Chapter 3 THE MOB

MILO BASTIAN'S POV

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I gazed out the glass windows of my penthouse, on the top floor of a low-rise brownstone, taking in the city spread out around him. The dark apartment was illuminated only by the halogen glow of a single bare bulb. Another night waiting for Detective Amory to get his shit together and come to me. I knew it was more than the deal. I wanted this man to come to him willingly. Willing to work together and willing to his heart.

When I first inquired about him, his file impressed me. But following him and tracking him down, made me feel like possessing him. I had risked giving him the file with the findings on the prime minister's son since it involved almost all the top police chiefs. But the spread of the drugs to the schools was not something I could condone. In my plan, this the prime minister's son was the first official to be taken down.

In the distance, police sirens wailed and over the assigned dispatch radio, I heard the call that a body had been found. Another crime again!! I was tired of all the killings. Beijing was no longer safe for anyone.

The mob only dealt with art, and cars and had scaled down on the arms deals the minute I became boss. Drugs were not part of the deals we made but some mob families and members still engaged in drugs, and I had given them an ultimatum. It was an understanding that there would never be enough money and that some people were born greedy. But if I was the boss, they would not do it under my watch.

I needed to quickly arrest the current situation. Last week, two of the mob lady members who worked in a late-night cafe were killed. I had been losing members weekly and knew very soon a fight between the Mob, the Mafia, and the police would break out of this continued.

Hence, I summoned the mob leaders and wanted to ensure that Detective Roman would get all the support. And whoever resisted or leaked out any information had the right to leave the mob or be shot. Leaving the penthouse in a hurry, the cars sped along the highway, headed towards the office, and found that Sasha, my assistant, had already set everything up.

Sasha has been with me since childhood. Being five years older than me, she had been assigned my bodyguard until I was initiated as the mob leader. Being my confidant, I had made her my assistant and the mob's council secretary. I wanted someone to watch over the mob who was my confidant and was loyal.

There were eight families in the mob, each with their territory within Beijing, each with their motive duties, and desires. There wasn't a single man here who wouldn't love to be in my position, lording it over all the others. There were only two reasons it hadn't happened yet. One, neither of them would ever be likely to agree with one of the others being in charge, and two, I had shown repeatedly that I was not to be crossed. Being ruthless and cold was required of being a Mob leader.

There had been a lot of blood spilled in the beginning. More than even the police could keep up with. But then everything settled, and I used his hard-won position to make the streets safer for the children and women. Innocents didn't need to be caught up in the mob's world.

"Gentlemen," he greeted them as I walked into the vast boardroom. I didn't sit right away, and he could feel the tension increasing in the room. "I'm sure you are all aware of why I called you here. I made a deal with Detective Amory Roman, and I hope that everyone will cooperate and support me on this" I sat down, reclining in a very practiced manner. The simple motion brought everyone's attention back to him. "Anyone objective to this needs to leave the Mob family immediately. We can't keep losing our family members to crime. "

There was pin-drop silence in the room. I watched everyone, one of them, and waited. I knew that they were cowards, and none would object. They all nodded, and I acknowledged their response. "Sasha, you oversee this. Get everyone on board. I plan to have the city clear of safe in the next six months. "With that, I stood and left the boardroom headed to my office.

My stride slowed down when a familiar scent hit my nose. My eyes widened in surprise as I looked around for confirmation. There was no way Detective Roman had come to my office. I rushed to the office and there standing by the bookshelf, perusing through the books was Detective Roman. Happiness radiated through me.

Finally, Detective Roman has come to me.

Closing the door, I rushed to Detective Roman, and he turned around. "You have managed to surprise me. Took you long enough to come" I said.

We stood in silence admiring each other. I could not resist and moved closer engulfing him in a hug. We enjoyed each other's comfort before Detective Roman took a step back and this made me frustrated.

" I came to inform you that there is an operation tonight. We are going to catch Tian Tian. The unit has prepared everything, and I will come to you after" He explained to him the plan. The police force thought it would be better to catch him at the docks where the new shipment of drugs would be landing tonight. Hence, they had set up a trap for him.

"So, you deliberately kept us out of this operation. Yet I supplied you with information. How could you not consider our contribution? I'm going with you. And in any case, Tian Tian would never trust the police. The only way to draw him out would be the Mob wanting to buy the shipment of drugs" I seethed in anger.

"We already have this covered. You don't need to worry" Detective Roman affirmed.

"It seems the police are naive. Do you know that Tian Tian will do a background check on the buyer? And since he has spies in the police you are bound to be exposed. But if the mob handles the buy, we are good to go. We have the money and channels to supply the drugs. Your plan is full of flaws."

Detective Roman looked like he wanted to argue for a moment, then signed "You do make a point. He would be less suspicious if it was the mob. If you are coming along, bring only two of your bodyguards. You must promise to act according to the plan. You know very well; I don't trust the mob. And if you get hurt or die, I'm going to be extremely pissed at you. If that happens, our deal is off."