"Mm...Mmm Mmm..." The bastard kneeling in front of me uttered incoherent words and I lost it. He has been hoarding something important inside his mouth and since it was something he would be unable to swallow, he made sure to keep his mouth.

But I don't have time for such games.

So, I faced the butler beside me and reached for the gun he deliciously presented on his gold tray.

With charisma in my action, I toyed with the weapon for some minutes. My eyes tinged with joy as I ran my fingers through the blackness of the gun and I began to feel the rush I hadn't felt in weeks.

My impatient self faced the bastard and the fear in his eyes told me that I was already torturing him.

Of course, in the face of a deadly weapon, fear is only normal.

But you know what? I consider fear an annoying reaction.

People tremble in the worst ways when they are caught doing things they shouldn't be doing and I find that hypocritical. People shiver in fright when they are captured for things they didn't do and I find that cowardly.

So yes, this bastard in front of me is going to know what happens when I sense people's fear.

I took a few seconds to adjust the length of my shirt's sleeves and once they were rolled up, I took a step forward towards the man.

The cold mouth of the gun found a home on his sweating forehead and a smirk was the reaction I could give.

"You should have given me the drive while I asked nicely." The contact the weapon had with his skin began to trail down his face. "Do you want to know why?" The gun reached his cheek. "I wasn't considering killing you a few minutes ago. But now..."

To hammer the effect of the danger he was about to face in my hands, I locked eyes with him and showed him a glimpse of the hell he was about to experience. And he shivered some more, so much that the gun almost pulled its trigger by itself.

"P... Phh..." The man attempted to speak, but I had already changed the position of the gun. The very end of the gun rested against his face and his fate was instantly sealed.

And, with one strike, the gun made him spit out blood and the drive I was after.

Unfortunately, the man's cheek suffered great damage. His face became dented immediately.

Well, he should have listened to me earlier.

I reached for the flash drive that was swimming in the pool of blood and after cleaning it with the napkin the butler handed to me, I walked out, unbothered by the noise the bastard was making.

Usually, that kind of noise would make me walk back into the room so that I could finish off the bastard, but I am too stressed to care.

With that stress, I made my way to my grandfather's library slash reading room, which I consider to be the only sane and bloodstain-free room in the entirety of our mansion.

"You look like you need a drink," my grandfather pointed out once I took my seat on the antique chair beside him. The fireplace facing us was not functioning but the air was warm in a way I could not ignore.

Another thing I could not ignore was the obvious reduction in my grandfather's physique. The man was a great amount of chubby the previous year, but now, all he has is a little flesh. I wonder what went wrong.

As I eyed the bottle of whiskey beside him, I replied, "I fear that would worsen my situation."

The whiskey was picked up and my grandfather poured himself a glass.

"You work too much. You should relax and have some fun."

"You are the reason I am working so much."

His scanty brows jerked without hesitation and his leering eyes peered into mine. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

Highly prepared to answer his question, I leaned forward and stared at the emptiness of the fireplace.

"I am tired of playing little games. I want the real deal."

"You are already the real deal."

"No. I want to be the King. Only then can I spare myself some unnecessary drama and missions."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Do I need another?"

"Being the King of the CDP gang is not an easy thing. You might have the experience but you still lack something."

"Please spare me that bullshit. Old man, I have worked my ass off for this gang since I was eighteen because I had every desire to reach the top that exceeds the top. I want to reach a point where everyone answers to me and only me. I want to finally do things my way."

"Is there a woman in your life, Alessandro?"

I frowned. What has that got to do with anything?

But I replied anyway. "No."

"Shame."

"Excuse me?"

His hands joined underneath his chin after he quickly downed his drink and tossed the cup aside.

"If you want the seat of the King, you must have a woman. A wife. Only then will I consider passing the throne to you."

I began to wish that I could rinse my ears. Perhaps that will help me understand the nonsense my grandfather is spewing.

"Was something mixed with your drink?" I asked.

"If there is no assurance that you can provide an heir that will eventually take over from you, forget about it."

My eyes carried confusion at my grandfather's words. Was he out of his mind already?

"You are not serious, right?"

"Why won't I be?"

"This is not something you have ever told me. No one told me that I needed to prove that I can fuck and impregnate a woman to get to the top. So, what's this nonsense you are telling me?" I could not help but glare at the old man.

He cleared his throat and avoided the eye contact I was imposing. "If you don't want to do as demanded, forget about it. Your brother is more than ready to take a wife and prove himself."

The mention of my brother made my soul flare up but on the outside, I remained calm. And I asked, "So, this is how you want to play this game, uh?"

He smiled and our eyes met again. The mischief in my grandfather's eyes made me realise that he was purposely trying to toy with me. He knows that I hate it, but he knows that the extent to which I can do something about his audacity is limited. After all, he is the only chance I have to get the King's seat.

After a hearty chuckle, he continued, "It doesn't have to be a game if you just do as asked. You are a gorgeous man, so it won't be hard to get a woman to marry you. If worse comes to worst, snatch someone's woman and make her yours."

"This is ridiculous."

"Keep saying that until I give your brother your position."

"I will make you pay for this, Old man."

"I look forward to it."

Highly disappointed, I got up and began to wonder where I would find a reasonable woman to get married to. I know I am crazy for considering the nonsense my grandfather just said, but if I want the thing I desire the most and if I must make sure that my brother has no chance, I have to do as my grandfather says.

While deep in thought, I approached my room, which welcomed me with a chill air once I stepped into it.

I reached for my phone, which I hadn't held in a while, and turned it on to see that I had fifteen missed calls from Eduardo.

The plentiful calls he left me caused me to groan and I wondered if the deal that concerned the flash drive I obtained earlier was about to fall through.

So, without wasting time, I dialled his number.

"Eduardo," my curtness greeted him.

"Oh good. You are alive."

"What is going on?"

"Well, one, I am tired of not being able to communicate with you when you have a phone. Do you even know what a phone is used for?"

"Don't be ridiculous." I rolled my eyes and went on to lie on my bed. The softness of the mattress soothed me and I wondered for a minute why I hardly slept at home.

"Anyway, you had a visitor."

I frowned. "Who?"

"Her name is Carrie."

"Who on earth is Carrie?"

"You don't know a Carrie?"

"Do I seem like someone who would know a Carrie?" I asked, my voice displaying how ridiculous I found his question.

"Well, if you say so. I gave her your email address anyway. So, check your messages."

It is strange that Eduardo gave my email address to this strange woman called Carrie.

So, with the hope of getting more information from him, I asked, "Who exactly is she?"

"I have no idea. I was hoping you would be able to tell me. She didn't even let me know why she wanted to meet you. She was so adamant and a bit temperamental like a pregnant woman."

I sighed. I don't have the strength for crazy people.

"Maybe she is one of those women who think they can have me. If she shows up next time, send her to the den. I am sure one of the boys would love to have fun with her."

"That's unlike you."

"What is-"

Eduardo quickly cut me short. "Never mind. Have a good rest. I need to go over some documents."

"Okay. See you-" He ended the call before my words could reach the end.

Shaking my head at Eduardo's annoying trait, I wondered about the so-called Carrie and the message she supposedly had for me.

Well, even though I am slightly curious, I have better things to worry about.

I have a very important position I must snatch for myself.

Chapter 8 You must have a woman

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