Duplicity

9. The proposal

A sleek black car rolled to a stop at the gates of a mansion, its engine purring softly before falling silent.
The gates, as if recognising the presence of, slowly creaked open, revealing the grand mansion surrounded by the vast grounds.

The car moved forward towards the main doors of the mansion, where a man in a uniform that is a black tux stood. The car came to a halt and the door to the passenger opened revealing the presence of the eldest child of the family.

His commanding presence immediately shifted the atmosphere. The man awaiting at the entrance became stiff and nervously moved towards him.

"Your father is waiting for you in his private study." He said bowing down to him.

Ignoring the gesture he swiftly moved through the doors and into the main hall, casting a stillness over the bustling servants. Their heads bowed, afraid to make an eye contact, and their footsteps quickened as he passed. They have heard horrifying stories about the young Sinclair and didn't want to become the next victim of his rage.

Climbing the stairs to the second floor, he turned around the corner and into the hallway that led to his father's office. His footsteps echoed against the polished marble floors as he navigated his way through the familiar hallway, passing by several portraits of his ancestors that looked like they were silently judging his every move.

And he knew they were, as the portraits were embedded with motion sensors and cameras to track every single movement across the hall.

Reaching the mahogany door of his father's private study, he hovered his hand over the gold handle to knock. But decided against it and twisted the door knob instead.

The door creaked open revealing his father.
"ELIO!!"

"ELIO!!" Screamed the pathetic human being I used to refer to as my father.

The sight in front of me made me nearly puke out in disgust. A red head was perched upon my father's desk , her front facing the door or more specifically me as of the situation. One of my father's hand in her hair and other rested on one of her breasts.

"Mr. Sinclair." I said in an emotionless voice, hiding my disgust.

The old man didn't stop fucking the red haired woman. My hand was itching to take out the gun and shoot both him and the red head to death.

"You should've - fuck - warned me - oh fuck- of your arrival." He said still fucking the red head bent over his desk.

"I did but it looks like you were quite busy to pay attention to the message."  The urge to shoot them both was increasing each moment. The annoying moaning voice of the red head echoing across the study adding fuel to the fire.

"Oh well - damnit - you see your mother is not quite capable to take care of my needs anymore - ah yes- had to find another way."

My mother is suffering from third stage brain cancer and this fucker has the audacity to fuck another woman while my mother is suffering on bed everyday.

"Why did you call me here?" I said ignoring the fact that he didn't care that his eldest son was standing before him while he's fucking a woman other than his wife.

"I have a proposal." He said pulling out of the red head. He pulled up his pants and grabbed the red head my the hair and pulled her off his desk.

"Out now!" He said throwing a few bills at her and pushed her out of his office.

"Take a seat Elio." He said pointing at the chair in front of his desk.

Pulling out the chair I sat in front of him urging him to go on.
"You want the inheritance and the key to rule my empire." His empire?? Yeah right. I scoffed at the thought. It was my mother's empire. He was her brother's best friend who married her for benefits.
The benefit being the throne of the Italian mafia.

"I do."
"Well. I have a deal that can benefit both of us."
" how is me taking over the throne going to benefit you? Last time I checked you chose my younger brother to be the heir." I said raising a brow. I know where this is going.
"I want the Singhania heir dead."
I knew that's what he was gonna say as I was the one who planted that thought inside his pea sized brain.

But his father's next sentence made his heart race, struggling to process the weight of the sentence the man before him just uttered.  The future he scrupulously planned unravelled before him, leaving him in the state of confusion and uncertainty.