Chapter 8: CHAPTER 08

Scott

After talking to Lara, I went to the basement, where the men who tried to assassinate me a month ago were locked up. But I'm thankful to them too. Because of them, I finally found my wife.

James opened the basement door and headed down the stairs, and I followed him. He unlocked one of the metal doors and pushed it open.

In the middle of the room, the three were tied to a chair, looked weak and beaten. I moved in front of the men, which caught their attention instantly. They looked at me with fear visible in their eyes.

"We only talk to our clients on the phone. We didn't meet them in person, and they paid online. We don't know who hired us." One of them said without me asking.

"Do you have the number of the caller?" I asked calmly.

"No, sir, no numbers appeared when he called."

"You know who I am?"

"Yes, sir, Scott Miller."

"Wrong, I'm Blade." I smiled and shot them one by one. They don't have any information I need, and it's just a waste of time keeping them here.

"Asked someone to clean this," I told James and returned upstairs. I went to my room, took a bath to clean the blood, and after that, got dressed.

"Mark, prepare the car and some of our men. Let's visit some of the clubs and bars. Let's leave around seven in the evening.

"Yes! Boss." He replied and quickly left. I settled on the couch in the living room and dialed Aron's number.

"Hello, Boss." He picked up after two rings.

"How's the thing going about that girl named Cherry Lee?"

"Boss, I haven't seen her leave her dorm since yesterday, and Homer, I haven't spotted him either.

"Why don't you pay a visit to Miss Lee's dorm? I cannot wait any longer. I want you to get that girl and Homer fast. Lara will be in danger if we cannot get them. Go to her Dorm tonight. I want you to bring either of them to me tomorrow."

"Okay, Boss." He replied, and I quickly hung up.

***

At precisely seven in the evening, we drove off to the first club owned by the mafia. I wore a hoodie to cover my face later. I don't want my men to know that I am coming. I want to observe how the business is going.

After fifteen minutes, we arrived at the club. James and Mark exited the car, and the men with us promptly spread out. There's a long queue outside, primarily teenagers, but I firmly warned my men not to let anyone in below eighteen.

We went into the back entrance, where the guards quickly opened the door when they recognized James and Mark, bowing their heads.

We made our way to the bar and ordered our drinks. The bartender quickly made our drink when he saw James and Mark and handed it to us.

"Boss, here's your drink," he said, looking scared.

"Thanks," James said. I wondered why our men were scared of him, as well as Mark. They are both so quiet and polite to everyone. And if you don't know that they are part of the mafia, you might think they are very kind people who will help you if needed. Maybe their aura smells dangerous to our men. I chuckled at that thought.

They both settled beside me and sipped their drinks with their eyes roaming around. These two are the best of my men. A little danger around us, they instantly feel it, and I feel at ease and let my guard down a little bit when I'm with them.

I roamed my eyes, watching for anything the staff was doing against the rules. The club was packed. The business is doing well, and there's no commotion.

"Let's head out. Let's go to the next place." I said, standing and making my way to the exit.

We went to the next club, and the same as the previous one, it was doing well. The third club was rowdy. You can smell the drugs in the air, and on the stage in the middle, there's a stripper dancing, with men shouting at the side and throwing money at them.

"Who manages this club?" I asked James as we made our way to the bar. A girl not older than eighteen quickly came to us, running her hands to James' chest, but he quickly caught it and threw her a death glare.

"Leave! The man behind us told the girl, who quickly scampered away.

"Boss!" The man bowed to James and Mark. I know him. He's the leader of one of the small gangs that were under Brent

"Why did you employ an underage person here?" James asked. "Our rules told everyone that you cannot employ anyone below twenty years old."

"Boss, that girl is twenty."

"You think I'm blind? Follow the rules if you don't want to find your gang back on the street," James warned.

"Yes, Boss."

"And bring that girl back here."

"Yes, Boss." I just listened to their conversation while roaming my eyes around. It seems like every woman working here is underage, and yes, they are smiling, but it looks forced.

After a few minutes, the man came back with the girl. I looked at her closely. She was smiling, but her hand was trembling beside her.

"Leave us," James told the man, ``I don't know the name. The only thing I recognized was his face and his position in the organization. Usually, that's the only thing I remember about our members. I don't need to remember their name, status, and work is more important. I saw the warning looks he gave to the girl before he left.

"Sit down," James told the girl, and she quickly sat on the chair Mark pulled for her in front of us.

