Shadows and Smoke

Chapter 47: I'm the boss

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Anonymous pov

A day before of the Crave Club...

I had enough of his bullshit and telling me all the things I need to do. I am the head of the mafia, even if he likes it or not. He's dead to the whole world, he can't do shit after now.

"I need something from you, son." I turned around to look at him, I didn't even know he was here. When did he get in here?

I didn't even give him a response; I was not on good terms with him lately and he was just pissing me off every day more and more.

He sat on the sofa that we had in the office. "It's time for me to take over the mafia, you are no longer needed." I laughed at that, he was not being serious for fucks sake, right?

"You are dead person to people; what do you mean you will take over?" I spoke, my patience running thin.

"I am, but not anymore. I will organize everything in few days to take over the mafia again, after all those years, I don't need you anymore to play my part. It's time to take my revenge." He was fucking joking, he played with me all of these years, and now he was telling me he wanted to take over? Over my dead fucking body.

"No, you wish. I worked so hard to get the mafia where it is now, after the stud that you pulled. And I was fucking young when I established all of this shit, alone." I spoke, looking directly in his eyes.

I knew he was keeping shit from me for the past few months, something was different with him. He was not telling me everything and I had no fucking idea what the fuck was happening.

"I'm the boss, you will do as I say, I still need you to be the face for few more days, and then I will be able to take it back. You are dismissed." I scoffed; he didn't have to fucking tell me twice.

I left the office and went directly to my room. I called one of my best men and spoke on the phone with a low voice, I can't trust him anymore. "Listen, I need you to find me an ally to go against Boris, he is going to fucking kill me." And with that, I hung up the phone. We didn't need to chat; he will get me my answer.

I opened the door to leave, and Beatrice was standing behind the door with whiskey in her hand. I grabbed her wrist and whispered, "You can't be here,"

She lowered her eyes and spoke in a low voice, "Sorry, sir. I just wanted to bring your drink." I just know that she fucking heard everything we were speaking, and there was no way that I was letting that go. I pulled her wrist and brought her to my room.

"What the fuck did you hear?" I asked, there was no way I was letting her betray me to Boris, I would kill her before she even uttered a word to him. I knew her sudden appearance had something to do with the shit that Boris was going to pull.

"I – I didn't"

"Stop fucking lying to me, tell me what the fuck you heard." I spoke again. I was having enough of this shit. She did not even bat an eye; she wanted to play hard? Fine by me. I pulled out my gun from my waist and put it on her temple. Now, she was looking at me in the eyes. Great.

"I – I heard everything, sir. I can help you." She whispered and pulled me further in my own fucking room and closed the door.

"And why the fuck should I trust you?" I asked her.