give you a hard time." She directed the word at Micah who would be rolling her eyeballs if she hadn't gotten a warning look from me.

"Be rest assured. You should be hoping he wouldn't be the one to give me a hard time." As expected of her, she gave Gin some snarky reply.

"You don't have to worry. My brother isn't a troublemaker." Gin returned.

I started to walk when Micah suddenly grabbed my arm.

I gave her a quick look and she smiled in return. "Let's go. Master Sullivan." She called mockingly and I scoffed walking with her to the stairs.

Until we reached my bedroom, I kept my act but when we entered I licked my lower lip, gazing at her.

"What? Have you switched mode?" Micah asked and I breathed out.

"This should be the very first and the last time, you'd ever talk about me with my family," I warned about what she was about to tell them at the dining.

"What if they are curious about your health?" Micah questioned.

"You know what to tell them," I replied, and she scoffed.

"I don't know what to tell them." She says with a small glare. "Especially that bitch of yours ---" Before she could complete her statement, I shot her a look that made her stop her words.

I closed my eyes as if praying for a patient before looking back at her. "You know you're seriously getting on my nerves," I said, keeping a stern look at her.

"Why?" She smiled scornfully. "Because I refused to be your sex pet?"

"I don't need your fuckin permission." I almost cut her off. "And I can take you in there whenever I want to have pleasure with you," I say pointing at the bookshelf which was a door leading to ROP.

"I don't think you know what pleasure is." She said with a serious look as if she would be lecturing me on what pleasure is all about.

"I dare you to go in there." I dared still pointing at the bookshelf. "I'm gonna make you know the real word of pleasure," I said affirmatively reading her expression.

"I never know this is how messed up Italian guys are." She hissed turning to go.

"Two days," I called and she stopped on her track glancing at me. "Just two days. We will be inside the room with me fucking you hard." I mentioned it as a promise to her.

She blinked seeming to swallow hard before making a speech. "I dare you." Micah glared slamming my room door.

I should have just made her my submissive in the safe house but I had to make Doctor Fiore bring her here as an assistant because not only will she just be my submissive, but she will also be a cover-up for me whenever I go on a mission in a day.

Ever since I became the capo dei capi, I have never gone out on a mission when it's day because of my family who always check up on me in my bedroom and I only sneak out when it's night. But with Micah here, we can pretend to go for a walk while I attend to some emergencies.

I locked the door to my bedroom before opening the bookshelf and walking to the underground room.

As I stepped inside ROP, I glanced at the cage which I could hardly see because of the darkness.

I have always wanted to see Micah inside that place doing my bid and I always end up masturbating with every one of her half-nude videos.

I walked to the compound and slid into the car while Black shut the door behind me.

I took a cancer stick from the pack and lightened it inhaling and exhaling out some smokes.

Micah is one hell of a headache!

"The Francesco family sent a threat about the drug we are about to make," Black told me as he entered the car.

I puffed out a smoke from my nose and smoked the cigarette again. "What did they say?" I blew the smoke lightly out of my mouth.

"They claimed to be the one who is the head researcher of the drug, says we dared copy their recipes, and wouldn't take it lightly with us if we process with finalizing the drug," Black stated turning the wheels to the road.

"Have you contacted Doctor Fiore whether he gave the Francesco's and us the same recipe?" I asked letting out some ashes from the cigar on an ashtray.

"Not yet. I decided to check on our guys if we have a mole." Black replied still driving.

"Set a meeting with the Francesco family and Doctor Fiore tomorrow, we will know if there should be war or not," I say putting the cigarette back to the middle of my lips.

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Black halted the car and some of my men who stood awaiting my arrival gave a bow and one of them opened the car door for me.

I climbed out of it with them still bowing at my presence. The one who opened the car door for me gently pulled off my coat and wore a black suit for me.

When he finished buttoning the suit and straightening it on me, I walked to the mansion with Black following me behind, and the men who had bowed for me.

As I walked closer to the safehouse mansion, other men who were standing as guards around the compound all gave me their bows, as I reached closer to the door, the two guards opened them for me and I stepped inside.

I walked to the hall and another hallway before finally reaching my destination.

Black opened the door for me and I stepped in with him while the other guys who had been following me stood as guard outside the room.

"Ciao Tommaso," I say putting the plastic chair in front of the guy who was bound to an iron chair. "Long time no see." I sat down while Black uncovered his face.

