The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 6

THE SOUND of screeching wheels filled the place as a luxurious car maneuvered its way to the parking lot, causing a disturbance to the crowd. People who were bystanders at the scene managed to avoid an accident, yet their faces screamed disappointment and anger at the reckless driver.

Dressed in such luxurious attire and extravagant masks, they couldn't believe that such a person could be invited to an exclusive event.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You almost hit us!" a man yelled at the vehicle that had just stopped. His eyes were like fire, growling at the sight of the machinery.

He was dressed in a fashionable black tuxedo paired with a black mask. He was the son of a multi-tycoon businessman who was invited to the establishment by one of the right men.

Since his father couldn't attend, he was sent in his stead, together with their agenda, to make a prospering business attachment to higher ups.

Coincidentally, the car window slowly opened, and a man with his entire hair combed behind him with a few strands sticking out stared at him with lifeless eyes.

His brown orbs reflected the angered man, yet he wasn't fazed at all by his threats and demands.

In one instance, he opened the door to his car and got out to stare at the yapping dog when the man's expression on his face quickly changed from a growling predator to a cowering prey.

The man was a man of six feet tall with smudges of blood right across the entirety of his clothes. The man quickly realized who he was threatening, and that immediately made his skin turn pale and his knees wobble in a weakened state.

He just stared at him dead in the eyes before wiping off the smudge of blood right across his cheek.

"Molesto," [annoying],  the man suddenly utters, his hand brushing past his gun strapped to his pocket.

"I'm sorry," the cowered man said, and quickly enough, he lowered his gaze in fear and bit his lip.

Meanwhile, a woman suddenly emerged out of nowhere and grabbed onto the sleeves of the coward. It looked like the woman was his lover, or so he thought.

His eyes stared at her for a long second, their eyes meeting when she grabbed onto her partner's sleeves with trembling hands.

On the other hand, the man was already uttering prayers at the back of his head, immediately regretting his actions earlier.

No matter how wrong the man was standing right in front of him, he could break justice and shove it in his mouth. If not, he could immediately go missing without anyone ever hearing about him again.

The domineering man shifted his eyes to him again before mouthing the words, "You, tell me your name."

The man's tone was like an absolute order, and whoever heard it would tremble in his place.

"It's Erick, sir," the man replied with a stuttering voice while unable to hold eye contact with him.

"Erickson Harrison, sir," he added, completing his name. His eyes then turned to look at the trembling woman, and in one instance, he had the urge to push them down on the ground.

"Next time, don't get in my way if you don't want to die," the domineering man uttered before he turned his back on the two.

He walked back towards his vehicle and grabbed a spare change of clothes before his eyes met hers again.

"Tss." Clicking his tongue at the sight of the unusual woman, he casually strolled towards the entrance hall of the fortress.

Decorated with extravagant furnishings and with people chattering and laughing to themselves, they happened to stop their celebration when they managed to familiarize him.