Chapter 4: Chapter 4 - I've Missed You Like Crazy
Fredrick's POV:
This past month has been hellish for me…. I’m a fucking pained zombie…. I don’t show it outside, but inside I’m so fucked. Tonight, my baby is coming back from England. She finished her PhD magna cum laude and made the Russian CEO boom on the stock market. The new branch is the rising star these weeks.
I can’t sleep at night, I long after her. I’ve visited her five times this past month to keep my fucking sanity in place. From the shadows, obviously. She doesn’t know about anything yet, but her dad will tell her tonight.
Since that day in her dad’s office, I’ve been with no other woman. I only need and want my baby Mona. And I’m in some flaming raptures in my entire body, heart, soul, and mind.
I can’t wait to have her before me tomorrow morning, have her sign the marriage contract, and take her home…. God…. I’m fucking exploding in my all….
I’ve already bought the wedding rings, ordered for the actual wedding, which is set three months from now, and I’m planning everything for my baby bride since that night in England. She deserves the best. And I’ll give her everything.
This month she only knew her work, coffee shops, and her apartment. She hasn’t gone out to clubs or for fun. But she did have two racing events…. I had my men live stream it to me…. Damn! My heart raced along with her as she’s so fucking lunatic and the car races involve drifting as well…. Yeah…. As her dad said that day in his office, she fucking kills me. And yes, her perfect scores are maintained. She won both races with me almost suffering two heart attacks for her safety. If it wasn’t about my love in there, I would have no problem or feeling as I’m chilled in everything. I’m a fucking Mafia head. But because it’s her? Yeah, my heart was under trials as she used maximum speed, and the stunts she pulls to win are so fucking dangerous, though she does them like it’s a piece of cake. Oh yeah….
I can’t wait for tomorrow morning to come faster. I’m at home, in my gigantic mansion, checking if everything is in place. I’ve ordered clothes and everything for my baby and a second dressing room as wide as mine in my bedroom which is now going to be our bedroom. I have everything she likes and loves purchased and ready for her to use.
I have my men watch over her and I already tapped Gill’s house to hear and see what’s going to happen tonight when my baby will be informed over everything. I know she won’t take it well. And…I’m concerned about her health. She has some problems since the accident. Dizziness, and she has passed out three times this past month. I’m going crazy because of this and told my father-in-law to have her informed earlier about the marriage contract and all, but because he doesn’t know what happened to her as she hasn’t told him, he pleaded to let her finish her studies there and when she comes home, then he’ll do it as first plan.
It’s nine in the evening and I’m in my office in my house, with my laptop in front of me, whisky with ice at hand, waiting for my baby to step inside her dad’s house and for him to tell her about the companies, me, and what happens tomorrow morning.
Her dad has sent his limo to pick her up from the airport. He’s a fucking mess in his all for this past month. I know I’m partially guilty for that, but it’s not like I’m the one creating all the debts. I’m guilty for the other part, that of forcing things out to acquire my baby Mona. But I don’t regret anything. She’s the one and only for me. I’m the kind of guy who never delays in taking what’s his. I’m like this in all areas of my life.
He knows I’m blocking the other creditors from taking action against him. I’m doing it, but not through blocking them, but through becoming the sole creditor as you guys already know. I could have blocked them, but my intentions aren’t to delay him paying me back anymore. It’s to have my baby and to solve everything for him as his son-in-law as I should. 200 million for me? It’s small change. Nothing is more precious than Mona for me. Yeah, she’s priceless to me.
I lay back on my chair and have a taste of whisky as baby Mona has just entered the house with their staff welcoming her and taking her luggage. Yes, I have audio-video streaming from there. I’m the motherfucker I am, and I have the means to do this.
No, my father-in-law has no clue about this. I’ve also kept an eye on him this past month as he’s in a bad state of mind because of everything, not only because of me, and I need to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid to himself under the pressure. He’s not a weak guy, but you never know what a dark mind can decide at a breaking point. He’s my family now and I must prevent bad things from happening to him. My baby is already without a mother since forever. I don’t want her to have a hit with her dad as well.
