Military Mafia Son-in-law

"You little whore!" A man cursed.

"Don't you dare curse at me! I haven't done anything wrong." A woman retorted.

"Take this and leave this instant!" The man yelled and threw a bundle of cash at her.

The woman scoffed and neglected the money which infuriated him. He stood confidently in his underwear and looks frustrated.

"What the hell do you want from me? Your job is done, you may leave!" He shouted.

"I am your girlfriend, you have no right to treat me this way, I should be treated with respect!" The woman demanded.

The man was about to retort when the loud clanging of heels was heard, the two looked towards the origin of the sound only to find a sexy looking woman ascend the stairwell and approach them, she looked exquisite and seductive.

The newcomer ignored the presence of the other woman and went straight to the man, she kissed him fully on the lips and smacked her lips as well before throwing the bewildered woman a dirty look.

"What's this Richard? I can hear your voice all the way down there?" The woman said.

Richard smirked and drew her closer, he wrapped a arm around her waist and fondled with it, the other woman was still shocked.

"What's wrong Aggie, cat got your tongue?" Richard mocked.

Aggie felt her eyes stung with tears.

"You're cheating on me?" Aggie asked.

Richard burst into laughter.

"Do you honestly think I'd stick with you when there's ton of fun and beautiful ladies out there? I'm too young for commitment Aggie, it's either you get used to it or ..." Richard said shamelessly.

Aggie took a step forward and slapped him hard across the face, she didn't give him the chance to retort when she spat on him and hurried took what was left of her clothes.

"You'll pay for this, I promise." Aggie swore and hurried down the stairs with Richard's laughter trailing after her.

Her eyes were clouded with tears and all she wanted was to run away, she wasn't looking hence she bumped into someone who hurriedly apologized.

"I'm sorry Miss, are you okay?" The man asked.

Aggie burst into tears and ran away, the man sighed and looked up. His brother was with another girl, fondling her. He turned away and was about to leave when Richard stopped him.

"Hey Kyle, you like that slut? How about I tell Father to get you married to her?" Richard taunted.

Kyle shook his head and walked away, it was so early in the morning; barely dawn and he had chores to attend to.

"That's right, walk away idiot!" Richard mocked.

Kyle grunted and went into the kitchen, he banged the door behind him to avoid hearing the resonation of the dirty kisses Richard and his whore were enjoying. Life has always been hard to him, the best he could do was avoid more trouble.

He exhaled deeply seeing the pile of dishes in the dishwasher, he could just set it to automatically wash itself but his parents had insisted he washed them all himself, he had grown up to be a house help in his own family. Richard was a year older than him yet they treated him like a king while he did the dirty works.

At least he felt grateful that he has a roof over his head and isn't wandering around, his biological parents had abandoned him at an orphanage or so he's told and he's adopted. Kyle pushed his thoughts aside and got to work, it was only half an hour left and his parents would be awake.

He had to prepare their morning coffee, breakfast and draw their baths before they awoke else the day will be hellish for him so he got to work. The huge mansion was to be cleaned by him alone everyday. The family were well to do and could hire as many house help and maids they needed but they felt he was a perfect fit for the post.

Kyle prepared breakfast as soon as he was done with the dishes and made coffee, he sighed as he ascended the stairs and went to his parents room to deliver their early coffee in bed. After he was done with that, he set the table and announced that it was time to it according to the laid down tradition.

Richard was the first to come down to the dining room along with his new girlfriend who looked flushed followed by his parents; Elena and Marco Davidson. They threw spiteful remark to him as usual and proceeded to insult him, Kyle stood by and waved it all away as he couldn't wait to get out of the worse and go to work.

An hour later; they were done with breakfast and he hurriedly cleaned up after them. Kyle took a bath, dressed up and rushed out of the house before they find an excuse to keep him back at home. He caught the morning bus and went straight to the coffee shop where he worked in the mornings.

At afternoon, he would work at a restaurant and work the evening shift at a bar before meeting up with his girlfriend; Melinda for dinner. Kyle went home every evening tired and frustrated, but he dared not show it as he's expected to make dinner and welcome whatever pent-up frustrations were thrown on him by his family.

"Do you call this food? Are you trying to poison us?" Elena shouted as she took a spoonful of the lasagna Kyle served for dinner.

"What's wrong with it?" Kyle asked.

Elena scoffed.

"What's wrong with it? Everything is wrong, you bastard! Are you trying to kill us with this thing you call food?" She yelled even louder.

Kyle sighed, his mother was throwing a tantrum as usual and it was evident that she's drunk so he simply kept mute and allowed her to rant as much as she could. Dishes were flung at him that night and he barely dodged the utensils that were thrown at him.

As he laid down to sleep much later, he clung to his necklace; the only thing his birth parents left him and hopes to someday save enough to move out and start a life of his own.