"Are you scared of your boss or me?" James asked, and the girl's eyes quickly darted to where the man went, and I saw him talking to someone, but he glanced at us occasionally.

"So I guess you're scared of your boss? Am I right?" She smiled, but forced, then wrote something on her lap using her finger.

"Yes!" She wrote.

"What time does your shift end?"

"One o'clock, sir."

"I'll wait for you outside. After your shift ends, a man will come to get you. He will pretend to be a customer. Go with him."

"What are you, sir? Are you a policeman?"

"No! Just follow what I told you. It's for your sake." She nodded her head nervously.

"But I cannot leave without a guard." She murmured.

"I'll deal with it. You can go back to work now." She hesitantly stood up and resumed her work. I signaled to James that it was time to leave and quickly stood up. I made my way to the exit, and James and Mark followed me.

"Tell one of our men to bring the girl here now," I ordered as soon as they closed the car's door.

"Yes, Boss," Mark answered and made a call. After not more than ten minutes, one of our men rushed to us. James quickly rolled the window down.

"What happened?"

"Boss, the girl was found dead inside the comfort room."

"What? Wow, we just left for a few minutes?" I asked, surprised.

"She was overdosed on by a drug boss. She just died because her body is still warm, but it doesn't have a heartbeat."

"That bastard. Mark investigates him. I think he's doing human trafficking. If you find my guess is correct, wipe out his gang." I ordered.

"Yes, Boss."

"And put two of our men in every club. We have to monitor them, as well as this bar. We only sell drugs and guns, but no human trafficking is involved. Every bar and club doing it wiped up whoever was running it."

"Okay, Boss."

"Tell our men to go home. Let's go to Grandpa." I said and closed my eyes. All these things that were happening in the organization, I'm sure there was a strong force behind it and wanted to destroy it.

I opened my eyes when the car stopped. We were now in front of Grandpa's mansion, and the guard at the gate had been checking the car. After that, they knocked on the window to see who was inside. James rolled it down, and the guard quickly bowed his head and opened the gate.

We drove for another fifteen minutes before the car stopped in the garage, and Grandpa was already standing at the front door smiling. I stepped out of the car and walked to him, with James and Mark following me.

"Grandpa." He smiled and hugged me. He patted James and Mark back and led us in. He led us into his office, then locked the door behind us.

"You also remembered to visit your old man. Earlier, Lara also remembered to call me." He said, smiling, and settled on the two sitters' couch. I settled beside him while James and Mark occupied the two single sitters.

"I just passed by. We went to visit the clubs, and I found out one of the clubs that was under Brent was breaking the rules. I think they are doing human trafficking behind our backs. And they employed women under the age bracket."

"I think you should think more about Corpuz. I think he's planning something big. I found out he's building an army. He's recruiting small gangs around." I balled my fist beside me.

"Grandpa, let everyone on standby and make sure we have enough weapons, Spread our men who are not known to the mafia, and make sure there's always an eye following on every move of Corpuz and Brent."

"I did already, and they haven't seen any doubtful movement from them, but they will keep an eye on them."

"Okay, and you, always be a careful grandpa. We don't know what they are planning. Until then, you should be extra careful."

"I will. You too." I nodded my head, leaning my back on the couch's backrest.

"How's Lara doing?" I smiled at the mention of her name. "The way you smile, I guess the thing between you two is doing well.

"I guess." I smiled, remembering the kiss that we shared. Unconsciously, I touched my lips, and everything faded away, and I was back in the car on the side of the road with Lara on my lap. My smile widens as I plant a kiss on the crown of her head, then her forehead, both her eyes, nose, both cheeks, and end on her lips, and stay there a bit longer.

"I missed her already. I want her in my arms again. I like the feeling of my arms around her soft body. She's so soft and smells nice. I love her scent. She smells like a mixture of lavender and Sakura flower that has just bloomed. She has a captivating smile and eyes that make me weak in the knees whenever she looks and smiles at me. I love that girl. I love her so much. I confirm it now.

"Scottttttt!!!!! I quickly stood up, startled, when a smack landed on my head.

"What the hell, Grandpa," I screamed while James and Mark were covering their mouths to stop themselves from laughing but miserably failed. I quickly pulled out my gun, but Grandpa quickly held my hand.

"They're laughing at me." I snarled, looking at James and Mark, who quickly cowered away, but Grandpa just pulled me back down on the couch, chuckling.

"What's so funny? I'm not trying to have fun here. I want to murder those two morons who thought it was okay to laugh at me." I sat in anger, but it only made Grandpa laugh harder.

