Chapter 3 A gift box

"Alexander's point of view,"

"What have you been looking for here for so long, boss?" Peter enquired as he walked into my dad's office.

"Thank God you're here, Peter; it's nice to have you. I've been seeking Dad's favorite Wilson Combat Pistol for a very long time, but I can't seem to find it." I cast a hopeful glance at Peter.

"Sorry boss, I have no awareness of that pistol because, like you, Mr. Sergin did not divulge his private information." He replied after taking a deep breath and looking at my dad's empty chair.

"No problem, Peter, tell me that; after all, what crucial help of mine did you require that you traveled all the way here to find me?" Even though I know Peter grieves for my dad, the same way I do, I don't want him to feel as shattered as I do.

"Boss, the mafia union's chairperson, congratulated you on taking charge of the Bonano gang and has arranged a party for you this evening." I couldn't help but smile when I overheard the unexpected excitement in his voice. My eyes were attempting to comprehend how there could be such a tender heart inside of such a terrifying body as I stared at Peter's lengthy frame.

"Why are you staring at me like that, boss?

Did I forget to zip my pants?

Did I put on the wrong socks?

Did I forget to clean my face?" He asked, staring down at his entire body with a bewildered expression.

"Peter, Do you know how funny you are?" Despite my best efforts to restrain myself, I couldn't help but giggle when I noticed the bewildered look on his face.

"Boss, your smile makes you even more handsome." His glowing eyes made it obvious that it overjoyed him to see me smiling at the moment.

"Alex, why do you smile at me in the middle of our conversation? Do you consider me to be a joker?"

Why Peter's remarks keep bringing her back to mind these days, I do not know.

I want that crazy girl to know that I did not laugh at her words, but thought she was the sweetest girl ever and could not help but smile at her every time I saw her. I hope for a miracle that she appears before me so I can confess my feelings to her.

"Are you okay, boss?"I was once more jolted out of my memories by Peter's voice.

"Of course, be prepared to attend the party tonight." I responded, keeping a serious demeanor.

"Ok, boss," Peter left my father's office and left me there by myself.

"Boss, here's a gift for you." My P.A., Jacob said while handing over a gift pack.

"Gift?" I inquired while raising an eyebrow and examining the gift package.

"Yes, a lot of business people and mafia ties have conveyed their congratulations on your elevation to the position of Bonano gang leader."He handed me a note that he had pulled out of his pocket.

"What makes this gift so exceptional that you want me to open it myself, Jacob? You might have checked it like other gifts." Looking at the letter I had in my hand, I questioned.

"Boss, I thought you should open this gift because your girlfriend sent it."

"Girlfriend?" I opened the letter right away and began reading it.

"Dear coward,

Head of the Bonano gang,

you do not know what a huge mistake you have made by crossing my path; now you count the days to your doom, and the moment has come.

To feed you the fruits of your evil deeds. I hope the present pleased you. And a lot of hatred.

Your enemy

Avenger Princess."

I opened the gift box after folding the letter and putting it in my pocket.

"What the hell is this?" It surprised me to discover 10 blood-stained nails inside the box as soon as I opened it.

"Boss, wasn't this a gift from your girlfriend?" As he stared at the box that was lying on the ground, Jacob asked in a horrified tone.

"No, Let me clarify I don't have a girlfriend for your knowledge."I tightened my fists to contain my rage.

"In that case, who would dare make such a terrible joke?" He retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed the security code.

"Jacob, calm down, you don't need to alert security. I'll look into this on my own. Do you understand you won't tell anyone what happened here?" I collected the nails that were lying around the floor and put them back into the box.

"But Boss."

"Do I have to repeat my point?" I shot Jacob a stern look.

"Sorry, boss."

"Ok, no issue, but don't bother me with contradictory questions again." I continued to maintain a serious expression on my face as I spoke.

"Now So, did you gain any information regarding the goons whose image I sent you yesterday?"

"Yes, Boss, our gang has learned about those goons; they weren't professional killers, but guys who lived off of small-time thefts." Jacob stated he was showing me all the details about the thugs on his iPad.

"Hmm... It implies that someone is merely trying to frighten me and prevent me from visiting that place. Who the hell could it be that doesn't want me to find my dad's killer?" I said, pressing my forehead firmly.

"Your personal information remains only and only with your close people, boss, I think.....," I understand what he is trying to convey to me, but he stops short of finishing it out of fear.

It implies that I am being betrayed by one of my own, but who? Why else? I need to track down that guy as quickly as possible; perhaps the murderer of my dad is nearby.

"Don't worry, Boss; I've increased the security around you and warned all the gunmen that no one can meet you without your permission. I'll accompany Peter with another bodyguard for you."

"No, you don't need to do anything like that because I can defend myself. Now pay attention to your work." I gave him the go-ahead to exit.

I don't know why someone would hate me so much; I only recently returned to Russia, so who is this Avenger Princess who hates me so much for no apparent reason?

But I truly appreciated how she presented the gift.

My fictitious girlfriend,Whoever she is, if she wanted to hate me for no reason, she could have, but she should not have called herself my girlfriend. She erred by doing this. Her one untruth set off the buried hurt I was carrying.

"I must now quickly learn more about this girl who is so keen on becoming my girlfriend." As I slid the gift box and note into my desk's side drawer, I muttered to myself.