Mafia King

Chapter 2

Trevor POV

It was said that a long time ago there was war among the two strongest Mafia in the world…they will go around and paint one's town with blood, they will take innocent lives just to prove their point. Which family is that you might think? Well, it was my family! Vault-Roberts they were at war for power and most importantly for the seat of who is fierce of them all. But their war didn’t last as they came to a suitable solution and that was to join forces through marriage, the heir of the Roberts Empire Derrick Roberts was to marry the daughter and heiress of the Vault Empire Victoria Vault.

After the two got married everything was at peace…Victoria’s young brother took over the Vault Empire and Derrick took over his Family Empire. Derrick being selfish and self-centered and hungry for more power he went as far as to hunt down other Mafia’s and killed them for status. One day the old man visited the Kulich family and took care of everyone there except for the teenage boy who went out with his friends.

The boy came home early and hid on top of the tree and saw as his parents and siblings were slaughtered like animals. His mother begging for his siblings’ lives to be spared and mercy on them, but Derrick being a psycho took that plea as a drug to continue with his brutal kill.

The boy got off the tree and ran as fast as his leg can carry him away from his house and took refuge elsewhere. And since that day he swore to his family’s life that he will have his vengeance…

Years past and no one ever heard of the boy until one day when Derrick’s wife Victoria took her life. He started making his appearance here and there…was trained by a secret organization called the society, ran by serpents.

He took the Vault family’s lives and left an imprint at the end. He went everywhere searching for the families and men that were involved in his family’s death and where he was he left his mark, the last target on his list was Derrick but was saved by his son…he killed the last heir of the Kulich family.

Later his mark became famous as ‘the revenge sign’ in the underworld… the mark was last seen in Brazil forty years ago, eighty years after he died. And today right in front of my face there it is…the bloody handprint is printed on my wall!

Those who knew the meaning said that his mother saw him on top of the tree and mumbled for him to run and left that bloody handprint on the window.

“Mr. Roberts…?” I heard someone called out my name.

I looked only to come face to face with detective Hyde. I cleared my throat and shook my head and said, “Yes Detective?”

“Do you know who could have done this or know what does this bloody hand mean?”

Of cause I do know what does the bloody hand mean…I grew up with my grandfather telling my siblings and me the story of it to scare us but mostly my siblings. But who does it belong to…that one I don’t know, but I am going to turn this whole city down searching for that person even if it’s the last thing I do!

“I’m sorry detective…I don’t know the meaning of this!” I said looking at him straight in the eye.

He nodded his head and wrote something in his notebook.

.*.*.*

It’s been four fucken days and my clubs have been attacked three times already. Tonight they actually killed a customer… ’f**k’

I still don’t know who is attacking me and caught anyone of them. I sent my aunt a message telling her to stay low and asked Kate’s bodyguards not to tell her what’s happening here as I don’t want her to worry, even though I know she is worried as I didn’t pitch at LA as I said I will.

“s**t…Caleb who got the fucken media here? I told you I want this to be quiet from the public eyes!” I said walking into Déjà vu club.

“Sorry Boss…I tried but this one is taken by the police.” I just nodded and passed everyone that was in front of me.

“Mr. Roberts…it seems like we are regulars at your clubs now!” said the annoying detective.

“Yes…detective Hyde, so it seems. And believe me when I say this…it actually starts to irritate me more than you know, together with the fact that your people can’t seem to catch these gangsters that ruin my businesses and source of income.”

He looked unbothered and said, “The handprint is now on the club’s front door and this time around a life has been taken.”

“So I have heard!” I replied looking around the club seeing blood everywhere.

“Any leads on catching the bad guys since your men have been camping at all my clubs?” this time around I said looking at him.

“Not yet, my men arrived here late tonight!”

“I see…now detective, I did things your way…now it’s my turn to do things my way and find these thugs myself. Now excuse me, I need to attend this!”

I showed him my phone that was ring…

Trevor: Paps…

Derrick: What the hell is going on? And what the f**k is that mark doing in front of your club?

His voice was laced with panic…

Trevor: I will explain everything once I come home, just try to relax okay!

Derrick: Boy don’t you dare tell me to relax! I want answers and I want them now…

Trevor: Okay, let me finish first here and I will come straight home.

He hangs up the phone…

This s**t right here is what I didn’t want…I didn’t tell them about the mark because they will be on their toes and put a lot of pressure on me.

“Trev…Sam just sent me a text, Kate asked about you again!”

“f**k…!”

“I will call her later…before she gets the news,” I said walking out of the club towards my SUV.

“And also…we caught someone, Rodney just inform me now. They took him to the basement.” I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.

