His Purchased Wife

Liam eyed the huge table between him and Ethan. He was truly the man everyone said he was, cruel and brutal. No exaggeration, the man was the dark king of Churchill through and through.

The respect he had for Ethan increased at this moment. After his father, he might be the only man who impressed Liam with his darkness.

The same darkness which was inside him.

The other man eyed Liam, assessing not only his body but soul too. Liam's confidence ingrained Ethan, he could see the same madness he once saw in his own eyes. There was only one thing different, today Ethan's body was on high alert.

Oh, No, Not because he feared that Liam would attack him. No one dared to do that if the person was in the right mindset. He was on alert because he could sense that Liam could be the foe, and a dangerous one to add.

Ethan knew how to protect his territory, he had done that but the darkness in Liam's eyes told him that he wouldn't be a fair player like his father. He couldn't risk the war with Montreals, not when Mexicans were biting his ass off but that doesn't mean he would bow down to this young boy. Oh, no, not at all, Ethan King would never bow to anyone and certainly not to this youngster.

Liam could see the little wheels turning in Ethan's mind. He needed to know that Liam was not someone to be taken evasively. He might have not taken the chair of the boss yet but he was in the Mafia since he could remember. He knew all the rules not that he liked them, or played by them but the knowledge was something that kept him moving in the business.

"You entered my territory, without my permission, demanded a meeting with me for what, sitting on the chair quietly, boy?" Ethan jabbed, Provoking Liam intentionally.

Liam's body stiffened at the insult. He fisted his hand to stop it from twitching. He reminded him to stay cool but he was losing it, his mind was losing the calmness.

Liam leaned back in the chair, leisurely. Oh, he knew the rules, others learned them but he was born into them.

The most important rule of the Mafia: Never let your emotions show on your face.

to show respect. To say that I am

any way you want,

could observe it. He had not expected it, not everyone could dare to insult Ethan, that too

or peace. I came here to show my respect to my counterpart again, and

in them at the same time but he wouldn't accept a young lad come to his office and insult him.

you, my decision Boy, if you want to trade your goods in my territory, you have to pay me the tax. Fifty percent of what

be so hard. Guess, people

"We had this understanding…"

with your father, Not you. If you want to trade in my

shifted in his seat. He was on the verge of losing his composure

running a government here, Ethan. Fifty percent is hype!" He

lips. "In Churchill, I am the bloody government. You want to enter my market,

a breath. "Pay up, hm!" Liam pulled out his phone from his coat. Dialled his brother Ralph, put it on

could play dirty,

"Liam…" Ralph answered.

the consignment that belonged to Churchill, Evacuate the

rage. Thomas shook his head ever so slightly, requesting Ethan to stay cool when Ethan was on the verge of pulling his gun on

on this with

it was Liam who had this smirk on his lips. He got what he wanted, leaning back in his chair leisurely, " Right, but I will be the new boss, so my rules in my territory, Ethan. You see, this was just to show that I could play any way you want me to. I already told you that I respect you but don't take

eyes. He didn't want to fight a two end war. "Status quo, Liam. That's the only thing you