The Prototype

7. The Contract

TEMPEST POV

I thought dinner with them was a bit absurd but no, having someone knock on my door early in the morning to wake me up so I can get ready to have breakfast with them as if I am in middle school all back over again was absolutely ridiculous.

The only time my family has ever woken up to have breakfast together is on Christmas mornings but to have breakfast with each other every single morning at a certain time, that's beyond me. I don't know what kind of Royal family shit they are on but I did not sign up for any of this.

I didn't make this a Christmas wish, A New Year's wish, or any of that, I am twenty-five, having scheduled breakfast with people I don't even know and some of them specifically Marcellus, I would really rather claw my fucking eyes out to not even be around him and I wouldn't necessarily call myself a morning person.

The only reason why I was a morning person for Zyus was because I was doing something I love. Building software, coding, and everything that involves technology. Although I didn't know I was creating something that would cause me to end up in a fucking whirlwind of chaos, mass murder, kidnapped, and staying somewhere I have no idea of under a sadistic man's roof.

Had I known that Zyus would have me in some shit like this, I would have said fuck no, fuck them, and the entire contract I had with them because I still have no idea what nor why would Zyus be creeping into Mafia's businesses, or data.

What do these people have that Zyus would want or would want to know and why did they feel the need to use my fucking software to do it. I get that I made the software to allow them to tap into markets internationally but Mafia business, Mafia Data, was not on the list of markets. It's two different markets and I never would have even thought my software would have been that fucking powerful to go that fucking deep.

Mafia data bounces around satellites and runs deep and I would assume their data would be locked away behind so many firewalls, VPNs, protection walls, deep in international banks or systems, there is no way my fucking software could have cracked that if it wasn't designed to crack that and yet here I am. Somewhere that I have no idea as to where and having breakfast.

Marcellus cleared his throat as I notice everyone begin to give him their undivided attention and all I could do was mentally roll my eyes. "Tomorrow I will be leaving the estate for a few days to go handle some business. If there is anything that I need to know, sign, accept or decline, or make decisions on, let me know today in my office. If not, please pass it along to Madrina until I return." he addressed to them.

Sapphire said this was all real and not a dream but I truly feel as though I am dragged into a fucking nightmare.

The only good thing about this nightmare is that the man will be leaving and I won't have to hear nor see him.

"Tempest, would you consider yourself a pancake or waffle kind of girl?" Nino asked taking me out of my thoughts. I looked at him "Pancake kind of girl. Like to keep it simple." I informed him.

He smiled "Tea or Coffee?"  he asked. "Tea if I am sick. Coffee to start my day. Are we really about to play twenty questions with Tempest?" I asked him causing him to chuckle "I just want to know who is the lovely, beautiful woman that will be sitting at the table with us every morning for breakfast and every night for dinner that's all." he smirked.

I looked at him confused not understand "What do you get out of knowing that I like pancakes?" I curiously questioned. His smirk grew "It's always the small details that matter the most." he winked.

Gia let out of scoff "You clearly can not control yourself can you?" she raised a brow at him. Nino looked at her "What can I say sister? I am a man that loves and adore women." he teases.