My Mafia King (mxm)

Chapter 43

Igor

The conference room was quiet except for the low hum of Caesar’s commanding voice as he outlined his plan to his men. Akim stood close by, listening intently, but it was me, standing right beside Caesar with my arms crossed over my chest, who caught his eye from time to time.

My face was stoic, as I absorbed his every word. But remained silent throughout the briefing. As Caesar finished, his men nodded in understanding, leaving the room with Akim.

The heavy door closed, leaving Caesar and me alone in the large, dimly lit space. Caesar turned to me, his eyebrows knitting together slightly.

"You haven’t said a word, Igor. What’s going on in your mind?” He remarked, his voice softer now.

My gaze was intense, a flicker of concern evident. I uncrossed my arms and stepped closer.

"This plan… it’s risky, Caesar...too risky. There are too many variables. If something goes wrong, the consequences could be devastating" I admitted. My voice was firm but laced with worry.

“I know. But nothing will happen to our family. I’ve thought this through" His voice carrying a mix of steel and tenderness.

"Our life is full of risks, Igor. It always has been. It’s who we are. But I promise, I’ll protect us" My eyes softened, and I nodded.

Without another word, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Caesar’s lips, lingering just long enough to feel the bond that had carried us through every trial. Then I pulled back, my hand brushing Caesar’s cheek.

“I trust you" I murmured, my voice low but sincere. With one last glance, I left the room.

Right now, I drove through the quiet countryside road, Lion and Rose were sitting in the back of the sleek black car. Behind us, two cars filled with our bodyguards followed closely.

But then, in an instant, the peace shattered. Out of nowhere, several dark cars sped onto the road, boxing in my vehicle and forcing it to a screeching halt. The cars behind us were similarly blocked, and armed men poured out, weapons drawn, launching a fierce attack on my men.

I leaped out of the driver’s seat, my instincts kicking in as I pulled out my gun and fired at the attackers. My movements were swift and precise but the ambush had been perfectly planned.

One of the attackers, came up behind me. Before I could react, the man swung the rod hard, and the impact struck on the back of my head. My vision went black, and I crumpled to the ground.

When I woke up, my head throbbed painfully, and it took me a moment to understand my surroundings. I was sitting in a dimly lit, dusty warehouse, my hands bound tightly behind with thick rope, securing me to a metal chair.

My heart raced as I turned my head and saw Caesar’s parents also tied to chairs nearby. Rose looked frightened, her face pale and eyes wide, though Lion remained calm.

After a few minutes, the heavy footsteps echoed off the concrete walls, and as the man emerged from the shadows, my jaw tightened.

Elijah stood there, a smug grin stretched across his face. He folded his arms, surveying the scene as if he had just conquered the world.

“Well, well, well,” He drawled, his voice thick with self-satisfaction.

“The infamous Igor, finally subdued, and the Mafia King's precious parents, right here at my mercy. I must say, this is quite the victory".

My expression remained blank, eyes cold and unwavering. I didn't react to the taunts.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” He continued, a deranged pride filling his voice.

“I outsmarted the mighty Caesar. I outmaneuvered his most loyal guard. And now, I have the upper hand” He stopped, leaning in closer to me, his face inches away.

“Do you know how capable that makes me? How brilliant?” My gaze remained unyielding.

His self-congratulation grew more erratic, his words tumbling out in a fevered rush. He laughed, almost maniacally, as if he were savoring a victory he had convinced himself was legendary.

Elijah's self-praise came to an abrupt halt as a calm, authoritative voice interrupted his manic rant. His words dried up in his throat, and he turned, visibly startled. From behind him, a man stepped forward. He looked to be only a few years older than me, dressed in a deceptively casual outfit. Yet there was an unsettling authority about him.

The man's eyes found mine, and for a few long, tension-filled seconds, the two of us stared at each other. Neither of us spoke, the silence thick and oppressive. The man’s expression was blank, unreadable, but there was something unsettling in the way he studied me.

Finally, the man broke the silence, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of something far more chilling.

“Ah, now I understand why Caesar is so smitten with you" His tone almost casual but far from friendly.

"Why he’s willing to bend the world for you, protect you so fiercely" His words were laced with something dark.

He slowly walked towards me, his steps deliberate, and when he reached me, he tilted my head slightly, taking in every detail of my defiant gaze. With unsettling gentleness, he raised a hand and caressed my cheek, his touch cold and possessive. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"If you choose to stay with me. I might consider sparing your life. After all, I do have a soft spot for beautiful, fiery things" He murmured.

I scoffed, my eyes narrowing, and turned my head aside, breaking the man’s touch and showing no hint of fear. My jaw clenched with barely contained anger.

The man simply smiled, a slow, chilling curve of his lips that made the air feel heavier. He stepped back, his eyes glinting with twisted amusement.

"You’re one hell of a fiery one. I like it" He mused, almost as if he were enjoying a private joke.

I wanted to smack that man's face brutally right then, but I restrained myself since I had to follow the plan and waited for...Caesar to arrive.