The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

28 Bitter Taste

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Kai POV

We had just gotten home from a very tedious day in the city, Jason and Charlie had a board meeting that lasted 6 fucking hours at DuPont Enterprises. Meanwhile, Ben and I made our monthly trip around the city stopping at most of our businesses. It’s exhausting.

One of us always try to go into the city at least once a month and surprise our investments and businesses. We own most of the city by physical ownership of the real estate. We have many restaurants, clubs, bars, hotels and own most of the downtown office buildings. We also invest quite a lot of money in local businesses and provide added security for a price of course. We even own the police force. Corruptible bastards.

We enjoy making surprise visits the most. It keeps our employees and patrons on their toes and on their best behavior. You never know when the Blood Mafia is going to show up and if you anything less than our high standard, well we send clear and bloody messages to correct that mistake.

Ben and I found a handful of our businesses that needed a lesson of two. One local hotshot thought he could refuse our service. My bloody knuckles helped change his mind quickly. Not a bad day, just once again, exhausting.

We had all met up at DuPont headquarters and then proceeded home in our caravan of black bulletproof SUVs.

When we got home, we all headed down to Jason’s Black Office. Yeah, we have several offices in our mansion. The “Black‘ office is strictly mafia based and it’s Jason’s primary office. It’s smaller than our ‘Red‘ office which we all have a desk and the strategy board. We also have the ‘gold‘ office which is more like a board room and it’s where we prefer to have meetings with guests, associates, business partners. Charlie, Ben, and I also have our own offices here in the mansion as well as at the training compound. We not only control and run the city, but we have operations all over the world. Obviously we need our command centers.

Jason is very particular about who can enter the Black office. Only the top commanders meaning us and our seconds are the only ones allowed inside for security reasons. We also have some of our most deadly guards standing outside. for extra security.

Jason goes straight to the liquor cabinet while everyone gets a bit comfortable, most of us all taking off our ties and loosening our suit jackets, I sit next to Ben at the conference table. He and I begin to take care of the paperwork from our little excursions today, Ben inputs things into our software he created, it gets printed and then I have

to review and add additional detail, sign off on it, and then we upload it back into the database. It’s a simple process, but it does take time. We visited 22 companies today, so we have a lot to do.

Jason hands each of us a glass of bourbon before Jason heads over to his desk and begins to discuss some new weapons contracts with Charlie, Draco, Thomas, Theo, and Connor. Theo is the head of our security forces. Even though he primarily oversees the compound, he is always consulted when we have larger shipments and helps plan the security detail and transport route with Jason. Connor is Theo’s best friend and second in command.

It’s getting close to dinnertime, maybe an hour or so after we returned home, when we hear the intercom buzz.

“WHAT!” Roars Jason. He does not like to be disturbed. None of us do when we are working-

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