Bewitching The Mafia(Mafia Series #1)

5. Rejuvenation

Raymond

"Mr. Knight, the chauffeur is waiting outside, the jet is ready to leave for Canada. Mr. Davies insisted to send a car for you to bring you which I completely denied with him.", my secretary Nicholas informed me. 

I nodded to him. 

It's time to board for Canada. We have to finalize a deal with my father George Knight's old acquaintance Thomas Davies by today this afternoon.

"Let's go," I said and went to the elevator.

The whole office staff bowed their head in front of me. I paid zero attention and hopped in one of my SUV's back seats while my assistant sat in front of the passenger seat. We arrived at the airport within ten minutes and halted in front of my private Jet. My bodyguards surrounded the whole area. One of them opened the door and led me toward the Jet.

Earlier in the board meeting, there happened usual bickering between the officers. I was pissed but waited till the end to inform them of my final decision. I let them speak as much as they could. Then we got to finalize the deal with Davies's Corp by afternoon and needed to head back to Italy directly to solve some issues regarding our mafia business.

Back in Canada, we directly headed to our hotel for refreshing and later went to Davies Corp. Thomas Davies's secretary led us to the meeting room where Thomas Davies and his son who would soon be the CEO were waiting for me. Then the meeting began, and the deal was signed as well. My secretary packed the files, as we stood up, Mr. Davies asked, "Son, how is your father doing? He isn't in contact anymore."

I said calmly, "He is doing well." 

Roaming around the whole world with his friends, looking after my little brother, and then bugging me to get married - these are what he has been doing after taking his retirement from their business in both worlds. I can't get how can he still keep faith in marriage. 

He nodded and offered, "Well, I am expecting you and your secretary to join dinner with us tonight. If you can come for half an hour, we will be grateful. It's been a decade since I didn't hear anything about George."

I don't like to talk with any of my business partners or investors outside the professional. But, Thomas Davies and my father were old acquaintances, they were very close back then. But from the day my father join the dark world, he became closed off. That woman ruined my father and his happiness. My jaw clenched while remembering those dreadful days. I calmly said, "Sure, we will be there by eight."

He smiled and shook my hand, and his son as well.

We went away from their building and headed to our hotel. After some hours doing some work on the laptop, we went for dinner with Devise. In the mansion, Mr. Devise introduced us to his family members. But his daughter was eyeing me seductively. I ignored her as I did to other women as well. She eventually stopped her pathetic behavior toward me. Mr. Devise and his son talked with me about business, and my family mainly my father, Thomas was missing him genuinely. I got a call from work. So I excused myself and talked for some moment. Well, one of the french mafias had abducted some men and kept them as their hostage, not only that they got to burn one ship which was heading to Spain. What a waste! they have to suffer. I was not going to leave them that easily.

As I turned, I came face to face with Mr. Devise's daughter. She was acting like the other women usually do in front of me. I was throwing a dead glare and kept a blank face. She didn't stop. She came and wrapped her arms around me while biting her lips. I shoved her hands and said in a deadly calm and harshly, "Get away from me woman.". She flinched. I didn't wait for her and shoved her from my way and went to the living room. I took my leave and said my secretary to go to the hotel as I needed to go somewhere.

I instructed my driver to drop me at a nearby shopping mall. He dropped me there, and I entered the mall wearing a shade. I directly went to the men's clothing section to buy a normal pair of clothes and a leather jacket, and I wore a false beard and false hair, later I went to the changing room and wore those clothes and discarded my previous office attire. After paying the bill, I left the mall. I started walking around the nearby alleys. I had a feeling, our enemies got the news of my arrival in Canada, so they were already following me from the time I landed here. And my prediction was never wrong.

Seven goons jumped in front of me out of nowhere. They all have weapons with them, where I had two loaded guns. They started circling me, and I stayed alert. One of them said, "Your disguise is not enough to make us fool Moretti. You made things easy for us to take you down. Our boss will be ecstatic to get you in one piece. Our van will be here at any minute now."

Now it was my turn to speak. I said, "Who is your boss?"

He said, "You don't even know who was after you?"

I said calmly, "Just give me the answer."

He said, "You have in no position to demand. You better cooperate with us, else we won't hesitate to shoot you."

I smirked and said, "I am well aware of the fact. Tell me, Who are you all working for?"

