The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Forty-Four

Walking out of my house dressed in black Chelsea boots, jeans, a long-sleeved dress shirt, and a new silk blazer my tailor in Milan had made for me I got down to the garage, and walked over to the Ferrari 458 Italia I owned and drove out of my gates, before heading towards New York at a speed I probably shouldn't considering it was dark, but I also just wanted tonight over with.

And the benefit of a quieter car probably would have been smart.

Getting out of the Hamptons I got onto the highway as I mentally deciphered how long it would take for me to drive from where I was to the docks, while being thankful that the meeting was set for one in the morning, and not any time sooner.

It had given me time to get into the systems of the area and confirm things from discussion in the docking house the gang members would be gathering in, saying whatever they pleased until Demetri or I arrived.

I'd also have preferred to not know the things I did about these people.

An hour later when I coasted into Manhattan I looked around and let out a sigh to myself. My family had been behind some of the largest projects in this city even the row of buildings fellow billionaires lived in, when looking for investors Winters Group had privately given millions to have them be created, along with numerous other ventures backed by a legacy I was sure my parents would be pissed to see me squandering, even if I knew what I was doing was for a better purpose than just my own amusement.

Slowing at a light, I flicked down through the gears, the engine revving loud enough to echo before I reminded myself I was in a Ferrari and looked like an asshole.

Don't fucking care, if people have a problem with it they can go fuck themselves.

Twenty minutes later I pulled into the dockyard passing stacks of shipping containers, mess piles, and loops of chain and rope along the piers before spotting where the gang had all gathered their own cars that had been subtly bought with their cut of profits though considering there was ten captains and forty inducted members I could admit it was a decently large operation in New York.

Opening the door to my car I slid out and pushed the door shut with a soft bang before buttoning my jacket and walking over to the group of that was gathered around half of them smoking cigarettes, while a handful remained on the floor, their breathes thickening the air.

"Adrian," Demetri says walking over to me.

"Demetri," I greet the slightly older boy, "everyone here?"

"Yes," he says taking a long drag from his own and blowing out the smoke in a long stream.

"Good," I reply walking towards the warehouse and pushing open the door slightly before walking in, our footsteps echoing around the metal building. Right in the middle of the room was a chair and a separate gang member tied to it. The warehouse itself was rather plain with a bunch of crates sitting around. The building was unoccupied except for those of us that were here, and the rats, and dust that sat around the beams above all twenty of us that were present.

"What has this one done?" I ask looking to Demetri who took another drag.

"One of the Bronx got out of hand," Demetri explains as I remove the gun from my blazer pocket, and pulled the hammer before walking out to the edge of where moonlight lit up the room.

"Just project your pain and all of it will be fine," he says as I neared the guy in the middle of the room, reminding myself that I had to make this believable.

Demetri did this to those he recruited, convincing them to use their anger and pain against others, but considering I had dealt with my own fatalistic thoughts earlier today; it was likely I go on a decency streak for about a week.