Mafia’s Obsession

Times have changed, horribly wrong. Today underworld is no more a secret, but a well known terrifying rock. Mafia has taken over the government, running it according to their whims and fantasies. The head of Mafia resided in United States and the man ruling it, is considered the most feared in the world. He is of age and ready to retire from the cruel world. This seemed to be the reason of joy for many. He wasn't called one of the most ruthless leader for nothing. Peter Knight was known to put Hitler to shame, with his notorious and heart wrenching deeds. His retirement was like a breathe of fresh air, until it turned out to be a nightmare.  The news that shook everyone was his son, Damon Knight dethroning him. The young Knight did have the looks to kill, while his hands didn't know anything apart from murder if ever anyone stood against him.  He is a man, who changed his girlfriends like shirts and dumped them ruthlessly if the attraction died down. A man, who didn't take no for an answer, who had the ability to crush the whole world if angered. People feared him, after all, young Knight did have a reputation to fear.  Peter Knight didn't change women disrespecting them, he was better than his son in this matter alone. He had a wife, whom he loved immutably and wouldn't think twice before sacrificing himself for her. He never saw another woman.  But his son is said to be a replica of his father, with additional quality of being a womanizer, which seemed to be the major worry for half the population.  Fear is the product of thoughts, he created such, which only multiplied fear to ten folds. Damon Knight wanted people to fear him, when they think and rethink, it gave him immense power against them. Wake up every day stronger than yesterday, face your fears and wipe your tears. Unfortunately if ever one woke up to face him physically or challenged him, he always stood ready to destroy that hope, because he was the reincarnation of fear. People fearing the fear was his power, and he made sure to not let it decrease, not now, not ever. Finally the day for which he had put days and nights into action came quickly.  The Young Knight was supposedly being crowned the next Mafia's emperor, the ruler of this enigmatic world, which meant another win crossed from his check list. He always believed he was a born conqueror, and made sure to mold any circumstance to his will to clamp his position on the top. But little did he know, nothing is constant. And not always, owning will remain a winning sport. "Max! Where is Damon? Wasn't he supposed to be waiting for the day, and not fooling around with women?" Roared Peter Knight, tired of his son's womanizing ways.  He decided to set the prince straight, prior to handing over his empire to the young devil. "Sir! He is here." Stammering, Max replied to the man, who put demons to shame. "Dad! I handle better now. Just calm down." He gracefully prowled into the room, his large and perfectly defined palms pushed into his onyx colored suit pants. His large intimidating presence looming over the vintage room, making it look feeble. However his relentlessly cold grays he shared with his father carefully scanning the room before finally settling on Peter as he moved closer to him. "Son! Don't forget, I still hold the power. Never misunderstand my will to retire as my incapability. It's the routine our family should follow. If not, I'm still not weak to make the world bow down at my feet, and when I say world, that involves my blood too." Peter Knight warned emphasizing each word, masking his blinding rage well with a blank face. But his tone exuding all the fury intended. "I know the time has come and you are handing over this empire to me. So why not do it with ease?" He mentioned, his frame nonchalant. Ignoring his father's hidden threat, he uprightly strolled towards the chair placed in the corner of the room facing his father. "Well of course! I would love to do that son, but not today." "What do you mean by that?" "Because, there is a will you have to fulfill to be crowned. Knight's will, this is something every generation of our family has fulfilled. Your great grandfather Robin Knight has made." Explained the current mafia king, handing over the paper called 'Will' to his son. THE WILL:   1. Rule better than your predecessor.   2. Marriage, a compulsion. For the young Knight the first was a cakewalk, he was trained to be the best.  But marriage was something he detested, for him it only meant lifelong slavery to the partner and his monstrous self esteem couldn't become servant to a certain someone rather than the emperor to this world. "Marriage? Are you out of your mind? No! I am not fulfilling it. I am not giving anyone legal rights over me."  He growled at his father for picking up the topic he loathed, and making it look like a compulsion if he planned on achieving what he was taught all his life to be. It was when the young Knight's favorite cousin, Robin Knight quietly entered the room. Smirking at his elder sibling while comfortably plopping on the corner couch, he was all ready to cheer the scene disclosing before him.  