Semua Bab The Mafia's Right-Hand (Wo)Man: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"I don’t think you understand, boy,” the flabby man across him said in condescension. Oh, Delian Leofric understood well. This loan shark thought his financial skills were better than the mafia that he decided to skim off the money he sends them. Wanting to sound empathetic, the gangster boss said, “I don’t even profit from this anymore. I just do it since I know how people in Erebus are in need of money.” He pointed his golden-ringed finger at Delian. “Even people who work for you.” He almost felt sorry for the man. Some people like him, when given a small amount of power, don’t realize they’re still pests in the grand scheme of an underground organization. So easy to get rid of and replace. “Mr. Nikos, the police and justice system of this city also work for me. You know what happens after a few calls.” The boss’s nostrils flared and his face turned red. “If you think you could threaten me with that, go to your daddy and cry to him about it.” Cheers and ridicule were heard among

“Lou, you really don’t remember what she looks like?” Delian, fresh from the hospital, asked the bartender. “Aye lad, I told ye already. She had her cap on the whole time. And the cameras also didn’t manage to catch her face.” It’s been five days since that night, and all Delian managed to know was that she got in a black car with an obscured plate. He almost thought that she was a figment of his imagination after waking up with a bandaged head. “Thank God, she wasn’t,” was all he said when the night’s event was reported back to him. Though he was relieved, he was equally as frustrated for forgetting her face. The Swedes did fail in their attack, but they succeeded in doing worse damage to him. Speaking of the two, no further news from the foreigners was heard as they seem to have gone under the radar. The Stockholm mafia also feigned ignorance at the current events. But Delian was not interested in any of those. That was why despite the doctor’s stern advice for him to go home and

“Most of us don’t know and can never fathom the sacrifice our forefathers made to put us on this pedestal.” Hector, together with the rest of the Leofric family, stood before the mafia members on top of their grand staircase. The event, in a regular person’s eyes, appeared to be just an affluent community’s celebration. But behind those expensive suits and lavish dresses were weapons of different types and sizes. In the Erinyes mafia’s eyes, it was a gathering of the strongest and most skilled people to welcome a newcomer. A newcomer who was deemed better than most of them to be chosen for the soon second-highest position in their organization. “To be able to acquire the power, wealth, and control of this city through their blood is something we could only imagine. So to you, the coming generation of our families,” he looked at each young member from all the clans, “Be strengthened by pain, honed with experience, and linked together through our deep fellowship. Only then could you d

“Shit!” Thane ran through the wide courtyard of the Evander estate, however quick his long legs could take him. The lush, grassy ground’s friction with his Oxford shoes didn’t help at all. “Come on, Rein. Answer the phone,” he grunted while gripping his phone close to his ear with only ringing sounds getting back at him. Minutes earlier while strolling on his way towards Rein’s home, a black Rolls Royce Phantom drove past him. He observed the way passersby quickly made way for the car in a mix of aversion and awe. And he knew only the mafia could elicit such a response. Also, it was slow enough for him to make out the passenger of the transport. Thane scoffed in contempt, “And here they claim that they’re helping people.” The special agent was familiar with how cruel and hypocritical the mafia could get, having a brush with them in the past. But before he could make another snide comment, he realized where the car was going. “This road only leads up to the Evander mansion.” Thane sp

What the Evander guards thought to be another uneventful day turned out to be the opposite as a luxurious car drove by the Evander guardhouse. “What’s your business here?” One of the two burly guards asked roughly, leaning down the passenger’s side. The dark windows rolled down to reveal the fair Kora Renaud which took both men by surprise. Not only because of the lady’s beauty but also because of the common knowledge that Renauds and Evanders were not particularly close. “M-Miss Renaud, how can we help?” “I’m here to visit Rein. Would you let me in?” Her sweet voice pleaded as she batted her lashes at them. She didn’t have to since they were mesmerized already, but it wouldn’t hurt to be sure. Kora noticed one of them recover from his awe, beginning to reach for his earpiece. She has to get in before Rein had the chance to say no. “Uhm, I don’t know why he didn’t tell you. But he is expecting me.” She managed to look hurt at the Evander heir’s action, or lack thereof. Not wanting