Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old man, sat in his office on the fifth floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had blue eyes, short black hair, and several tattoos on his body. His right arm bore a cross tattoo, and on his left arm was an eagle tattoo. Two women’s names were tattooed on his right chest.
Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his community. He ruled the secret mafia world and cartel in Northwind Town.
Inside his office, Damian wore a black suit and sat at his desk, going through his laptop to check his other coded business.
His office was painted white. A knock on the door interrupted him.
“Boss, Mr. Max Dawson is here to see you,” his assistant, Jeff Brody, stepped inside and informed him.
Damian sighed. His father had just handed over the head position to him. He looked over at Jeff and replied, “Let him in.”
Mr. Max Dawson, a businessman involved in illegal dealings, entered Damian’s office. Damian made no attempt to stand or shake hands with him.
“What do you want?” Damian asked, still seated in his chair, and continued clicking on his laptop.
Mr. Max swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat, knowing that doing business with Damian was more difficult than it had been with Damian’s father, Mr. Mark Tucker. The Tucker's name alone inspired infinite fear in the other groups.
“It’s business, Damian,” Mr. Max replied. “It’s a dealing worth 10 million dollars.” He was pleased when he saw Damian look away from his laptop and shift his gaze to him.
“Sit,” Damian gestured to the middle-aged man. “Go on,” he ordered. Mr. Max went into detail about what the business was all about.
Damian listened with keen interest. “So what do you need my assistance for?” he asked.
“As the mafia boss, I don’t want the other groups to interfere in this business, and I will need your assistance to loan me money to proceed with it,” Mr. Max explained.
Damian was interested in this business; however, he had other ulterior motives. Dealings like this, he would personally handle them instead of passing them over to his group to take care of.
“I will lend you the money, but you must promise to pay it back with interest,” Damian said. “I don’t care if the business works out or not. All I care about is my money.”
Mr. Max nodded. “You have nothing to worry about, Damian. I will pay you back, but I will need your assistance with it,” he replied, sitting across from Damian, who was staring at him.
“Don’t worry. I will have Jeff assist you. First, sign the deal.” Damian offered the document to Mr. Max to sign and to loan him the money. His mind worked in mysterious ways as he focused his attention on the man who reached for a pen and signed the deal.
“Done,” Mr. Max said with a broad smile on his face as he rose to leave Damian’s office.
“I will be looking forward to the repayment date,” Damian stated.
Mr. Max nodded and left after the deal ended. Damian kept thinking about the deal worth ten million dollars.
“I cannot allow Mr. Max to have that kind of money,” Damian thought. “It will invoke the higher authority’s knowledge on us, so I have to take care of it.” A smirk played its way up his lips, and he called Jeff back into his office.
“Take care of Mr. Max’s business and ensure that the money gets transferred to my offshore accounts.”
“Okay, Boss.” Jeff’s eyes widened in surprise, but he dared not question Damian’s orders. He looked up to him as an older brother and was only two years younger. He went to do as told.
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Four months later, Mr. Max was heartbroken to see that the business hadn’t gone as planned. After loaning money from the ruthless mafia boss, he had only a year to pay off the 10 million dollars he had borrowed.
“Honey, what’s the problem?” Jennifer Dawson came into the room. She was a middle-aged woman, 45 years old, and she looked at her husband, who paced about worriedly.
“I am finished!” Mr. Max said, placing his hands on his head.
“You cannot be finished, honey. Talk to me.” Lady Jennifer tried to beg her husband, but he said, “I shouldn’t have trusted that son of a devil. Doing business with his father hadn’t been bad. Our dealings hadn’t been hijacked by the police, and now I have lost everything I worked hard for.”
Mr. Max was on the brink of tears. He shouldn’t have trusted Damian to handle the business for him. The man was still young and new as a mafia group leader.
“Calm down, honey. Talk to me.” Lady Jennifer tried to talk her husband out of his misery, but he smacked her hand away and shouted at her, “Don’t touch me! Where do I get 10 million dollars to pay the T-Group?”
“The T-Group. Who are they? Calm down, honey. We can raise the money. Where did you borrow such money from? Why would you even borrow such a huge amount of money? For gambling?” Lady Jennifer asked, shocked to hear the huge amount her husband mentioned.
But he told her, “Get out of my room. I don’t have time to explain anything to you. Just leave me alone. If I don’t raise that money in a year, they will come for us—all of them—and you need to leave with our children. They shouldn’t return back here. I am finished.”
Lady Jennifer stubbornly shook her head and told her husband, “I cannot leave you to die alone, honey. You cannot turn me into a widow at this young age. You shouldn’t have borrowed the money in the first place. Calm down. We can see how to raise the money.”
Mr. Max went to his home office, leaving his wife alone in their bedroom, and she paced around, wondering what was wrong with her husband.
That night, Lady Jennifer exited her room and saw her youngest daughter, Alicia, in the living room.
“What’s going on, Mom?” Alicia asked, rising fron the couch. “I heard you and Dad arguing?”
Alicia was a 19-year-old girl. She was a nursing student and hadn’t graduated yet. She had fair skin, long blonde hair, and resembled her mother.
“It’s your father. He loaned 10 million dollars, and now he has lost everything.” Lady Jennifer cried, and Alicia collapsed on the black couch.
“What?! 10 million dollars. Where do we start paying off such a huge amount of money? Oh no! We are doomed, Mom, if Dad cannot pay that off.” Alicia joined her mother in crying in the living room. They were rich, so why would her father go to loan such a huge amount of money?
It meant they would sell off all their properties. But would it be enough to pay off such a huge debt? Alicia cried.