Marco laughed as he smacked the butt of his secretary, her eyes reddened but she dare not say a word.

"What? Are you not happy that I'm showing interest in you? What's with the frown? Do you wish to resign?" Marco threatened.

The Secretary's eyes widened in shock and she shook her head in disapproval.

"No sir, I'm sorry, please don't fire me. I have siblings and I'm the only one who sponsors their education, our parents are dead." She begged.

Marco smirked, he loved taking advantages of helpless people like her. He had lusted after her from the moment he hired her two weeks back and he was determined to get her in his bed as he has done to his previous secretary.

"Then you'll do exactly as I say." Marco instructed.

"Okay sir." She replied.

Marco was pleased with himself, there was no one around and he had intentionally built a side room in his office for occasions like this, he sucked on his bottom lips as he eyed her, she became uncomfortable under his stare and wished to escape. Marco rose from his chair and walked closer to her, he signed for her to come closer and she did.

He went back to his chair and sat down, he signalled for her to sit on his lap and she trembled but obeyed, he was about to take advantage of her when his P.A suddenly barged into his office. He was upset and about to retort when the P.A spoke up.

"I'm sorry sir but there seems to be a problem." The P.A said.

Marco frowned.

"What problem? I'm in the middle of something important, get out!" He thundered.

Janet, the secretary was scared and almost fell down but Marco sturdy hands held her.

"Sir, there's a messenger in my office and he requests your presence." The P.A insisted.

Marco was infuriated.

"Are you out if your mind? Nothing can be more important than this!"

"Sir, he was sent by Diego Sanchez." The P.A announced fearfully.

Marco sprang to his feet causing Janet to fall down, his whole body shook and his voice cracked.

"Sanchez?" Marco stuttered.

"Yes sir." The P.A affirmed.

Sweat creased Marco's forehead and he dismissed Janet immediately, he didn't know what to do.

"Lead me to him." Marco ordered.

The P.A led him to the convoy of Sanchez who was seated impatiently, he looked menacing and gave Marco a dirty look.

"Sir, I swear to you that I'll refund the money, I just need more time." Marco blurted out.

The man didn't say a word but grunted, Marco was scared out of his wits and was ready to burst into tears.

"Mr. Sanchez is waiting for you outside in his limousine." The man suddenly said.

Marco felt the earth beneath him tremble, his worst fear had materialized and no one could save him. Before he could utter a word; the man had sprung to his feet and began to leave, Marco hastened after him, though all the workers they met on their way out bowed their heads to him in respect, he couldn't reply any of them.

They got outside of the building and a black limousine parked right in front of them, the man stepped forward and opened the door. Marco couldn't see the interior and feared he was walking into a death trap.

"Come in." A rough voice ordered from within.

Marco recognized the voice and knew he'd be damned if he hesitated a minute longer, he gulped down his own saliva loudly. He stepped into the car and the door was closed.

"Let's go for a little drive shall we?" The voice said authoritatively.

Marco couldn't help but nod his head, he had no choice in the first place. The driver got the message and the car began to move.

"You do know that I can make you disappear without any trave right Marco?" The voice said more of a affirmation than a question.

"Mr. Sanchez...." Marco stammered.

"Marco Davidson." Diego Sanchez said.

Marco bowed his head and began to shake.

"Mr. Sanchez, give me few months more and I swear that I'll pay back your money, please sir don't hurt me." Marco begged liked a child.

Diego chuckled evilly.

"I've been sending messages to you for the past one month and you have been ignoring them, I had to come in person because I don't show mercy to those who are with my money." Diego said in a thick Mexican accent.

Marco almost bit his tongue, it was true that he had evaded all the messages and hoped Diego would forget his debt and let him be. The Sanchez was a powerful business family and no one in the entire of New York dared to get on their bad side. They're known to lend money to people and whoever failed to pay off was never heard from ever again.

"Do you think my family run this business on water?" Diego asked, interrupting Marco's thoughts.

"Of course not sir!" Marco agreed.

Diego light a Cigarette and puffed out some smoke, it choked Marco as it was an expensive cigarette, he wondered if he could ever afford such but he dared not.

"Do you know the punishment of those who dare withhold my money from me?" Diego asked.

Marco didn't utter a word, Diego was an underworld boss, he was the beast of the Sanchez empire and he was most feared in the whole City, going against him meant death. Marco blamed his bad luck. He had lent a huge sum of money from Diego and squandered it on baseless things while his wife went on shopping sprees and gambled.

"Please spare me." Marco begged.

Marco crackled.

"I know not of mercy, you've crossed your limits and must face the dire consequences."

"Please, I'd do anything! I'll give away anything you want and repay my loan, please don't kill me." Marco cried like a baby as he saw a gun on Diego's laps.

"What do you have to offer me? What will you use as an exchange for your life and more time?" Diego asked.

