Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

“Hmm… You can see that I came alone,” he forced out a smile that barely made it over his face as I shot him a deadly glare, “Straight to business,” my voice was cold and dreadful to hear.

He cleared his throat several times, struggling to compose himself, “I have finally accepted your business deal.”

“Huh,” my eyebrow cocked up, I smirked and took a sip from my drink.

There’s this tension, this dark aura, and I notice how restless he suddenly seemed. This was the exact man who was neck-bent in not cooperating with us years back… A loyal client of my adversary. But just like the saying goes, “Damien Albrecht always gets whatever he wants no matter the situation.” Now, this very wealthy man looks like a chaff in front of me.

“Me and my team will invest in the business,” a smile spread across my lips at his words, but I ignored him and pretended that I didn’t hear him.

I lifted my hands by the side, giving a small clap and Eros walked up toward us with a file in his hands. He gave me the file which I passed over to Kenzo with a red pen placed on top of the document.

“What’s this?” He scowled, staring between me, Eros, and others in a dazed state.

“Sign……that is a contract,” Pasito’s cold voice rasped amidst the booming music sending chills over the place. I smiled and relaxed back in my chair while still sipping my drink as I watched him stretch out his shaky hand forward and pick up the pen.

From the side corner of my eyes, I watched him flip through the contents written down on the contract, his eyes widened at every statement that he read. He raised his head to look at me before refocusing his attention back on the document in front of him.

“It seems that everything makes sense to you,” without looking at him and focusing my gaze on the glass of liquor whirling in my hands, I said those words in a perfunctory manner.

“But this is unfair……….”

“Don’t waste my time, Kenzo Jones…… sign those papers,” an indistinct frown settled between my brows, and without saying much, I asked in a deep voice, “Has everything been settled?”

He gulped, “Yes…..” He nodded and slowly with trembling hands signed the contract before passing the contract back to me but I instantly stopped him with a slight flick of my index finger in the air. I pointed toward Eros, who stepped forward and took the signed contract.

“Thank you for giving me such an opportunity to partner with you,”

My eyes trailed up to look at the owner of the voice, I was supposed to be the one thanking him right? Because I was the one who needed his service, I smirked and brought down the glass on the table. A malicious grin made it to my lips, giving me the look of a demon yet captivating.

“Kenzo Jones,” I tapped my index finger twice on the table with my other hand rubbing my jaw thoughtfully.

“We will give you no reason to regret partnering with us,” he blurted out, stammering at the end.

“I don’t regret, Kenzo Jones,” I snapped my head at him, my dreadful calm voice rasping through the booming music in the club, “Rather is the other way round,” he gulped and uncomfortably gulped down the liquor in his glass at my words.

“The red ink in the pen will be the color of your blood if you ever misbehave,” I gave him a small cold smile which was enough to clench the bones, my eyes held a severe warning on them.

“I…… no I mean,”

He didn’t get to complete his words before I snapped, “Leave,” the single syllables were barked out without any trace of emotion.

“Huh….” He gasped, and Pasito stepped forward and tapped his shoulder, “Your time is up…… get out,”

Looking at the stern faces of Eros, Pasito, and the guards behind us, he suddenly bobbed his head like an obedient puppet and scrambled out of the bar leaving the glass of his liquor there.

Eros signed as he took a seat beside me, Pasito was by the other side and I was sitting in their middle. “Are you sure that you still need him?” He asked.

“Doing this to get to Alexander Smith, right?” Pasito took a sip from his drink.

My grip tightened around the glass tumbler, anger gradually seeping in as memories flashed through my mind. The old wounds reopened again, he stripped everything from me……. The first woman that I have ever loved was snatched away from me in fact they both played me taking me as a fool. My ego was dampened that day she cheated and ran to my enemy, Alexander Smith. Huh…….. Zuri, though she was dead but just like the meaning of her name beautiful, the amazing memories that we had were yet to be fed away and I have sworn to see Alexander crumble and feast on by the rodents.

Just then the blurry image and scent of the woman that I slept with in the DDW hotel trickled back into my mind, I tightened my grip in anger. I spit harshly murmuring to myself, “What is wrong with me, I have never fancied anybody that I had slept with?” She smelt like a strawberry……. Fuck it!!!

“Hey, bro!” Eros gave my shoulder a slight bump, and that’s when I noticed that a cracking line had formed in the glass tumbler on my hand. I signed and furiously smashed the glass against the wall drawing everyone’s attention but I ignored them and mumbled to myself, “I think I need to get laid,”

“You’re married, you should be going home,” Pasito teased, “The marriage is because of the company…… that woman is a slut, if not for the benefit at hand I won’t be getting married to her,” I said through clenched teeth, sending a severe warning in his direction.

Eros chuckled and sipped his drink, I glared at both, “Fuck off,” I said and motioned for the brunette girl from earlier to step forward.

Turning to one of my guards, I instructed in an authoritative and intimidating voice, “Bring her to room 709,”

Standing on my feet, I walked out of the club toward my VIP room leaving Eros and Pasito alone there. I need to get that woman off my mind…….. Fuck it! What are you doing to me, strawberry?

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