Irresistible Invitations

ZACHARY

“Go and find him!” I ordered my boys. Without wasting any more time, they ran out of the room, looking for the person I wanted in front of me at any cost.

I was tired and felt restless as I hadn’t slept in two days.

After the conversation with that woman, my wife, I returned to my room to get some rest. But fate brought me a new problem.

One heck of a problem.

I sighed as I leaned against the wall, raking a hand through my hair.

If anything was changing in my life, it was my patience.

I had been growing impatient lately, and with time, my impatience was taking the shape of anger. I couldn’t bear a single human who didn’t work according to my rules, let alone against me.

I would shoot that person right in the head without even giving them any time to explain or save themselves.

Day by day, I had been growing into a violent man, but I truly didn’t care. I only cared about my rules and the fact that things should always go my way.

If unplanned scenarios occurred, they irritated me immensely, resulting in the death of the person behind such disturbances.

The ringing of my phone broke me out of thought.

“Not again!” I muttered as I picked up the call, even though I wanted to reject it desperately.

“What is it?”

“Is that a way to talk to your father?” My father spoke from the other end with his usual, business-like cold tone.

“I don’t have time for this all. Just tell me, what do you want?”

There was silence for a few moments before he asked the question that I had been anticipating.

“I heard that you got married. Is it true?” he asked with a calm tone, but I could sense a hint of anger in his voice.

I rubbed my forehead and raked a hand through my hair.

“Is it true?” he asked again, feeling impatient.

“Yes, it is true.” I enunciated his words and rolled my eyes. I prepared myself for the tantrums to arrive.

“May I ask what made you marry in such a hurry that you didn’t even think to inform your parents, let alone invite them?” he asked, his voice brimming with anger.

I chose to stay quiet as I knew he wouldn’t understand a thing in his anger.

I heard him taking a deep breath before continuing.

“Who is that girl?” he asked in a plain tone.

“You don’t need to know,” I said as I pulled the drawer open and took out my iPad.

“I must know everything you do, and I want to know about this as soon as possible. This is about my son who is running my business now, and if think you are the boss, then you are wrong.

“I will always be the real boss, and you are my only heir. So, everything that might hamper years of hard work will always be my concern. I will not let you ruin it. And you marrying some woman just like that is my concern.”

I placed the iPad back on the table as his words struck a nerve.

“What I do and what I do not is never of your concern, neither is it, nor will it ever be. And stop worrying about the business, because I am the one who is ruling now.

“You are retired. Go take a vacation to some island with mom. I can take care of all this by myself. Stop interfering now.”

I hung up on him and threw the phone on the table.

Every time I talk to him, I get a headache.

“Sir?” I looked up to see one of my men standing in the doorway, holding a gun in his hand.

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“We found a suspect. He is in the basement. I think you should handle this now,” he said. I walked out of the room with him following me.

“Who is he?” I asked as we entered a secret room, punching the code on the wall. The door slid open, and we entered a dark hallway. Everything about my place was secretive. It was always like this.

Perks of being a mafia boss.

But the world didn’t know about this. I was a simple billionaire with a successful business for those who didn’t know the real Zachary Udolf Sullivan.

My middle name, Udolf, means wolf, which sits perfectly with my personality.

The name was given by my grandfather, who was currently living on a private island and enjoyed his old days with grandma and my cousins with no relation to the mafia world.

My grandmother wanted my cousins to live like normal humans, away from all this violence.

She even tried to discourage me from all this, but being the only heir of a great mafia leader, my father, I was required to take this responsibility.

Hence, I had to live a double life, wherein I was a successful businessman who earned fame, while also being a mafia boss and involved in illegal activities and ruling the underground.

Somehow, I had succeeded in living both lives, but I didn’t know for how long I could manage to do that. I predicted that someday or somehow, my real identity would be out in the open, and I didn’t know how to cope with that.

But for now, I only concentrated on the day at hand.

Basically, I had no bright future.

I envied my grandfather. He was also one of the mafia bosses, and might I say a very feared one. He ended his career by transferring his post to his heir, my father, but not in a normal way.

To the world, the most wanted and feared Mafia leader, Avim Ben Gon, had been shot dead by the force during the Peace meet.

Silly people didn’t even know that it was all planned from the beginning. For Grandfather, it was his retirement, and of course, he could not retire like a normal employee. He had to make a grand exit, which he did.

And of course, Avim Ben Gon, a Hebrew name, was his pseudonym. His real name was…

Well, let’s forget about it for now.

I had heard many things about Avim, especially about how ruthless he was and how he murdered people. Sometimes, it was even said that he raped women.

But I had been told by my grandmother that Grandfather was the sweetest man she had ever met, and these were all rumors to provoke fear in people’s minds.

He always respected women, and that is why she fell in love with him and decided to live the rest of her life with him.

If it wasn’t for my grandmother, I would have believed all those rumors. Being a mafia boss was not easy. We only needed one thing: power.

Power caused people to fear us, letting us rule over them.

“It’s one of his men, Sir. We found him today in our territory. He was probably here to get some information about our moves,” he spoke, and I nodded.

I believed I found a way to free myself from the headache. I had suffered enough.

With respect to violence, I was always an excited being.

It was time to see fear in the eyes of that man who thought he could spy on me.

“Oh, how stupid!” I smirked as I witnessed the sight before me.

A man dangled from the ceiling with his hands tied, his eyes covered with a blindfold.

He had been beaten already as blood was oozing out of his head and forearms.

“Well, hello!” I spoke from the darkness as I entered the dimly lit room toward my prey, who whimpered hearing my voice.

“I hope you had a nice day here!” was my only remark as I got nearer to him.