She’s with a tired expression, but when one of the staff tells her that her dad is in the living room, waiting for her, she undergoes a shiny grimace and she’s all smiley, strolling there with a bit of hurried steps. “Daddy! I’m home!” My baby…. I’m smiling at her, having another taste of whisky, thinking of tomorrow morning and how she’ll become mine. I’m in lava in my all and at my limit from staying apart from her…. My heart is rioting, and my brain is a volcano as my other brain…. Oh yeah….
He’s drinking whisky as well, splashed on one of the armchairs, staring down, but when he hears her sweet voice, happy like a child coming back home to her daddy, he stands up smiling, places the glass on the coffee table, and meets her halfway in a big hug. “My baby is finally home….” Can’t wait to do that tomorrow with my baby as well…. “Let me see you.” He’s cupping her face and kisses her forehead.
“I’m fine, dad! No mark on me. What’s the matter, dad? You…don’t look that well….” She backs off her head, holding his right wrist with her hand while he’s cupping her face and has a guilty stare in his eyes. Yeah, well…. He’s not well….
“Take a seat, baby. I have not very good news to give to you….” He drops his hands from her face and takes a seat on the sofa.
She owns a puzzled stare at him, blinking, placing her purse on one of the armchairs, standing before him, across the coffee table. She doesn’t want to take a seat. “Not very good news? What is it? Is it a health problem, daddy? We’ll go to hospital tomorrow. I told you to keep a check on you! You lied, dad!” He shakes his head and stops her speaking.
“It’s not that, baby. It’s worse.”
Her brows go up and her eyes widen. “Worse? What could be worse? Dad? Don’t freak me out. If it’s not health related, nothing can be worse. Whatever it is, we can work it out. I’m back home and you’re not alone anymore. Just tell me.” He’s delaying, avoiding her stare. He’s ashamed for what he’s about to say and can’t face her. “I’ll solve it, daddy. You know you can rely on me.” Well, he will rely on you, but not the way you think…. Her eyes become a killer to whoever upset her dad to be like that…. Ha-ha! My baby Mona….
“Don’t unpack your bags, baby. Tomorrow you need to marry because of some disturbing problems in the companies.” Oh, shit…. The impact she has on her face is like a truck has hit her in full speed. Baby? Calm down…. Please…. Don’t you pass out…. My heart is in some rabid beats, and I experience like punches in it because I’m afraid her health won’t take it well…. I tense up and study her. I already have Randy with doctors and an ambulance nearby their house for intervention if something happens. I do hope it won’t be needed.
“What did you…. Dad? I’m sorry to ask this, but are you drunk by chance? I prefer you being drunk and hallucinating than what you just said being true.”
“I wish I was drunk, and all this be just a bad dream, baby. But it’s not the case.” He tilts his eyes at her to send her his truth. She’s jaw dropped and getting paler than before, breathing with difficulty, killing my heart.
“What do you mean? What happened? What’s with the companies? What do you mean I need to marry tomorrow, dad?! The companies are fine! What could have possibly happened to have you like this and tell me that, dad?! I’m a fucking ace, making other companies kick ass on the market, and you tell me our own companies are a fucking mess?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME, DAD?! SINCE WHEN IS ALL THIS HAPPENING?!”
He snaps as well. “I THOUGHT I HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL, MONA! I’M YOUR FATHER! I WOULD NEVER BURDEN YOU WITH PROBLEMS I SHOULD RESOLVE! IT’S MY DUTY! NOT TO HAVE MY DAUGHTER SOLVE THEM!” Yeah, he’s a man with pride and values.
I know him. He’s like my dad and me. We would never surrender and let things get solved by the women in the family. Women and daughters must be protected, loved, and bathed in everything on the positive side. But he’s now facing the situation with me, and it eats him alive to do this to her. He knows I’m Mafia, and though I haven’t threatened him with death and all, he understands scenarios of how things would go if he doesn’t play accordingly with me. I would never do that to my father-in-law as I have the ways to get my baby as you guys know. But he doesn’t know that, so he’s afraid of my retaliation on them aside from the investment.
