Veil Of Secrets

The Betrayal ?

Renzo's POV

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I woke up to a knock on my door. Ugh, why can't these stupid people let me sleep in peace for once, "What is it?" I said with a sharp tone while still lying in bed.

"Sir, it's me, Marco. I am here with your breakfast."

Breakfast? What time is it? I sat up to check the time on my phone, and that's when the killing pain in my head erupted. "Fuck," I groaned. "What time is it right now?" I asked Marco, as I couldn't bear to look at the phone.

"It's 8 in the morning, sir, the exact time you take your breakfast," he replied from outside.

How the fuck is it already 8? and then the flashbacks from yesterday took over my mind. Jack and I were drinking till 4 in the morning. Jack was totally wasted by 2, but my tolerance is really high - Surprise, I'm Russian ! - so I still didn't get fully drunk even until 4. We usually go to clubs or drink on Fridays because I don't need to go to the office on Saturdays and Sundays. Doesn't mean I don't have to work from home; after all, I am the heir of one of the biggest mafias in the world and all the Russian mafias.

"Come back in 7 minutes; I need to freshen up," I said while massaging my forehead.

"Alright, sir," and with that, I heard footsteps going away. I sat up from my bed and went to my bathroom to freshen up.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the man staring back at me a shadow of who he used to be. The cold water did little to alleviate the pounding headache. I brushed my teeth and splashed more water on my face, trying to shake off the remnants of last night's haze. I could still hear Jack's voice when he was just waffling around, thank God I didn't actually punch him last night.

When I finished, I dressed quickly in a fresh hoodie and joggers, ready for another shitty day. Exactly seven minutes later, there was another knock on my door.

"Yeah, come in," I said, already knowing that my breakfast was here.

The door slowly opened, and a man with a moving table came in with my breakfast. He was one of our new workers, not part of the mafia. I hired him for the house – you know, cleaning, bringing things to my room – but nonetheless, I did a background check on him. Trust me, he is not a pure, needy, poor soul.

He moved the table in front of me, setting the pancakes down. I grabbed a fork and knife, and that's when this idiot accidentally knocked my coffee onto my lap. My head was about to explode. He quickly looked up at me and opened his mouth to say something, but I took my fork and stabbed it right into his throat. Watching the blood drip down his throat just made this shitty morning better.

I called a maid, and she started wiping my trousers while I ate my pancakes. I smirked in satisfaction as I saw the maid gulping when she moved to clean the part where my manhood lay.

I finished my breakfast, enjoying the silence that now enveloped the room. The maid quickly cleaned up the mess and left. I was about to relax when my phone buzzed. Of course it was Jack.

"Renzo, we need to discuss something important. Can you meet me in your office in 15 minutes?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," I texted him back. I headed to my office, my mind already racing with possibilities.

Jack was waiting for me, pacing the room with an anxious look on his face.

"What's up, Jack?" I asked, sitting down behind my desk.

"Renzo, we've got a situation. Tomorrow is the big ball, and guess who's coming?"

"Who?"

"The Cassanovas." Our biggest enemy, the arch-nemesis, and the biggest mafia in the world. They're the bosses of all the Italian mafias. They were the reason I was sent here from Russia and there was no way I was letting this opportunity go.