I Married The Asshole (new version)

2. Zeke

"We'll be arriving in Denver in 20 minutes, Boss," I nodded at Tony's words and looked out the window and sure enough I could already see the familiar glowing lights of the city below and sighed. Soon enough, the plane began to make its descent and not a moment later did it come to a complete stop. Tony and Caden-my younger brother- quickly stood up and walked towards the doors and stood on each side as I made my way towards the exit.

The doors opened and I was greeted by my men standing on either side of the long carpet that was laid out for our arrival. As soon as they saw me make my way down, they all bowed down, their right hand on their chest

"WELCOME HOME, BOSS!" Then greeted in unison and I nodded as I reached the last step of the jet with Tony and Caden behind me.

"Welcome back Don," my driver greeted upon reaching the car, "and welcome back Master Tony and Master Caden,"

"Thank you, Axel" Tony and Caden replied while I only nodded my head before climbing the back with Caden while Tony climbed the front next to Axel.

"How was your trip to France?" Axel asked as he began to drive toward the den and I looked out the window watching the street lights illuminate the dark road.

"It was fine," Caden replied making Axel look at him through the rearview mirror and nod with a smile

"I'm glad, I'm sure you guys didn't want to come back," he replied stopping at a red light my men on the cars on each side protecting us in case we were to get attacked from my enemies.

"Sure did" I replied sarcastically not looking at him as he returned to driving with Caden elbowing me in the side and I glared at him and he shook his head

"Will it kill you if you were a little more civil?" He whispered low enough for me to hear

"I'm very civil," I replied and he sighed knowing he will never see me be anything but civil.

"You're hopeless" he muttered

"I know,"

Let me introduce myself, my name is Ezekiel Robertson but I prefer to be called Zeke instead. I'm 26 years old. I'm not only the president of Roberts Enterprises but I'm also the head of Denver's biggest mafias, the Ravance family, and son of Royce Robertson and the late Carmela Robertson. As the eldest son, I was bound to take over not just Robertson Enterprises but also become the head of the mafia.

I took over Robertson Enterprises and Ravance at the age of 15 after my father's stupidity killed my mother and unborn brother. I was the one who raised the mafia from the ground up after what my father had done. It's been over 11 years since the day I became the Don of the mafia and I became the president of Robertson Enterprises. 11 years since my mother and brother were killed in cold blood.

My life, though I can't say was rainbows and unicorns nor was it black and white either. I had a normal life, well as normal as one can get for being born into the mafia, with a wonderful mother, demanding father, and a younger brother that followed me around like a lost puppy and another one on the way. I'm was 15 when my life was ruined and I blamed it all on my father. He was the reason why I didn't have a mother and why my unborn brother never had a chance at life. Royce Robertson was the reason my mother and unborn brother were murdered in cold blood and why you may ask?

Well he fucking killed one of our enemies leaders, Carson Sandoval and in retaliation, they cornered my mother and I and beat the living fuck out of me and I could hear my mother begging them to leave her alone and telling them that she was pregnant but nothing she could have said and done was enough, I remember being somewhat lucid when I watched her body falling limp beside me with blood dripping from her stomach. I watched her lifeless eyes stare into nothing with tears drying on her cheeks. I don't remember falling unconscious until I woke up the next day in the infirmary. I still remember what happened that day as if it had happened yesterday not 11 years ago.