He growled and said, "Louis Richard, the french don. Now stay quiet."

That was what I needed to know. Now it was time to take action.

I said, "Sure. Now our fight will speak." With that started to beat three at a time. I snatched their guns, and the fight begins. It was getting hard to take down the seven. There only a bone-cracking sound and the smell of blood was in the air. The whole alley was lifeless. Others would never know the goons of a french don and an Italian mafia were fighting for their life. It was a game in the dark world. We all were mercenaries for power and money. One thing for sure, I would take revenge on them for my loss. They dared to destroy my ships and abduct my men.

Out of nowhere, one of the goons hit my head with a stick. I lost my balance, and they overpowered me. They started to beat me as much as they could. Then hold me in a way so that I couldn't able to move. One of the goons said, "No more fight Moretti, it's time to make it quiet.", that he pointed a gun at me. Well, I needed something to distract them. Anything. I can't accept the defeat, I thought. Then I observed something. A racing-bike. Its headlight was off, but it was clear enough to see that someone was intentionally going to hit the gun guy. Great. That was what would do to get me out of here by knocking these bastards out. The racer was going to hit him from behind.

And it happened. The racer hit the gun guy, and he flew away from his position. The other goons looked behind and startled. The racer took the gun from the ground and hit the gun guy's head with the back of that gun. I took the chance and started to hit two goons at a time. The racer also started to fight. With knives and the gun. We both started to break their bones and knocking them off. The racer does know some killer moves. The punches and kicks were not ordinary moves. The way she was swinging arms and twisting the goons arms and legs, those were some trained skills. Wait! What? She? A woman? I was shocked would be an understatement.

No. I needed to focus on the goons. When all of them were out, we stopped. She was still in her helmet. Later I watched her collected the guns from the ground and started to shoot their legs and arms. When the bullet cell of the guns was empty, she tossed them to the other side of the road. I was just observing her every step while supporting myself to stand leaning against a pole. When she was done with guns, she collected her knives only to clean one by one and hid them in her shoe sholes. Wow.

She was neither a professional killer nor a normal fighter. Who was she? I hated to admit it, but her skills attracted me beyond. And the most shocking thing, I was appreciating a woman. One thing for sure, she worked under neither of us. Why did she help me? Does she know me? I couldn't even see her face, she didn't even bother to put off her helmet.

At the moment she directly looked toward me. She started to walk forward in my direction. Her posture was stiff and straight. She was maybe 5'8 inches with her leather boots. She said, "Let's go. You need immediate treatment.", with that, she turned around and walking toward her bike. When she doesn't hear any footsteps, she turned toward me and said, "I am not going to bring my bike to hear. Can you walk?"

I snapped, "Don't bother, I can manage."

She stayed still for a minute and shook her head. She again started to walk toward me in a way I couldn't able to move from her. She yanked my arm in a strong grip and started to drag me toward her motorbike. I hissed in sudden force. She was strong but less than me of course. I could have stayed still if my right leg wasn't hurt and I needed a stitch on my head.

She snapped, "Stop hissing. You make me force you."

I said nothing, just glaring at her.

When we were in front of her bike, she said calmly, "Hop in the back."

I gave her a cold stare and said, "You go behind. I am riding."

She chuckled and mockingly said, "Oh really? You are limping literally, and you got a delicate arm, might I add. And the most hilarious thing is, you are demanding to ride my bike. Don't tempt me, Mr. Stranger. Just hop in like a good boy."

How dare she was. The audacity of the woman. Does she know who the hell am I? She would never dare to talk to me this way if she knew who was I. The most irritating thing, she deliberately put me in my place.

She snapped again, "Do you need me to carry you now? God, what a stubborn old man he is. Come on now. We will reach the clinic within five minutes. I will try to take you there within two minutes."

I hopped in within a second with great difficulty. She said, "Hold me firmly. I am a reckless motorcyclist. Don't take my words casually."

I expected that. I wasn't surprised to hear her confession. But I said nothing. I snaked my one unharmed arm around her and she bought the motorbike's engine in life. She wasn't wrong. She was indeed reckless. She kept her word, we reached the front of the clinic within two minutes.

She dragged me near the receptionist and took the form to fill in my information. The girl was wried. She filled in my information on her own, and every single detail about me was false. She didn't even bother to ask me. One thing for sure, It was going to be a long night. An eventful night.