Simon had no choice but to go back to the office and work there since it was necessary for him as the acting chairman of the board. His schedule was full, he had a meeting with the board of directors and he met with the head of finance in the company. It was still morning but Simon could already feel the exhaustion. Working in a corporate world was much more exhausting than working as a janitor in the hotel. He preferred those kinds of work. He entered his office and Elton was behind him. He was his temporary assistant until he could find someone who could do the job. He's been waiting for Janus’ call but he hasn’t heard from him yet.He sat on the swivel chair and closed his eyes, his headache was getting worse. “Coffee or vodka?” Elton asked. He was standing in front of his desk. “Vodka sounds better than coffee.” He rubbed his temple using his fingers. He just wanted to go home and take a rest. What happened in Seattle was still a mystery to him. Giovanni has no lead yet about
Simon was just in his office the whole day, he’s reviewing all reports from different departments and he’s not even halfway. He felt exhausted and he wanted to just go home and take a good hot shower. But he still has work to do. He was interrupted by a knock on the office door and Elton came in. “Sir, someone was looking for you. They said you gave them a calling card and give you a call if they are interested in finding a job.” Elton showed Simon the calling card. Simon wondered if it’s Janus. “There are two of them.” Elton continued. Simon realized who they are, those thugs he met at Janus’ apartment. He closed his laptop and leaned back in his swivel chair. “Send them in. And bring me a bottle of vodka, please.” Simon found comfort in alcohol. Whenever he felt exhausted, just a shot of vodka was enough to make him feel energized again. The door opened and Elton escorted the two thugs inside the office. They looked ignorant while they roamed their eyes inside his office,
Simon decided that he will stay in the office for the night until he finished all the paper work that needs his attention. He’s been busy with other things the past weeks and now that he’s back in the office, his workload piled up. Good thing Giovanni was there to help him with the paperwork when he was not around, but still, there were some papers that needed his signature. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, it’s almost nine in the evening and he hasn’t eaten anything since this afternoon. He was so absorbed with his work that he forgot to take his dinner. Simon pressed the bridge of his nose to reduce the pressure. He pulled his eyeglass and se it on top of the table. He needed a drink right now to ease the tension in his muscles. Leaving his swivel chair, he went to the mini bar inside his office. He made sure to have a stash of alcohol whenever he needed it. Vodka sounds better than dinner. He downed the contents of his glass in one go, and poured another before he went b
Gripping the steering wheel of the car that made his knuckles almost white, Simon drove his car at the very fastest it could get. The traffic rules are the last thing that he cared about in his state. He was enraged and at the same time he wanted to cry and shout in pure frustration. A distant memory came into his mind as he stepped into the gas, making his car fly in the busy streets of New York, several times he almost bumped into other cars but was quick to avoid it. It was his mother, her face was covered in blood, and it was dripping all the way into her body. Her eyes were open but empty, she’s not moving no matter how Simon calls and shakes her. He closed his eyes as those horrible memories assaulted him. He was not able to save her, he was powerless then, and a coward. And now his father. He died without him by his side. He died and Simon couldn’t even do something to save him, to try to stop what’s bound to happen. His jaw tightened as he gritted his teeth. The traitor.
The news about the death of one of the most powerful business men had spread and the media was so into it. They had done everything just so they can have Simon’s comment about the incident. It was suicide. That news broke and everyone was so curious as to what might be the possible reason why the most influential man in the business industry took his own life. The black coffin with gold details lay in the middle of the chapel where the funeral service was held. Businessmen from across the state arrived to pay their respect. Emiliano Morelli was not just a Mafia Lord to some people, he was a hero. He may be a ruthless lord in the underworld but he had helped a lot of people, he had saved them from death and poverty and he was actually not cruel to those who were not his enemies. The five families of New York arrived, and one of them was the Mancinis. Cassius Mancini, Simon’s godfather hugged him tight. The old man tapped his back to somehow give comfort to Simon. “I’m so sorry, so
After seven days of wake, Emiliano Morelli was brought to his final resting place. The burial ceremony was attended only by those who were close to the Morelli family, mostly from the crime families and their business partners. The sky poured heavily that day, it was like it mourned the death of a good and at the same time a ruthless man. The Mancinis stayed until the very end. Cassius tapped Simon’s death when the last shovel of dirt finally covered the coffin. Simon’s face was void of any emotions as he stared at the dirt. He didn’t show any emotions at all. He has been thinking these past few days. It was so unlikely for his father to take his own life. Simon had known his father all his life, and there was only one word to describe him, he’s a strong man. He’s not the dragon of the underworld for nothing. His feet padded on the wet soil as he walked back to where the cars had parked. It was funny that after a person’s death, he will be slowly forgotten until there’s nothing l
The five families that composed the Commission were from the wealthiest and most influential crime family in New York City. They were on the top of the game of the crime lords, the Bellagamas, Mancinis, D’ Angelo, Romano and the Morellis. The five big bosses were considered the gods in the underworld and the Commission was considered to be the governing body of all crime lords. Being able to get in the commission was not easy, you have to crawl your way to the top with the dirt and blood tainted in your hands. But being in the commission post a huge threat not just to the boss of the family, but as well as to the family. In an event where a certain family falls down from it’s power, the boss shall be stripped off his position and shall be replaced, making the game even more dangerous. Every crime family fought blood and sweat just to get the privilege of being part of the governing body. Three sleek, black cars lined up and sped their way, making the other cars slip on the side givi
All eyes focused on Federico as they waited for what he had to say. He sat at the farthest part of the table. Simon stared at Federico above his eyebrows. He was waiting for him to say the wrong words and the man would be done. His hand twitched as anticipation gripped him like an iron shackle. His father has chosen Federico as the Under Boss when his father became the Boss of the Morelli Crime Family. Simon was not yet born at that time, but his father had assumed the position after his father suddenly died of a brief illness. Simon didn’t actually care if the man was his father’s most trusted man, for him Federico couldn’t be trusted, his gut says so. Federico leaned on the table with both of his hands clasped together. The man had no emotions visible on his face, it was like he had perfected the art of concealing his emotions. Simon didn’t like it. It made him feel when he can’t read someone. A smile made its way towards Federico’s lips. Not a mocking smile, but it’s not since