Doted On By The Mafia Boss

Jack and Bee sat down on the bench by the window, the sun was close to setting and the whole forest was dusted with the golden sunlight. The evening breeze swept away Bee's messy hairs as she sat across the assistant, anticipating for what he had to say. Clouds of nostalgia highlighted Jack's professional features; it was Bee's first time seeing him portraying something else than his usual coldness.

Jack and Ryan were both stunning people, it was just that Ryan possessed a demonic charm and aura while Jack looked more of a workaholic. If both were made to stand for an auction together, most women would go for Ryan as that man looked dangerous but was naturally more charming. It was the halo that distinguishes men from each other and the aristocratic one that the Boss had was one that was rare to be found.

The man looked outside the window, gazing at the never ending beauty of life. He started, "Me, Ryan and Catherine were childhood friends; we got to know each other as our fathers were friends with each other."

"When we were young Ryan and I would always laugh about our unpredictable fate; we had this risky future and none of us could predict if we will be living or dead the next moment. But Catherine... She was different than all of us!"

"We always thought that I and Ryan would be the one embracing death sooner than anyone but fate was cruel... And it was that innocent soul who bid good bye to us first."

...

Eleven years ago, Barcelona.

"Get ready, son. We have to go to the company today." Richard Neguyen, Ryan's father, was sitting on the sofa having his morning read when he saw ten year old Ryan walking into the house after his morning training session. The boy had a striking resemblance to his dad who himself was a very handsome man but unlike his father who would at least smile every now and then the boy was extremely poised and silent as if he were mum.

was wearing nothing but his tracks and a vest which was now drenched off his sweat, around his waist tied was his jacket which he was too tired to hold in his arms. The boy was young and was not even a teenager yet buy years of strict military training had helped him shape his body. His body was carved perfectly at the right amount

shoving his

at his son who was protesting silently; this kid... He

taking you; Mr. Silva is our business partner and is an old friend of your dad. You better get accustomed to everything lest you

and at the same time entered another figure close to Ryan’s perfectness. “Hello, Mr. Neguyen.” Jack removed his hood and wished the man; Richard greeted him back. Jack took the glass of water he was offered to by the maid and taking

returned from training.” Mr. Neguyen replied the young lad but for some reason Jack frowned. Both Jack and Ryan trained together but today the trained had let the go

he went in to discover Ryan wrapped in nothing but a towel. His hairs were wet which indicated that he was just out of the

you for one whole hour?” Jack asked while making

replied as if it was

a sour face, in a hushed voice that was hardly audible he said, “Hey... Are you crazy? Your father said we are not allowed to use gun until we are at least 12.” Ryan shrugged carelessly and replied, “I lack patience to wait for that long.” He wore his jeans and black t shirt before adding, “Moreover, we are not safe. We have witnessed

take it easy, pal.” Jack commented hysterically seeing how serious

was against going to the company his father still took both of them to the Silva’s. Sitting at the back of their private black Porsche Ryan was listening to songs when Jack mischievously removed his ear pods; the boy did receive a cold stare from Ryan but

a tall sky kisser with handsome interface. Said to be one of the elegant business structures in Barcelona Silva’s stood like a royalty in the heart