The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 8. Mafia Monarchs.

The news of Boss Tony's death quickly spread everywhere. No one could believe that two upstarts out of nowhere were the new owners of the entire mafia business in the country.

But it was time to take the business into a much more legal realm. Like Charles Ballmer, Araña and Curtis considered the possibility of opening a national company.

"What do you think?" Araña asked, showing an elegant office to Curtis.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Curtis, do you really plan to spend your whole life killing people and selling drugs on the streets?"

"It's the only thing we know how to do."

"Think about it. We can continue being the biggest and most respected mobsters, and we can also be refined entrepreneurs."

"You and I have no idea how the business world works."

Araña smiled at him for a moment.

"You know so little about me, Curtis... you offend me."

"Let me guess," Curtis said, "you already have it all figured out?"

"Exactly."

Araña walked to her desk, and pressing a button, she contacted her secretary.

"Whitney, can you bring him in, please."

"To whom?" Curtis asked, puzzled.

"Take it as a gift from me to you," Araña said, preparing for the surprise.

Charles Ballmer entered through the door, and Curtis couldn't believe it.

"Hello... Curtis," Charles Ballmer said, totally embarrassed.

"Mr. Ballmer, what are you doing here?"

"Mr. Ballmer?" Araña immediately exclaimed while laughing with disbelief, "I can't believe you're still this parasite's lapdog."

"Well, then tell me what this... Parasite, no offense, Mr. Ballmer, is doing here in our company," Curtis asked.

"I told you, Curtis. This son of a bitch is an opportunist; he'll always be on the side of whoever holds the power."

"I still don't understand."

"Very easy, Curtis. This idiot came to pay homage so we don't kill him like we did Boss Tony. He has offered to give us free advice for our company."

"That's excellent news, Araña. Who better than Charles Ballmer himself to guide us in this new venture?"

"Stop talking like a whore, Curtis. No respect for this parasite," Araña demanded.

"But you just said he'll be part of our organization, meaning he'll be one of us."

"Yes, but not so fast, Curtis. This little one knows perfectly well that in this mafia world, you always have to start from the very bottom, isn't that right, little Charles?"

Araña held Charles Ballmer's cheek with her fingers, as if he were a baby.

"I'll do whatever," Charles Ballmer said, fearing for his life and his family's.

"What do you think, Curtis? I told you that someday I would help you avenge all these humiliations that the Ballmer family inflicted on you," Araña said.

Curtis began to remember all the humiliations the Ballmer family had caused him in the past, and once again, that fury consumed him. The same fury that engulfed him when he killed those three men in the Imperial Casino, and it was also the same when he assaulted Kim Ballmer's room.

"I leave it in your hands," Curtis said, full of courage.

"Charles Ballmer, are you ready to be part of Araña's great mafia?"

"I already told you, I'll do whatever," Charles Ballmer said resignedly.

"My good friend Curtis needs a comfortable chair to rest his feet... You could start by being Curtis's stool," Araña said.

"Is this a joke... right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Araña said, completely expressionless.

Charles Ballmer looked at Curtis' face, perhaps hoping for a bit of mercy, but Curtis had already filled himself with hatred, expecting to get some revenge after enduring so much abuse and humiliation from the Ballmer family.

Charles Ballmer had no choice but to kneel in front of Curtis and then pretend to be a stool for Curtis to rest his feet on his back.

It seemed that there were no more rivals for these two. Their empire began to grow overwhelmingly, and no one could do anything to stop it.

Within the first year in the mafia business, Curtis and Araña had managed to kill half of all their enemies and persuade the other half to join them. Every teenager in the country wanted to try their forbidden products, and they even succeeded in making the police work for them.

The mafia split into three major clans, all of which answered to the Araña-Curtis clan: the Royal clan, the Alpha clan, and the Omega clan. Each of these clans came from powerful families, but none of the three surpassed the power of Araña and Curtis.

Finally, the day arrived when all clans had to swear loyalty to Araña, and a gigantic celebration was organized at her mansion.

"The Piveta family, owners of the Royal clan. Their leader, Mike Piveta," said Curtis.

The Pivetas were three very attractive siblings who always dressed elegantly. The three Piveta siblings bowed to Araña to show their commitment and loyalty.

"I knew your father, Boss Araña; he was a great man," said Mike Piveta.

"Yeah, and that's why I killed him," Araña replied without any remorse. "Next."

"Ballmer family, owners of the Alpha clan."

"Always at your service," said Charles Ballmer bowing before Araña, as he had done a thousand times before.

"You better be, little one," Araña said, smiling in a threatening manner. "And finally... the Novikov family, owners of the Omega clan. Their leader is Vladimir Novikov."

Mr. Novikov was a Russian man who had worked for Boss Tony for many years, but now he was ready to swear loyalty to Araña.

"For many years, I worked for your greatest enemy, but today I stand before you to offer my loyalty, not just for myself, but for the safety of my daughters."

Mr. Novikov pointed towards the door, and through it entered two beautiful women.

Karenina, 17, was a beauty in her own right, but it was Veronika, 22, who would immediately catch Araña's attention.

She was the most beautiful woman Araña had ever seen in her life. Her blue eyes were the most striking in the world to her.

For the first time in her life, Araña felt those fam

ous butterflies in the stomach everyone talked about. It was magic, it was glorious, it was love at first sight.