S7VEN (La Familia Kingpin Series #1)

4. The Ambassador

MATURE CONTENT: Don't be stubborn. If you're still a Bibi, please don't read this part.

SEVEN

"YOW, HERMANO!"

"What is it?" I asked idly to my younger brother who invited himself to my office.

Kahit kailan talaga 'di ito marunong kumatok. The fool even took the liberty to eat the turkey sandwich my secretary had ordered for me earlier.

"Give me a ride."

I shoot him daggers. What the?! Siraulo talaga to.

"Anong palagay mo sa 'kin, grab? Uber!? I'm not your chauffeur, Onze. Go and find Shamie. Doon ka mang bwiset, wag sa'kin," pagtataboy ko dito.

I waved my free hand while my gaze was fixed on the report I was studying. It's a merger proposal that requires scrutiny and Onze's presence isn't helping me now. The board needs my decision today before we add the casino to our umbrella.

Palugi na ang nasabing casino, but I can see some potential in it, so I told our acquisition department that I want to give it a shot. I'll test the waters and see if the odds will favor us. I trust my guts on this one. I know that it'll be a win-win situation for us and the owner. I'm shrewd and opportunistic.

Kapag may nakita akong isang bagay na alam kong kikita kami ng malaki, walang pag aalinlangang sinusunggaban ko iyon. And all my decisions for the past years brought billions of pesos in our family. I have the Midas touch that's what my father's said but for me, I'm just greedy. It's my forte, aside from killing people who irritate me just like the one who's shamelessly gnawing my food. Unmindful of my thoughts and busy schedule.

Nakita kong patutoy lang sa pag nguya ang bunso namin sa harapan ko. Gusto kong bigwasan sa lalamunan nang matauhan.

Onze was the youngest of us. He's around the age of my wife, I think. I'm not really sure. However there's one thing that I'm certain about this hellion, he knows every fucking app in the planet. And every nook and cranny of the dark web.

Onze's the great magician, a wizard as what he named himself, who wore his black hat like it's his crown.

"Pff. Are you kidding me?" Onze chided.

I decided to spare him a glance. Kung kanina nag dadalawang isip pa ko sa balak kong pag bigwas sa kanya, ngayon buo na ang pasya ko. He's wearing his awful sneakers into my office.

"I'm serious and you'll be dead within the next 5 minutes kapag hindi ka pa umalis sa opisina ko, Onze. And for the love of God, wear something nice. Get your fucking shoes off my table. NOW!"

"What? This is nice, Siete."

"Nice? You call that nice?" matalim ang matang pinasdahan ko ang ayos nito."Talo mo pa ang miyembro ng isang pipitsuging banda d'yan sa suot mo," I snarled and eyed the tattered jeans, black t-shirt, and his well-worn sneakers. Isama po natin ang kulot nitong buhok na 'di pa masyadong kilala ang suklay. And he had the audacity to call his looks nice. Fuck me.

"Papa will go ballistic dahil sa ayos mo."

"This is fashion, Kuya," Onze's carefree answer irks me.

I glowered at him. Kailan ba nito maiintindihan na sa klase ng estado na mayroon kami, dapat ay lagi kaming presentable. Maliit pa lang ako'y isinaksak na sa kukote ko ng magaling kong ama na kahit anong mangyari, umulan man o magka delibyo, we must wear suit.

Be it facing our worst enemy or conquering the world, a suit is a must. But my younger brother seemed to forget that cardinal rule.

"Hindi naman ako sinermunan ni Papa, so keep your cool. Okay? Besides, I can't wear those Armani. Nangangati ako. Mas masarap gumalaw sa jeans at shirts ko."