RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒𝟐*

Dominic's POV.

*7 ½ Years Ago*

"Mr. Ahuja thank you for doing this for the kids," The fuckface said bringing his hand forward for me to shake. I shook his hand for a brief second before letting it go and discreetly wiping my hand with a tissue.

"It's always a pleasure of mine. These kids are the future," I said turning towards the school kids running around.

Ugh, I hate kids.

Today, my company has decided to give some inspirational lectures to the local school kids for future business minds.

All I can think is how dumb as fuck these kids are. None of them are interested in this as much as I am not. But I am here just because my father asked me to.

Otherwise, I could find very interesting things to do with my afternoon. Probably making money or fucking some exported whore or whores.

But noooo, father wanted me to start taking matters into my own hands now. Like I don't already.

Okay, let me introduce myself to you.

I am Dominic Elijah Ahuja and I am 27 years old businessman. I belong to a Hispanic family. I have a younger brother who is 21 years old. He is a little special kind. He gets angry really fast, I mean in my family all of us get angry really fast but he gets angry at anything and everything.

My family is in the food supplying business and technical equipment manufacturers. Well, my family also has our own side yet very vital business. Prostitution and Drug supplying.

My parents have never hidden that part of their lives from me and my brother. Ever. We were exposed to that world at a very young age. And that is not a bad thing. No, it was quite on contradictory. I came to know and expertise all the ropes at a very young age.

Usually, it's men in the family who are in charge or the leader of these kinds of businesses but it's my mother who is the leader of our side business. She is a brave woman. She started her business in France, she was and is a feared woman but she was too much on the government's radar so when she met my father there she decided to move to Russia, continued her business, had me there, and then moved here to India starting this cover-up business of food and technical equiments and continues their side hustle which brings us the major money.

I have taken over my mother's responsibilities two years ago and the business has been going great. But my father still thinks I need to learn few more tricks. I entertain him just because of my mother.

If it wouldn't be for her, I would've put bullets in his head a long time ago. My father is a real asshole. Why do I say like that? Hmm, let me think. Maybe it's the reason that he has a fabulous family but we weren't sufficient for him, that he decided to get another family.

Yes, he has two wives. Of course, the other one isn't legitimate.

Even though his other family doesn't know anything about us or our business. We know, everything.

I know everything.

But I can't do anything about it because my mother loves that asshole. And I respect my mother too much to disobey her or hurt her in any way.

I walked around the school campus, trying to keep my anger at bay. This is seriously a waste of my afternoon. The principal of the school is babbling about something that I don't bother to listen to.

"Mr. Ahuja, come on there is lunch arranged for everyone, I would like to introduce you to some of our students personally," he said, spit flying from his mouth to my face making me grimace in disgust.