I watched him try to keep up with the brightness of the light in the room before looking at me. "Long time no see," Tommaso repeated in Italian.

"You forgotten how many days you've been here?" I asked, my gaze fixed on his messed-up face.

"That does not matter," Tommaso replied in a harsh, guttural tone and I laughed.

"So confident that if I kill you it will all end?" I smirked in Italian. "If you think your gang is still coming here to help you, then I think you've gotta wait hundred fuckin years for them," I say snapping my fingers and my men entered the room dragging two ladies who were looking scared.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Tommaso yelled widening his eyes.

"So brilliant of you to have hidden them somewhere far." I scorned. "But you underestimated me." I stood up collecting the gun from one of the guys.

"Non! Don Sullivan!" Tommaso begged.

"Tell me where Geraldo is, and what was the mission he sent you. Then I won't have to kill your sisters." I said pointing the gun at one of Tommaso's sisters who was weeping. "I will be counting to two," I said placing my finger on the trigger which was located on the grip near the front of the gun's handle.

"I don't know where Geraldo is. I swear." Tommaso who has never looked so scared since I abducted him, finally seemed to be shaking in fear and I found pleasure in that.

Everyone does have a weakness, I thought pointing the gun hard on his sister's head.

"My mission was to befriend your brother and gather information about you. I'm not sure why Geraldo was so interested in you, but ever since he heard that you were investigating your parents' murder, he's been acting strangely." Tommaso confessed.

"Is that all?" I ask pretending as if I'm about to shoot his sister's skull.

"Yes, but---" Tommaso paused. "Geraldo sembra prendere ordini da qualcuno." He said in conclusion.

"Good boy. He will join you soon, in hell." I pulled the trigger releasing the bullet into his forehead and his two sisters screamed shockingly while Tommaso's lifeless body fell to the ground after Black untied him.

I threw the gun to the floor and walked out of the room hearing Tommaso sisters crying while Black ordered the men to clear up the body before catching up with me.

"Find Geraldo, and report back to me every single detail you find," I said walking out of the mansion.

"Yes sir," Black answered following me as we walked out of the mansion.

As we walked to the compound, I strolled to the left side of the compound entering the bungalow that was not far from the mansion.

The bungalow was where my workers produced and branded drugs that we sold.

I entered it and the air inside was a mix of opioids, stimulants, and benzodiazepines. I had to wear a nose mask which was given to me by one of the workers before continuing my walk inside the bungalow, inspecting the workers.

"How are sales outside Europe going?" I questioned.

"Our drugs are currently being used in three different continents, with the highest usage among countries in the Arab world," Black informed me.

I was still surveying the workers who were busily going about their tasks when I heard the ringtone of my phone which was with Black and I could tell it was an important call.

I glanced at him as he picked up the call. "What's it?" He asked the caller, and the person on the other line seemed to have said something to him which had his facial expression turn to a frown. "Then go after her you fucking idiot!" He cursed hanging up.

"What's it?" I asked.

"It's about the lady that we bought..." He replied.

"What about her?" I raised an eyebrow

"She ran away!" Black answered and I gazed disbelievingly at him... "She's been tracked and will be found soon." He added in.

"Fuck." I muttered gritting my teeth. "I need the location of where she is now. You know what happens when we lose her." I said with a cold look and Black nodded.

I rushed out of the building when I heard Black making some phone calls.

As I dashed out of the building and sprinted to the car, the guard hurried to open the driver's door for me. He knew that when I was in a rush, I preferred to drive myself. As I walked over to the car, he gave me a small bow while I slid in, and he shut the door behind me.

I gripped the wheel and revved the engine, feeling the power beneath my hands. As I pulled out of the compound, the guard opened the gate with military precision. I knew the streets of the city like the back of my hand and I was sure I could easily locate Micah.

She was a fool if she thought she could outsmart me. She might have escaped from my parents' mansion for now, but she was still mine to control. And I would never let her go, not until I was ready to let her go.

I slammed my foot down on the accelerator and felt the car surge forward, rocketing down the road. The wind whipped through my hair as I pushed the car to its limits, the speedometer climbing higher and higher. I gripped the wheel with white knuckles, exhilaration coursing through my veins.

As I sped down the highway, my eyes caught a glimpse of the car's infotainment system. A message flashed across the screen, displaying the location of Micah and I smiled in satisfaction.

She had underestimated me, and now she will pay the price!