*Mark's pov
6:40 am
"So you won't talk" I coldly asked the man in front of me who is bleeding from the torture.
"Sir I ......don't ........ know........ahhhhhhhhh........." he replied in pain.
"I see you are being faithful to my enemy." I smirked darkly.
"I..........ahhh......don't really...*cough*.........know." he said.
"That's how you want it then." then I dealed some one from my phone telling them to bring me the mans daughter who is tied and blindfolded.
"Talk or she dies" I said pointing a gun at her.
"PLEASE DON'T....... I BEG YOU!!" he begged.
"SO TALK!!" I was furious this time.
"Its Kobrakai......he .. is.. the ... one ...who... took... all ...the ...dimonds." the man said.
I called my men and took her home.
I shot the man and he died at the spot. I told my men to take care of his body.
'Arghhhh Kobrakai you are dead now' I thought. With that I went to my office.
** Time skip**
I was at my office working on some papers. Suddenly my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, it was my annoying step-brother. I sighed before picking it up.
"What?" I said with my cold voice.
"Good morning to you too."he replied in a teasing tone.
"What do you want?!" I asked him annoyed.
"Mom wants us to come home tonight."he said.
"YOUR MOM...... and what is it this time?" I asked.
"She said she wants to gather as a family. And this time she demanded that you to come." he explained.
"Really?.... why would she want me...... ow I forgot she is my 'step-mom'" I said mocking.
He sighed before replying "Anyways bro I think you should come she said it is very important and dad wants us too."
"Don't Bro me I am not your bro. And I will come to see your drama I was kinda missing your acting." I said annoyed.
"Fine" he said before hanging up.
'What are you guys up to?' I thought
**Time skip**
I arrived at my dads mansion. I was getting wierd vibes from the so called family gathering.
"Hey son. How have you been?" my dad popped out of nowhere.
"Good. Now lets get this over with I still have work." I said coldly.
"Yeah yeah sure. Dinner is ready lets go" dad replied.
"Hey Mark" My step-mom said with a smile.
I just hummed in response."Lets eat. Let me call Michael."she said and went to her son.
"Lets sit." dad said. I just nodded.
"BROOOOO!!" that brat said coming down. I just glared at him. "Ok ok jeez would you relax." He continued.
After we ate our meal I said "what do you want?" They just stared at each other.
Samantha(my step-mom) sighed before replying "We want to choose the next CEO of the company, and we would like to talk to you guys about it." I laughed
"Then what you want me to bring CV or something.....?" I said sarcastically.
"Mark.. behave!!" my dad glared at me.
"Why would you suddenly bring this thing up huh?! You know how much I sacrificed fot this company, and now I have to complete with with this spoiled brat?!" My blood start to boil.
Its not like I really wanted to be their CEO and I have my own business but the fact that the company is the only thing that holds my mom's effort, handwork and memory I didn't want to give it for someone like Michael. If it was someone else I wouldn't even complain about it.
"MIND YOUR LANGUAGE MARK!!" Samantha said in anger.
"WHY?!! ....... BECAUSE YOUR BRAT NEEDS THE PLACE. YOU KNOW WHAT?! THAT IS NEVER GONNA HAPPEN." my dad slapped me.
My brusted out of anger. "HOW DARE YOU?!" I galred at my dad.
"Sorry son I didn't mean to...... please lets talk huh........ come sit..." he said holding my hand.
"OK LETS TALK........... HEY YOU!!" I said looking at Michel. He seemed to be silent and chose not to utter a single word.
"YOU WILL COME TO THE COMPANY STARTING TOMORROW" I said gritting in anger.
"Ok" he said with no emotions. With that I stormed out.
As soon as I got into my car i went to the only place that gives me peace.
'Mom I promise I will not allow them to touch what is yours.' I thought looking at the stars.
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