Little Miss Successful

Part 24

Nkosinaye's POV

It's been six weeks since we have gone on war with the Arabians &Carribeans and here we are today.Let me tell you a bit about how it went.Firstly it was a success though we lost 15 men due to the battle of power.We went with plan A and got onto our Sea Cross to get to Italy.When we got there I lead my men to the Italian army that is lead by my old friend,Russovelt.Now Sir Russovelt is a Mafia who is known for his ruthless tactics and wealth.He's your typical 63 year old mafia mob boss with a wife as young as my little brother,Nkosi. How do I even know him you may ask.

Well let's just say ,fate lead me there.This other time I went to Italy for my first big business offer that could take my Zulu Corporate company to greater heights.When I got there I did what I had to do and won over some really wealthy Italian men who didn't know what to do with their money.Long story short,On my last day in Italy I decided to just check out the city and analyze the beauty of it.I stumbled upon a really big museum,which I thought was up for tourist visits.There were guards all over and when I asked to enter they spoke in a foreign language which was undoubtedly,Italian.I just nodded my head in response though I didn't understand what they were saying and they opened the gate for me.
I looked around the 'museum' only to realize later that the place I was in was actually someone's house,judging by the kitchen and the dining areas all over.Before I could make my way out there,an old man came to me and chuckled.His first words were
: Adoro I turisti curiosi.Vedo che sei arrivato a quello che io chiamo il mio palazzo.Ora che sei lei non si può tornare indietro.Sei uno di noi.
Which translated to: I love curious tourists. I see you have made it to what I call my very own palace.Now that you are here,there is no turning back.You are one of us.
From then on him and I worked together,he saw my potential and then introduced me to his best friend who is also a Mafia but from Russia.That's how we all became close and I eventually got introduced to Mafia.

Going forward,we met with the Russian army and then we formed an alliance.We then went to war with the opposing army then took out 552 of their 1000 men.Our aim was not to kill but to get what we wanted which was the minerals. I guess we achieved that and sent a message through to other countries that want to provoke us.

Anyways I'm chatting to my mom who gave me a surprise visit while I was working.
Me:Cha ma ngicela utshele itshangane lakho ukuthi angizingeni mina.
Ma:Hawu kodwa Nkosinaye,ingane yami asililo nje itshangane.
Me:Mhmmm if you say so
She heaves a sigh as I slightly chortle under my breath.I'd rather die than deliberately take myself to the lions den.Well, in this case my brother's request is the lions den.He asked my mom to ask me if I could give him one of my cars from my car collection since I got a new one just a few days ago.I got this new machine from one of our latest car heists and yerrr,it's fire.Manje uma uncengana nami ngathi yena nenangeni yakhe bangiphe uchelete weymoto. I refuse to be lead by the nose with my own money.
Ma:Kodwa nawe Nkosi what will you do with so many cars?
Me:I'll drive them,perhaps?
Ma:Cha manje nami ngiya-givapha.Ngizibangela nje ngekhanda.
I chuckle as I look at her putting her hand on her forehead,dramatically.
Ma:Anyways how are you this side?
Me:Hay ngiyaziphilela nje mina.Kunjani kuwena?
Ma:Hayi kuright akukho lutho.Ukoti yena unjani?
Me:(mumbling)She is okay I guess
I say as my mind refers back to what is half of my problems at the moment,Amahle.She has become a thorn stuck on my side and I wish to have been warned that the drama she created the day I came home late was only one of her many more episodes.Even today I wouldn't be surprised if I found her parked outside my gate,not inside this time,since I instructed my security staff to not allow any entrance of any trespasser into my house in my absence.

Anyways,if it's not her demanding to know my whereabouts it's her demanding sex from me.I don't get that urge to do anything to her like I did before but whenever I'm about to do something,Bab'Mdoni just interrupts us out of nowhere,calls me aside and tells me that it's not time yet.Which is quite peculiar because he is meant to be encouraging this action as it would unlock one of our key chains to being connected spiritually for m...
Ma:(interrupting)Nkosinaye!
Me:Ma
I respond as I drift away from my depressing thoughts.
Ma:Ikhanda lakho likuphi?
Me:Nothing of importance my lady.I actually need to get back to work, I have a meeting in a few minutes.
I say as I check my watch for the time.
Ma:Oh
Me:I'll come by and visit you.
Ma:Okay boy bo...
Me:(interrupting)Oh spare me
She slightly chuckles and then takes her leave.This woman unnecessarily goads me by calling me boy boy.She seriously flew all the way from KZN to here,just to talk to me,to say I'm feeling loved would be an understatement. I shake my head with a little smile on my face which quickly gets wiped off when my PA walks in.I have a reputation around this building of me never smiling,laughing or being goofy to anyone... and I'm working so damn hard to maintain the streak and keep it at it's peak.Once you start being all friendly and stuff ,people will walk all over you and mistake you for a doormat which is why I'm basically your typical rude,strict,arrogant and self centered boss.Might I say I've heard these marvelous adjectives to describe me from the whispers I hear whenever I walk past my workers.