He continues in a calmer tone, looking aside, with a labored breathing. She’s frowning in surprise, not understanding the core of the problems, more like rejecting the possibilities.
“You know my long-time business partner, Alessandro Shawn.” He’s grabbing the whisky bottle and glass and pours himself a shot, gulping it all.
“Yes.” She’s taking a calm attitude as well, ready to listen.
“For the last three years, I’ve switched from him to his son. Things went wrong and he’s now claiming you to marry him with no way out. Which you need to do it tomorrow morning, baby. I tried everything and I can’t do anything to prevent this…. This is what is happening with me and even alcohol doesn’t make reality change….” He can’t look her in the eyes, clenching his jaw, ragged in his all.
She has a moment of utter silence, heaving, with fire in her eyes at him. “I don’t want to do this, dad! What do you mean I need to marry that Mafia?! Why?!” Because the Mafia wants his baby. I love you, not playing the bad guy.
He explains to her, and she continues, going crazy in her all, dead against marrying me. Oh, baby…. No matter what you may think of me, you’re sealed to me. “Why didn’t you tell me, dad? And how in hell have you two reached to this kind of settlement? To marry him for our debts? That’s crazy, dad! I don’t even know him! I just know his fucking name, that he’s a billionaire businessman, and that he’s a mafia head, one of the biggest out there! And you want me to marry someone like that?!” Kind of like that, baby. It was strange even for me to do this, but it happened. I’ll never give up on my love and you will marry me tomorrow. I’ll take everything you’ll ever throw at me because of how I proceeded with this, and I’ll do it with all my love for you. You’ll love me. I know you will. Eventually. Once you’ll calm down and see me for me, you will fall in love with me as I am with you. I have no concern on that.
She’s with a bit or more of disgust referring to me being a mafia as she knows some of my dad. But we’re not the bad kind of mafia. We are cruel and cold, but not for doing shit. And that cruel and cold is never with our loved ones or family as in wife, parents, parents-in-law, brothers or sisters, children. And yes, with women and children in general we never act as a bad mafia. We do rule ourselves on a code of honor, ethics and morals, and being righteous.
To tell you something somehow funny related to this, my dad, at some levels, did the same with my mom. I never thought of it as they love each other like crazy, but I know their love story and how it began. However, it seems that I have same fate as dad to fall in love like I did and use some unholy ways of undertaking my baby to become my wife. If you were to tell me this would happen to me as well, or to ever fall in love the way I did, I would have fucking beat the shit out of you for the audacity you had to even imagine such a thing for me to act. But here I am, doing all this, not being sorry for anything, just concerned for my baby’s state of mind and health until she’ll finally be with me and get to know me.
Dad-in-law gives her the entire explanation about the companies and my person. She’s the least swayed about me and the idea of marrying me, but after she intently looks at him and has the clarity things indeed have no other options, she grabs his glass of whisky, drinks it in one shot, slams the glass on the table, takes a deep breath and releases it, shuts her eyes while doing it, contracting her jawline at twitching point with her dad studying her with a pained glare, and when she opens her eyes….
“Alright, dad. Calm down. I’ll sign it. I’ll fuck him till his fucking grave in blood. But I’ll sign it. You know your daughter and I can’t change myself. He’ll never have me other than on papers. We’re doing business and nothing else. He better be prepared to what he really claimed on me and what he invoked through this. He doesn’t fucking know me…. I’m going to my room. And don’t blame yourself with this, dad. I know you did all that stood in your powers to prevent this. I said I’m here now and will deal with whatever. I’ll do it. I’ll fucking sign it….” She turns around, grabs her purse, and walks out, leaving Gill crumbling in pain and sorrow, but keeping himself silent.
Oh yeah, baby…. You’ll so fuck me…. Not only on papers. I’m not doing business with you, love. But I understand your reaction. I’m fully prepared to kiss you, have you in the safety of my arms, and love the hell out of you…. Can’t wait for this night to pass faster and our meeting tomorrow to finally have us face to face…. I’m sure I won’t be able to control all the way and I will greet you with a wild kissing…. I’ve missed you like crazy and I need my tortures to end…. My love….
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received Weekly Power Status
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