Entangled With The Mafia Lord

“Whoever these people are sure left more than enough proof that they were here tonight and that they meant business.” Tristan stated while staring at the stairs leading upstairs. I followed his trail and shook my head in defeat when I noticed blood dripping off a particular spot from the floor upstairs all the way downstairs through the spaces in the banisters.

“Boss, they left a letter.” Lucas called my attention and I turned towards where he was pointing at. It turns out the people left a letter on the window beside where the man who I didn’t even know what his name was laid. I plucked it out and rolled it open, it says.

Hey,

Give us what we want [the real diamond & your sister] then we’d leave y’all alone, until then- watch your every step.

Æręñá’~

The fuck?Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I crumpled the paper in my grip in a crushing grip while glaring at my hands until Tristan nudged me a little and requested for the letter.

“What the fuck? Holy hell.” He exclaimed before locking eyes with mine.

So many questions were flowing in my head and I could see those questions in his eyes as well but sadly the answers to those questions were nowhere around us.

I ordered the guards to spread out and check out how many people were killed and if there was any other letter.

After a few minutes, three more dead bodies of my guards were confirmed and a letter which was handed to me by Lucas.

I stared at it for a moment before unfolding it.

This one was direct and confusing.

The most prized possession should be the most guarded, you have until three days before I come in and take what’s mine forcefully.

Your choice, Mr Dickson.

Æręñá’~

What the hell does this even mean? I asked myself before scowling and launching the crumpled paper across the room.

“What does it say?” Tristan asked and I told him what it contained immediately.

“Are those people really serious right now? I think they were referring to Nicole, I think. God, the thought of some sick fuck being obsessed with my baby sister is making me seriously sick.” Tristan informed me just as a small retching escaped his lips.

“You guys clean the bodies up, I’ll call the cleaning team to come clear out the bodies.” I said the last part to Lucas before stepping back out the doorway with Tristan a step before me. Our footprints showed uglily in bright red as we kept taking each step until we were completely off the stairs. Tristan followed my wary gaze and grimaced on seeing how our footprints showed all the way to where we were currently standing.

“This is fucked up, man.” Tristan mumbled under his breath before heading towards the car he drove here while I went along with him until we were standing outside the car.

“Where to?” Tristan asked but I only shrugged in reply, I’m as blank as you are, fam.

“We could go to one of our hotels?” Tristan suggested. I rolled the idea in my mind that it was way riskier than staying in our private house since I’m a hundred percent sure that everyone who’s after us at this point knows about all our riches and all our properties.

“I’m not sure, Tris. That’s really risky.” I replied while running my fingers through my hair.

God, what I’d do to have a long night’s sleep knowing that my family was complete at the moment…

Oh, and for food, I need food- lots of food. My stomach rumbled at the thought of food but I ignored it as I racked my brain, thinking about where I’d house my family that won’t have a bomb already implanted in it and won’t have a sniper waiting for us to stand before one of the windows before taking a straight shot at our necks.

“What about Xavier? He can give us the keys to his penthouse for a few days, right?” Tristan suddenly said out of nowhere.

Xavier and I went back to high school and there was a time I saved his life in a hotel one evening and he told us to come to him each time we needed his help and he’d grant it to us if it’s in his power. Xavier wasn’t in the underground business through his parents, he got in himself and has made a name for himself in the dark by selling drugs amongst other things.

None of us were saints but at least we don’t deal with most illegals things, only a few which we have no choice to still keep doing to prove to our enemies that we weren’t scared of them- what’s the point of resigning from the business when I know very well that people don’t just resign from the business without taking life changing decisions and leaving everything materialistic behind to cut off all traces that might link you to your former life mistakenly.

I guess we could give him a call.