Marco fumbled for words, his wife was not a match for Diego's and he knew women wasn't a scarce commodity to the powerful man, all he lacks was a son as he was rumored to have only daughters.

"My son! I'll give my son to you!" Marco blurted.

Diego laughed hysterically, Marco was amusing him with his foolish words. As the head of the Sanchez family and empire he never showed his face to those who owes him money, if he did then it would be the last thing they'd see before they die. He needed reasons to keep the fool alive, all he cared about was his money.

"Your son? Is he worth more than you?" He asked rhetorically.

"Of course not but all that I have is willed to him, you'll have my entire empire under your command, it will bring in more money and assets to you and he might be more useful to you some other way." Marco offered.

Diego glared at him and he shut up, he began to contemplate his words, what was he to do with a worthless chronic gambler's son? If he needed a man he wouldn't need to lift a finger when a hundred men would troop him, that's how powerful he was.

"I don't need your useless son, I want my money." Diego concluded.

Marco went on his knees in the car not minding his reputation, he held the Hem of Diego's trousers and begged for his life.

"I'll pay the money, I swear." Marco promised.

"How? Your company has being facing huge losses in the past few months and it would take at least three years to get back on your feet and pay me back my money, I simply do not have that amount of patience in me." Diego declared.

Marco shook violently, there was nothing or nowhere he could hide from the all-powerful Sanchez, he was doomed.

"Please." Marco whispered.

"Stop." Diego ordered the driver who complied.

Marco was sweating profusely, was he to be killed?

"Get out." Diego said firmly.

Marco didn't dare move for the unknown, he might just step out and be anonymously shot, that would be the end of him.

"I said get out!" Diego half yelled.

Marco scrambled out if the car and looked around suspiciously for a hidden snipper, he waited few seconds for a bullet to pierce his head but none came, the window wound down and Diego peered out.

"You have a day to repay my money else I'd have your family die right before you after which I'll feed you to my dogs." Diego threatened.

Marco shivered and still watched the road in terror after the Limousine had zoomed off, his debt was so huge that even if he sold his company shares at the lowest amount he could find; he still wouldn't be able to pay for it. Running away from the city was not an option as Diego would fish him out and kill him before he managed to leave.

He was finally doomed and no one would save him, he staggered back to the road and attempted to hail a cab, the limousine was in aight once more and Marco was confused, were they back to kill him? He looked around and saw that there was nowhere to run to or hide. They had chose the perfect spot to finish him off, no one would find his corpse in that secluded area.

The limousine stopped right beside him and Diego popped his head out of the window.

"How about you become my in-law in three days time?" Diego asked with a smile.

Marco was more scared now, Diego never smiled to anyone less behave nice to them.

"Ex.. excuse me?" Marco stammered.

"You have a son, you've pledged him to me moments ago remember?" Diego asked.

"I... I don't understand." Marco stuttered, he was evidently confused.

"You suggested I take your son and after thinking about it, I've agreed, I have a daughter who is unmarried and the only way to keep you in my clutches is to have your most priced treasure with me, you have just one son right? Let's see just how far you'll go to repay your debt just to save his life." Diego said announced.

"Sir." Marco said, lost for words.

"I'll send a car to your residence in three days, get him ready by then, he'll become my son-in-law." Diego said dismissively and once again, the limousine zoomed off.

Marco couldn't believe his eyes or ears and stood there transfixed for several minutes, his phone buzzed and he received with call with trembling hands.

"Sir, what do we do now? The board of shareholders wants to have a meeting with you?" Janet said over the phone.

"Reschedule it to tomorrow, I won't be coming in to the office today." Marco said and hung up.

Minutes later; a cab was in sight, Marco hailed the cab and went straight home. No one was home safe for his drunk wife who was making a fool of herself on the staircase, she laughed loudly as she saw him enter and staggered towards him.

"Darling..." Elena drawled.

"Get off me." Marco said harshly.

Elena rained kisses on his face and Marco was disgusted at the stench of alcohol oozing from her, he pushed her away and she fell to the ground.

"You little whore! See what you've done to us? You spent an entire fortune on gambling and boozing all day long now my life is on the line!" Marco shouted in frustration.

"What happened darling? What have I done?" Elena asked, still drunk.

Marco bent over and dragged her to stand on her feet.

"Diego Sanchez is on my neck, he wants his money back and I have stupidly pledged our son to him and now he's agreed that our son become his son-in-law in three days. We both know that's a suicide mission, what the hell am I supposed to do now?" Marco yelled.

He let go of Elena who staggered backwards and gasped, she became sober immediately she heard Diego, Marco ran his fingers through his hair in frustration he was at a crossroad and no matter what he chose, he was still in trouble.

"Diego Sanchez?" Elena asked in disbelief. "Our son".