All Chapters of My Tenant is a Mafia Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Where are you hiding her?” Pak! “Death to traitors, wife stealers, and kidnappers. Death to bond-breakers and trust-betrayers” Pak! Pak! Pak! “Hello. Girl.” ‘Dub-dub dub-dub’That nightmare again.Every time, it’s the same scene – a man getting beaten to death while a girl stood frozen by the door. It would abruptly end when a man kneels in front of the girl, alerting my mind that it’s time to wake up. With heart racing all the time.‘Take your medicine’‘Find a friend’‘Be kind. At least to yourself’Words of affirmation I stuck on the mirror to remind myself daily on how I should live my life instead of how I wanted it to be – guilt-ridden, miserable, alone. Some would say nightmares are products of imagination but mine happened twenty years ago. When three masked men came to my neighbour, Mr. Johnson, and beat him to death, leaving my friend Bryce, orphaned. I knew Bryce hated me for not coope

Nicolette’s apartment.Present time.I was about to inspect the hand when I heard something move behind the bushes.“Ahhhh!!!” I screamed again when I saw a body attached to the hand.It turns out, it’s not a severed hand, just a homeless guy who fell down the bushes.“H-help p-please,” he pleaded.He weakly crawled back to the steps then handed me three golden cards, issued by Grand Royale Bank, before completely passing out on my front door.“Oh, please don’t be dead,” I prayed while checking his pulse.His pulse was strong but he’s unconscious. Maybe due to dehydration or extreme hunger. I immediately went inside to get warm water and I came back just in time to see him coming around.He started feeling his surroundings and that’s when I realized, his eyes are white; most probably due to cataracts. I slowly walked to his side carefully grabbing his walking stick and giving him a glass of water when he suddenly held my hand.“Can you help me to the bank, please? I can give you money

At the Sticks mansion. Arthur Flynn, the bank manager at the Grand Royale Bank, is reporting the day’s heist to Cane. “How much?” I asked Arthur. “100 million from the bank, another 100 million from the casino, Cane,” he replied after confirming the total value of our heist. “And no one’s complaining?” I wanted to confirm. “Well, I don’t know how, but the police tied it to the organization. They still have no idea about the individuals. It was a perfect operation, Cane. This is why we need The Phantom in operations. Only he can plan something like this,” Arthur said sipping his champagne. I sipped my own glass feeling proud of my prodigy. It’s true no one can come close to Steffan’s expertise. From planning the tiniest details, to execution, to plan B,C,D in case something goes south, he’s just wired differently. He has the combination of brains, street knowledge, and a strong gut-feel

A hero’s welcome was waiting for me at the lively Sticks mansion. Masked men and women sipping their cocktails, talking business, filled the reception area. We don’t usually meet too close apart but I guess everything will be unusual from now on. Now that I’m the patriarch. Anyway, it’s a smaller group this time. Only those members who have invested in the banking industry. They were still clapping for my arrival and I raised my glass to acknowledge them. Shaking their hands, feeling their pulse, sensing any hint of betrayal.For years and years, I have dismissed Cane’s paranoia that there’s a traitor in our midst. But now that I’ve experienced it first-hand, I understand. And it’s time I weed it out before it can infect the others. I reported the bank and casino heist and gave everyone what they’ve been waiting for, the spoils of war. “100 million for the family. And 100 million to be shared amongst all of you,” I reminded the standard rates

Another hour has passed but I’m still wide awake in my room. I wasn’t expecting Cane’s reaction towards Colette, now I’m worried that she’s my sister. If she is, I need a plan B. But my gut tells me she’s not. It’s the same gut-feel that has saved me time and time again in the past. I have no reason to doubt it now. Then there’s Alex, why does he feel the need to protect her? Protect her from who? Me? Why? I’ve only been the patriarch for two days and I feel like retiring already. I need to think of another plan on how to satisfy the family. My whole plan was solid. The only problem is, it hinges on one thing.The f*cking box.Maybe I wasn’t that smart after all.I spent the rest of the night designing a new tactical scenario that we can use for our future operations. Similar to police operations, we also have situational protocols and I drill these to my men to ensure their survival all the time. I give them all the tools to survive so it’s up to them if t