He always loved to watch the father and son go mad over the other. It made him feel being a part of normal family and not someone involved in tearing other's. Though it was one of the rarest times when his family felt normal, but whenever it happened, he loved each bit of it. "Maybe Rob could do that for you." Rob's happy thoughts shattered when he heard his brother bartering him for his own benefit; cursing under his breath he sat up straight and threw daggers at his older brother. The oldest one did have the manipulative skills and that bastard was using them now, making his younger brother the victim of his vicious mind. "Well then son! It looks like my throne doesn't want me to leave her alone." Ignoring Robin who kept killing his brother in his mind, and Damon who hoped his father might consider the swap, the current king of Mafia said shrugging his shoulders, dismissing him. "Why is it compulsory?" Growled Damon Knight, realizing what his father was doing walking towards the throne placed in the middle of the room. "Because that will make you responsible enough to rule, and will enhance your potential." The senior Knight smiled at his son, as if he did not just burst the bomb of marriage on his head. "Do I get to choose the girl, at the least?" He asked irritation clear in his voice, as a sigh of defeat left his softly parted lips. "Oh well you do son. I'm awaiting your future queen." The father Knight said louder winking at his son, who was starting to walk away from him, accompanied by another sulking Knight. "Rob, contact the driver. We are heading towards the club." "And why would I do those honors brother? For using that malevolent brain of yours on your own little brother? Sorry, I have better things to do." "Will you quit behaving like a kid already? I am on the verge of lunatic break, don't let that engulf you." Warned the young Knight to his younger brother, who refused to heed to his brother's warning. "Rob!" Came the rough scolding tone Sighing Rob asked unable to stay unfazed, because for him no one mattered more than Damon, "Why club? Shift of devil's mind, want to choose a bride?" "Did you forget brother? I am supposed to find a woman to marry, not f**k. Women at my club are never the wedding type. I just want to clear my mind, my dad messed with it certainly." Said the young knight, a ghost of smile appearing on his stoic visage at the mention of his father. The malice however was hidden deep and safe under it. Damon Knight never followed orders, he made them. "Fine let's go! But do not forget, I haven't forgiven you yet." Still sulking Rob followed his brother. "Who knows, I might make it up to you in the club." ——— All this was happening on one side of the United States, while the other side had two beautiful sisters planning a sneak out. Will their paths cross? Sasha West's P.O.V: "Sasha! How much time will you take to come out of that damn room? We are getting late" Yelled my sister, startling me and messing my eye liner. "Come on Elle, it is okay to go a little late. It doesn't matter much" I replied my pitch higher than usual, as I scrubbed of the misplaced brown liner and re-applied it again. "It's okay to go a little late, but not at the closing time" She countered loudly for me to hear from below the stairs, frustration clearly screaming in her tone. "Jeez! I am coming woman, now stop being over dramatic, we won't be late" Stomping my leg on the hard wood, I replied vexed at her bossiness. As I hurriedly got down the stairs skipping two at a time, I found her impatiently drumming her long manicured fingers onto the railing while she leaned onto it. She was adorned in a sequined hot pink off shoulder dress whilst a deep frown etched to her angular face. To be honest, she looked hot irrespective of her non lady like expressions. My sister Elle is an year older to me, brunette hair that touches her waist, tan complexion, blue eyes and a sexier curvy body. She is the adventurous and beautiful one among us, whereas, I have a blonde hair that touches my butt, paler complexion, grey eyes and a boring slim body. "Oh My God! Sasha you look stunning. I'm sure you're to turn a lot of heads today" Squealed my sister, as she crushed me in a bear hug, all her annoyance at me being late evaporating to thin air. "Not more than you Elle, you look sexy. Damn hot!" "Oh come on Sasha, today you look fab" complimented Elle. "Thank you El and now let's get going. I don't want my poor ears to bear the brunt of your fuss, if the club by any chance is closed" "Oh my dear sister, you are so gone if the club is closed by the time we reach" "Okay stop! Now let's go" I whined locking the door and running into our Chevrolet. Our parents never let us out without assistance, since our country U.S isn't how it is supposed to be or it was, decades ago. Mafia has become so powerful, that stepping out of the house has become impossible. But being one of the richest families in America, we never faced their wrath, but anyhow it wasn't safe.  Today we planned a sneak out, when our parents are out on a business trip. I know it isn't safe, but what's wrong in trying or so I thought.                                                                                                     ~