Billionaire Flawed 2(99)

Thinking about not having enough shotguns to provide his clients’ requests triggered his fury. Damn cunts, he thought. He walked back and forth repeatedly, trying to calm himself down. But the hatred pre-conceived as a kid always got the best of him.

He threw his pistol against the huge mirror. The sound of the mirror shattering into tiny pieces irritated him even more, inclining his already flaming temper. He wanted everything to be perfect. He was very organized. One mistake could turn him into a monstrous creature that everyone feared. He believed he could obtain everything through violence. At least, that was what he learned as he grew up.

He looked at his wristwatch for the time before dialing a number on the telephone.

“Hello? Sam, are you there?”

Sam was the old fellow who introduced him to the industry of mafia. He was an American man who traveled to Russia for illegal trading. Learning Anton’s crestfallen childhood forced him to help him reach his ambitious dream.

“Oh, hello there Anton. What brought you here?” He asked.

“I’m still in Russia. I’m coming over to talk about important stuff. If you know what I mean.”

He did not want to be so specific about the topic. He knew there might be FBI spies listening on the line. He’d seen it happened before to one of his brothers, and he was too wise to be fooled.

“Yeah, I know what you’re talking about. Just pop in. You know where I live, right?”

“Alright. Thanks!” Then he hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.





Chapter Two

Under a tree, Tasia sat on one of the benches in the park close to her house in Chicago, waiting for her cousin to arrive. The sun was in its full glory as it cast its tentacles all over the place. Thank goodness, a southerly breeze came in and whispered to her, drying the droplets of sweat all over her face.

As she gulped the last drop of water, she heard someone slam their car’s door with a mighty bang. She had a suspicion it was him. He liked a loud entourage to grab ladies’ attention.

“I knew it was you,” Tasia said as she turned her gaze to Nigel.

His X-Large yellow hoody shone brightly against the rays of the sun. His jewelry spoke that he was rich, not just pretending, pure 18 karat gold. His original NY hat covered his patchy, severely curled hair. But his outfit did not quite compliment his dark and shiny skin.

“Hello there, cousin. How have you been?” He gave her a hug and kissed Tasia’s cheeks as a token of his appreciation to see her after years of without.

“I’ve been well. What about you?” She asked, although she already knew the answer.

“Can’t you see?” He spanned his arms, showing off his expensive attire.

“Yeah, I see….” She agreed as her head bowed repeatedly.

They sat together, letting the heat of the moment calm down. After a couple of minutes, he noticed she became quiet.

“Tasia, you’re ok?”

“Ha? Ah, yeah… I’m ok, Nigel. I’m just thinking of Mama.”

“By the way, how’s Aunt Tonya?”

“Yeah… she’s fine.” Tasia’s voice hinted resignation, which he quickly read. She could not lie to him. They grew up together, and he knew exactly that she had something in mind. Or otherwise, she would not have called him to meet up.

He was aware this was not just a casual meeting. She needed something.

“Tasia.” Nigel’s voice was stern.

“Yeah?” She lazily replied.

“Tell me the truth. Is everything fine with you and Aunt Tonya?”

“Ha?” She was shocked. Did he know already?

“Don’t lie to me. I knew something was up. What is it? Is it money?”

“Ummm… Actually, you’re right. It’s money. I don’t know if you already know but –“ She paused, thinking whether she should tell the truth or not.

“But?” Nigel extended his neck, waiting for her to continue.

“Mama is going to jail, and we’ll be evicted soon.” Tasia looked away, trying to restrain the tears welling up in her eyes.

“What?” He asked in disbelief. He’d never imagined them being destitute. As a young lad, he remembered her father giving him money just to attend school. His death was hard for him to accept, but ascertaining his beloved aunt would be imprisoned was even harder to take in.

“What happened?” He continued.

“Don’t ask!” Tasia said rudely, turning her back on him.

“Look, I don’t mean to offend you in any way, but I need to know how I could help you.”

“I need money. And I-I don't know where to get it. I don’t earn as much as you probably do, and all my wages go towards the bills. Oooh…. I don’t know what to do.” She cried silently, not wanting to attract anyone’s attention.