"What?" I asked with annoyance.

"Ah!! I hadn't laughed this loud for a long time. Thanks to you, son. God, living with a mafia my whole life, I could count how many times I laughed." He said, chuckling. Only he could do that to me. He's the only exception and, of course, my beloved wife, but these two morons here only grab the chance to laugh at me while we are in front of Grandpa because they know too well that he's here to stop me from murdering them.

"You're spacing out. I could almost see the heart shape in your dreamy eyes, and your smile is so wide that it reaches your ears." He said, chuckling.

"You're exaggerating."

"I am not. You're sporting the looks of a lovesick puppy." I groaned.

"Have you seen the face of a lovesick puppy already to compare it to me?" I snarled. I hissed when he just laughed and patted my back.

"Don't be embarrassed. I went through with it. When you find the girl you truly love, you'll start to act like a crazy person because you'll just suddenly laugh, chuckle, or smile every time you remember a funny thing she did or you both did. It is the best feeling ever to have, and I am so happy that, despite living my life in the mafia, I have found a woman who truly loves me, regardless of who I am, and gives me my precious son, but sadly they both left ahead of me. But I'm still thankful because I have a granddaughter, and I love her so much. If only I could give her the life she wished for, I already did."

"What kind of life does she want?" I asked.

"She wants to be a normal citizen, away from the mafia. She doesn't want to be part of the Mafia. She doesn't want to live in fear every day. She wants to be a normal teenager, without fears and worries, who doesn't always watch her back and jumps at every sound she hears. But how could I give it to her? The mafia owned Lara's life since birth, and she could only leave once she was dead." I balled my fist beside me.

Now, what? Now I know that there's another reason she hid from me. She doesn't want the life that I have. What should I do now? Like Grandpa, I couldn't give her the life that she wanted. I looked at Grandpa sadly, and he patted my back again.

"You want to know the reason why she called me? She wanted to make the marriage contracts null."

"What, hell no!!" I screamed, standing.

"Well, you calm down." Grandpa glared at me." I took a deep breath and returned to my seat.

"She asked me to set up a meeting with you. She wanted to talk to you. She said that she would give you full control of the organization. She won't force her claim to be a successor."

"To hell with that organization. That organization has ruined many lives already, and I don't care if it turns to ashes.

"Shhhh!!!! Lower your voice. Someone might hear." Grandpa scolded me. I took another deep breath, calming myself.

"I won't let her nullify our marriage. I love Lara, Grandpa. If she wants to be away from the mafia, I will do with all my power to try and give it to her. She stays with me. Please, Grandpa. I love her. I love Lara."

"Scott, Lara wants to nullify your marriage contracts because she said she already loved someone, and she wanted to be with him."

"What? No, it can't be. We were okay a few days back. Yes, I didn't tell her I loved her, but I told her I liked her. Grandpa, no, I can't. Please help me. I love her grandpa." I was now kneeling in front of him, eyes brimming with tears, but I winced, and the tears that I was holding rolled down my face when he smacked my head hard. I no longer care if I look so vulnerable, begging on bended knees. I can't lose Lara. I love her so much. Even though we have only been together for over a month, I know I love her.

The first time I laid my eyes on her. I felt this feeling that was pulling me towards her, even though I didn't know that she was my wife at that time.

"Wow, I can't believe this. Blade is on his knees in front of me, crying. The two capos would pay a million to witness this." He chuckled.

"Grandpa, this is not funny at all." I glared at him, wiping my tears.

"Oh, sorry, my bad." I hissed at him. He said sorry, but he didn't mean it at all. All I could see was his eyes sparkling, holding his laugh.

"Want to know the name of the lucky man who owned my granddaughter's heart?" He asked, smirking. I smirked returned because once I knew the man's name, I'd hunt him down and kill him myself.

"Don't tell him, sir, or that man will die," James warned. I know he knows what I'm thinking, and I wondered how he did it. Sometimes I think he must be a mind reader because he always knows what I'm thinking. But Grandpa just shrugged his shoulders. I smiled at that. As soon as that man's name leaves his lips, I will quickly hunt him and make sure Lara will never see even a single strand of his hair, and that man will be forgotten without any trace.

"Scott Miller, the owner of Miller Corporation. All my evil thoughts instantly cease, and I stay rooted where I am, looking at Grandpa with my eyes wide open, as well as my mouth. My heart is pounding so hard that I'm scared they will hear it. Lara, she loves me.

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