Chocolate Sinner

𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴

You look happy. Who's pussy have you been eating?" Alonzo laughs.

I raised my middle finger to him, before washing my hands.

"Same women from the club?" He asks.

Although Alonzo is my favorite relative, and closest friend in general, he was annoying me. I only nod at him.

"I never understood your taste in women, until I met her. At least she's, hmm pure?" He says, but it came out more like a question.

"She is the furthest thing from pure, that women est dangereuses." I laugh, she was. She was small, but I know if it came down to it, she would hold her ground. (translation: that women is dangerous)

"Oh really? I'm happy for you then." He smirks.

"Pourquoi?" I question. (translation: why?)

"Non reason." He smiles, before walking away.

One of my workers approaches me with a clipboard.

"I need you to sign this for the New York shipment." He hands me a pen.

"There's two signature slots. Why?" I tilt my head towards him.

"Lancelin finalized the deal." He scratches the back of his neck. It seemed as if all the workers were filled in on my relationships with my brothers.

I sign the paper.

"You are to run anything by me, before submitting a shipment." I give him the shipment file back.

He nods.

"Luka." Alonzo makes his way back over to me holding a donut. Where did he even get that from? I only shake my head.

"What Alonzo?" I ask him irritated. Not at him, at Lancelin for making the finalization without me.

"That man you wanted, um Hugo is in the basement." He informs me.

I wanted to slap Alonzo, but I just put gloves on going to the basement. I rolled my eyes when I heard his footsteps behind me. Unlocking the room Hugo was set in, I sat in a chair in front of him.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asks, he had an attitude for someone who had zero control in the situation.

"That does not matter. You know when your mother got in contact with me, I questioned why a mother would want her own son dead. But your sister you sick fuck?" I look at him in disgust.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shakes his head.

"You can play dumb, you are going to die either way." I shrug, motioning for Alonzo to hand me a gun.

He hands me un pistolet and I cock it back.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident." He cried out.

"You accidentally raped your sister for three years?" I shake my head, I did not give him the chance to reply. I just shot him, between his eyes. His body jerks forward, his head hung low, his body lifeless.

I bag the gun and dispose of the gloves.

"Lancelin has requested to speak with you." Alonzo says, eating a croissant. Where is he getting this food from?

"For what?" I roll my eyes.

"I am not Lancelin." Alonzo gives me a stupid face.

"Where is he?" I ask, sighing. I hoped this would be a quick conversation.

"Meeting room." He said, pulling a chocolat out of his pocket.

I once again shake my head at him. Walking from the sink, I make my way to the meeting room. Lancelin sat in a chair, with his feet on the table. I shove his feet off the table, leaning against it.

"What." I cross my arms at him.

"That is no way to greet your brother, now is it Luka?" He smirks.

"You are my business partner more than my brother." I shrug.

"Why do you hesitate on the shipment?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Why did you finalize the shipment?" I raise my eyebrow right back at him.

"What? Do you not trust me petit frère?" He puts his hand over his heart.

"If you want an honest answer, no I do not. This is my business, you are not smart enough to keep up. I keep you here par-ce que papa says I should." I eye him. He immediately raises from his chair, standing. He wasn't scaring me, I just continued to lean against the table.

"This is a shared business, Luka. Papa left it to Lanfranc he did not want it, and Lanfranc gave it to me, I let you join." He says with his teeth gritted. Lanfranc is the oldest, and the one I had the least problems with. Because he minds his business, I just didn't like the way he treats my stepmother.

"Re-read your contract Lancelin. You work for me, this business was never yours. Your name is Lancelin, meaning servant. You may be older, but you certainly are weaker. You are no type of leader." I spit at him. Lancelin hated the translation of his name. I watch the anger spark as the veins popped out his forehead.

His fist raises to punch me, but I grab it before swinging at him with my right hand.

"Know your place grand frère." I look him up and down, as he held his jaw. (translation: know your place, big brother)

I walked out the meeting room, ignoring Alonzo's calls after me. Getting in my car I went home. I thought about the assassination I had to do tomorrow. Filip was set to be at a club tomorrow, I would bomb the place. I thought about how to keep the surrounding people safe. I would just plant the bomb in the section he was in, and I wouldn't use one large enough to hurt anyone but him and his men. Seems like a good plan.

I wondered what Rose was doing, how she was doing. But at the same time, if she needed something she would call. I let her drift off to the back of my mind.

I am the second youngest Pierre bother of four. Yet I am the smartest and strongest. They simply can not keep up.

My phone begins to ring, looking at the contact it was my stepmother.

"Allô maman." I greet her. (translation: hello mom)

"That is just about the only thing I understand you saying in french." She laughs.

"I know. How are you?" I ask.

"I'm great. I don't wanna take up too much of your time love. But family dinner is this Saturday and I know you and your brothers have some issues, but I would love it if you would stop by." She says so sweetly.

I adored my stepmother, mainly because she filled in the role of my biological mother, whom I've never met. Well as an adult, I was too young to remember her after she left.

"Of course maman, I will be there." I assure her. Even though I knew it would be nothing but my rich obnoxious cousins, brothers, grandparents. I owed my presence to my stepmother.

"Merci Luka. Bring that pretty girl Alonzo told me you are dating, Rose Angelica?" She says all excited. I was going to kill Alonzo the next time I see him.

"We are not dating maman, and your three french words are getting better from when we first met." I tease, trying to change the subject.

"Goodbye, Luka." She hangs up all fake hurt.

In the back of my mind, I wondered if Rose would accompany me. I don't think so, especially considering she said she wanted nothing more and nothing less of me fucking her.