OBSESSION

BETRAYAL

PRESENT

Grayson

lifting my hands hushed down the entire room of men in suits. All eyes were on me now as they stared directly into my soul. All greedy for attention and approval of me

"Tell me this," I looked straight ahead with the blackness of my eyes making everyone's heads bow down "How does someone dare to come to my land, and threaten my men?" I clenched my jaw in anger as no one looked above to answer my question

I viciously slammed the drink in my hand against the table making every head turn as a deafening thump had seized their attention more than to answer the man they owned.

A male with mariner-blue eyes and a roman nose with frightened expressions on his face came ahead to me, rummaging his hand in his front pocket and handing me a napkin to which I looked at with an utterly perplexed face

"Sir your hand, it's bleeding" he reached his hand out to give me the napkin but I pushed it away "How is my blood of more value to you than the blood of those men who do your bidding?!" I raised my voice and glanced at my hand as it gushed out fresh bright red blood. "ANSWER MY QUESTION" I was angered as the terrified man took a few steps back along with the rest of the room.

The silence was deafening

I shook my head as no one raised their voice "absolutely pathetic," and stood up from the chair," and you men dare to call yourself my men"

"Grayson we had no idea," A Brad Pitt look-alike with a dark, bristly mustache opened his mouth and raised his head to look at me straight in the eyes-, "If we had known that Marco would do this without our knowledge then you know one word from us out on the street and they would've begged to ask us to have them slit his throat first"

A smile played on my lips as I pushed myself up from the oak wood chair, leaning over the matching table set and placing my hands on them as everyone gulped down and looked at each other with concerned faces but out of all the 14 men ahead of me, only one seemed to be anonymous of my domination and influence as he sat leaning back calmly as if excused from this situation; Damien Richer

"Tsk tsk tsk. Finally, a man amongst you guys had the guts to speak up but considering most of you begged me to get the positions where you are at right now don't you think you should be doing your work a little better?" Turning my gaze to the sweaty and wrinkled foreheads, my eyes sat upon one of them Mr.Nathan

He was an old-aged American guy, around in his 50-the 60s, who had a hold of the entire armory business in a few states in his country. Although few, his underground business was masked well hence why a reliable source providing favorable benefit to my men in the country and if needed we had them imported as well

However, in the past few years, his business was held under the radar by the FBI and other agencies and he needed a quick out of it otherwise he would've been revealed and afraid that his daughter will get to know about his haram money, he came to me and asked me for a favor

Now the thing about being the head of the mafia and asking for a favor is that once it's time to give back with loyalty, you either do as you were told or are willing to serve your head on a platter
And for now, his head is still intact

"Mr. Nathan," I pursed my mouth in a self-satisfied smirk," I assume since you're the oldest and most loyal to us, you may have something on your mind to say right?"

"See Grayson the thing about having secrets is that everyone wants to discover them with every way possible in their hands, whether it is betrayal or-," his droopy eyes set upon mine "you know what I'm trying to say" I nodded as I brought my hands to myself and crossed them on my chest, holding my position still