“Take me to him first…I need answers and I need them before I go home.”

He nodded and we both got inside the car.

It’s about time I get my answers…and release the stress load that hangs on my shoulders. That son of a b***h better has answers because my level of patience is out of the window and I hate killing my toys before having some fun with them.

“Do you think this is Slavi’s doing?”

Slavi is my acquaintance that once tried his luck on me saying I am just a boy, but I killed his right-hand man in front of him…to give him how much of a boy I am. The day my father gave me his seat he was invited to the initiation together with his second in command, but sadly only he returned back to his family.

“No…I don’t think so, but then again right now anyone is a suspect. If this culprit doesn’t give me something to work with…I will pay him a visit!”

Anyone that knows who I am will be a fool to do this…especially my associates! If I find that any of them are behind all this I will deal with them in the worst possible way. And if Slavi waited this long to seek revenge then I will give it to him in a silver platter.

.*.*.*

Third Person POV

Two gentlemen are watching the news inside a dark office, one in his seventies and the other in his early thirties. The old man is smirking seen Trevor walked into his club walking hand in hand with his second in command and the young man just had his poker face on staring at his grandfather.

“We are near to the finish line boy!” said the old man.

“This time we just need to attack him technologically…just make sure that, that hoe of yours can do the job and leave no trace! And make sure she reports to work and make sure that she earns the manager’s trust so that she can be close to the guy’s computer!”

The young man just gulped and shook his head…

“What finish line? I don’t get it, why are we attacking these Roberts businesses?”

The old man smirked at his grandson’s question. “If what I have gathered is correct…he is the Roberts I am looking for!”

“Grandpa…would you stop with that mystery monk say of yours and tell me, why are we starting a war with this guy!”

“Because they took everything from me…he took everything from me and I want it back, I will have it by fire by force…I will have my Katharine back!” he raised his index finger and voice.

“Who is Katharine?” the young man asked confused.

“The woman who was supposed to be your grandmother... He took him from me and took all my fortune in all my dealings with him, I trusted him…took him as my brother and best friend…but what did he do? He betrayed me and stole the woman I loved!”

The old man took out his old pocket watch and looked at a picture of a young woman and smiled at it.

The young man came and stood next to him and looked at the picture too. “I thought you loved grandma and she was your soul mate…the stories you told about her you sounded like you were in love with her.”

“I never loved your grandmother; I only tolerated her and needed an heir to take over after me. And the stories I told was of this beauty here not your grandmother.” He kissed the picture and closed the pocket watch putting it back in his shirt pocket.

“Now this boy hold someone dear to him…I want you to find out who that is, apparently, he took out the Italian mafia and Russian mafia looking for that precious jewel. We find who it is and we exchange the jewel with their deals and accounts!”

He looked at his grandson with red piercing eyes.

“Now…I am going to rest! When I wake up I want feedback and a positive one…” he coughed and wiped the blood out of his lips and said, “Do I make myself clear boy?”

“Yes Sir!”

The old man stood up with the help of his doctor and crunches leaving his grandson dumbstruck.

“Caesar…what did Godfather say?”

His second in command asked him as soon as he walked out of his grandfather’s office.

“Have our men follow this Roberts every way he goes…I want to know who he meets, who he sleeps with, and most importantly where he lays his head. Everything in detail!” he ordered walking down the stairs.

“Mickey is missing…I think he was captured!”

“WHAT???” the young boss stopped in his tracks and looked at his second in command.

“He didn’t come back with the team I sent and was not in any of the ambulances…only one body was confirmed dead and it’s a customer as ordered!”

“How much does he know about us?” he started walking again

His second in command followed behind him and answered him. “if he taken I don’t think he will talk!”

“Are you hearing yourself, i***t? Everyone cracks! And we don’t even know who this Roberts guy we keep on attacking his clubs is. We should just pray that he's not Ghost because if he is, we are all as good as dead!” he took out a beer from the fridge.

“He is English…I thought Ghost is an Italian!”

“Who said is Italian?” he looked at his underboss with annoyance!

“Well, the story of where he started is Rome…so I just figured that his Itali—“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence when heard.

“Get the f**k out of my face and find that boy and kill him if you come in contact with him will you!”

A young lady walked inside the kitchen wearing a pink silk short gown.

“Hey, babe…how about you join me in our bedroom so that I can take care of you!” she whispered seductively in his ear moving her hands to his bulge…

“I need you to call your manager and ask if you can report to work…” he said holding her hands into his.

The girl pouted and said…”How about we play now and I will take care of that first thing tomorrow morning?”

She said kneeling down on the floor licking her lips with eyes filled with lust.