Mafia Angel

14

Victor

"What exactly do you hint?" everything in my chest was weighed with anger, I could feel like my nails pierce the backrest of my chair. My gaze skipped over to Marcus, standing by the door, piercing Peter Morgan right in the neck, with a look, talking about his desire to play with his insides. "I am not hinting at anything, I just said the minds of all of us. We understand that your wife is young and does not belong to our society, but if the actions of Nicholas Maskot ... endanger our business, it is right to intervene" Morgan did everything possible to avoid my gaze, but it would not help him if his mouth continued to work.

"I can assure you that I am in control of my father -in -law" I growled and put my hand in my pocket, shrinking it in a fist, experiencing a frantic desire to throw my chair, jump over my desk and squeeze Morgan by the throat. "The fact is that lately Maskot casinos have been often visited by Bennett and Gradoni" Kenneth Lawrence intervened and I raised my eyebrow. "Just as the fact is that we all know about the attempts of your father -in -law to try to break your marriage" added Luke Miller, just firming the deadly desire of the monster that was sneaking inside me.

"Look Victor, we know your father-in-law's casinos are not part of our territory and you have no control over the visitors there, but you have to admit it doesn't look good when a member of the ruling family is in contact with our enemies. It makes us think about the role of..your wife in all of this" Miller cleared his throat and that was the last straw. It's one thing to discuss my father-in-law, but to insinuate that Elena is a traitor, an enemy agent, deployed to leak information, that's completely different, and if I don't do anything now, it will seriously affect if Elena has to run one day.

I looked briefly at Dominic, who sighed and laid his head back with his eyes closed. "So this is being talked about under me?" I sighed and left my seat behind the chair, putting on a well-acted facade of disinterested boredom that was so familiar to me now that it was as if my facial muscles didn't even need to remember exactly how to relax to put on the mask of indifference. Lawrence, Morgan, and Miller worked for my father, now they work for me, but apparently I've been away too long and they've forgotten who's in charge and why.

"All we're saying is we need to do something about Mascot's ties to Bennett and Gradoni" Morgan continued much more quietly, his eyes fixed on his lap. "Tell me, Peter, how long have you been working for Craven?" I asked coldly, sitting on the front edge of my desk, crossing my arms over my chest. Morgan's head snapped up, he swallowed, tugging at the collar of his shirt with a finger. "Six...teen years,Victor" he muttered and I saw his pupils widen. Miller and Lawrence shifted in their chairs. "Sixteen years" I repeated, tilting my head.

"And you?" I looked at Luke and Kenneth. "Eighteen" Kenneth replied and Luke mumbled a low 'ten' in a strange tone. "So each of you have worked for Craven since before I took my father's place as head of this organization?" the three nodded. Each of them was older than me, each of them started the business before I even knew which side of my head my ears were on. The difference between us? They obeyed!

"Then" with one deep breath and no apparent warning, I darted forward, wrapped my fingers around Morgan's throat, knocking him back along with his chair, and sat on his chest. "Who the fuck, you fucking bastard, gave you permission to use a name other than my last name?" I roared right into Peter's face and his mouth began to open and close in silent horror as the fear drained the color from his face and began to feed the monster reveling under my skin.

Lawrence and Miller jumped at the same time, Dominic and Marcus were faster though, they both stood in front of me, guns pointed, leaving me enough space past their legs to see their faces. "Who do you think you are?" I grunted hoarsely, squeezing Morgan's throat with a pleasure I hadn't felt in a while. Not since Elena was with me. "Mr. Cra...ven..." Morgan's strangled gurgle made me look at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm...sorry!" my eyebrow shot up, but the apology didn't change the fact that the piece of shit who accused my wife was probably a traitor. My wife!