Billionaire Flawed 2(98)

“I’m Anton Belinsky. A famous billionaire. A leader of the notorious and most feared mafia in the world. That child was dead, long time ago. I’m alive. Free. Successful. No one could beat me down anymore. No one. No one.”

However hard he tried to forget his past, it would always grab hold of his foot, pulling him down. Unless he learned to forgive. Only then he would find an inner remission that would set him free eternally from the bondage of his oppressed childhood.





Chapter One



Ripping the envelope, the sound of tearing paper increased her blood pressure. As she pulled the letter from its shelter, her hands quaked in great fear. She knew what it was. Something she foresaw coming. Something she’d been praying not to happen.

“Oh, please….” She cried out as she saw the Eviction Letter with her mother’s name on it.

“Mama…..” She called out. Her voice’s wavelength echoed all over the street.

Drinking coffee while watching her favorite program on T.V, she was perplexed to hear her daughter’s ear-splitting scream. What happened? She thought, alarmed that something was not right in the kitchen.

“What? Did you burn the patties I told you to cook for breakfast?” She asked, eyes wide open.

“No!” She replied, annoyed that she was oblivious to what was happening. “Did you know about this?”

Her mother knew exactly what she was talking about – it was fairly obvious. “Tasia. Look…..” She tried to explain, but Tasia cut in, exasperated that anytime soon, she might find her mother residing with other inmates.

“No. You know all about this, don’t you? Don’t lie to me.” Tears began to escape her eyes.

“Have a sit-down dear. I know you’re disappointed in me, but let me explain everything.”

“No! I don’t wanna hear your lies again. I’ve had enough of it. You told me you were not gonna gamble again. And yet, you did. How could you?” She cried in complete sadness as she imagined her mother being in jail.

“Please, sit down.”

Not knowing what to do, she was forced to sit down and hear her mother’s plea.

“Since your father died, I’ve been really lonely. Gambling is my only therapy, and you know that. I didn’t know what to do. I gambled what was left to us in hope to make it grow, and it did. That’s why I got you through to college.”

“I know that. But you told me you’re gonna stop.” Tasia cut in.

“Darling, you must understand that I’ve been really depressed lately when you were gone doing you studies. I couldn’t stay home. I’d go mad. Is that what you want? Tell me?”

Tasia felt what her mother was going through. She’d been there. She knew how it felt to be left out and abandoned. Of course, it was miserable. Who would want to be in that position? “So, what do we do now?”

“We’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about it so much. It’s my problem. It’s not yours to solve.”

Really? How could you say that? Tasia asked her mother in her thoughts. She was everything to her. And she would do almost anything to protect her. That was the promise she had made before her father died. A promise she had to keep.



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Anton was wiping his .30 Carbine pistol when the brothers arrived from hunting. Raising his gun up slightly, he mirrored what they were doing through the shiny surface of his silver pistol.

“So how many did you manage to hunt?” He asked, wondering how much money they would earn out of the illegal weapons his brothers managed to trade.

“A couple.” One of them spoke.

“Give me the details.”

“20,000 pistols. 30,000 armalites. 15,000 shotguns. And 10,000 missiles.”

“Is that all?” He asked. His voice sounded like he was angry.

“Yes… We couldn’t convince the idiots to give us more shotguns. Instead, they gave us missiles.”

Turning around to face them, his face expressed a hint of danger. The brothers felt the sting of his stare.

“What are you gonna do with those freaking missiles? You all know not many wanted that crap. I told you to get shotguns, as many as you possibly can.”

“That’s the thing. They’ve run out. Oh, well. At least, that’s what they’ve said.”

“Assholes…. You should’ve blown their heads off.”

He turned again to put his pistol away.

“Go. Find our clients. Make sure you don’t mess up this time. Or otherwise, I’ll definitely blow all your heads off.”

The brothers were shocked. Fear clouded the atmosphere. They knew he was serious. A powerful and candid person like him could do almost anything with his money. They knew they were no match for him. One word – they might breathe their last.