Arranged To Marry The Enemy (a Mafia story) by Zainab Ajike (books for men to read .TXT) 📗

Chapter Six

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Knowledge will give power, but character will give you respect.

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Roman's point of view:

 

"We need more flour for the preparation of griddle cakes and some desserts. We are out of flour, you know how your family members like griddle cake. I have to make dozens of it." My mom, Anya Anton said.

This woman always treat me like I am a child child or a messanger.

"Mom, do you realise you are ordering a whole Don to buy you flour" I boasted.

"No matter your position, you are still my son. So, I can send you on errands any how I like" she said as she slapped my left cheek gently with her hand full of flour.

"Mom!" I whined.

"Go quickly, we are running out of time." She said as she continues kneading dough.

I might be the toughest guy you have come across or at work but I am the softest and the most caring guy when it comes to my mom and sisters. I don't joke with that gender.

"Okay ma" I said as I took my car keys and went out. 

I can't believe mom, there are so many staffs that she can send the errand but instead she sent me, a whole Don.

"Where are you going?" My sister, Isabella asked me when I got to the living room.

"Mom sent me an errand" I complained to her.

"Oh! You don't need to brag about your status in this house because we know you till the very end" she teased me.

"Shit the fuck up Bella" I said as I went out to the parking lot. I unlocked my my Bentley and got in, then I drove off.

"Is these all you need sir, you can go through the shelves for things" A female attendant said to me. She has been following me around since I entered this store like she is glued to me.

I know her motives, she is trying her best for me to notice her. Like who wouldn't want to flirt with a handsome, rich guy especially when he is hot.

But the truth is that, I will just fuck her and dump her. I am not so good to that extent.

"I am okay with the flour" I told her as I proceeded to the cashier. 

"Do you mind if I give you my number? She asked she pulled the cart along with her.

I gave her my phone so she could punch her number there.

She gave my my phone back.

"Give me a call, I will be expecting you" she said and she left after my goods on the counter.

"Cash?" The cashier asked.

I handed her my black credit card. She glanced at me before collecting the car from me. She must be surprised to see that.

"Here you go sir" she handed me the back my credit card, my receipt and a paper. I checked the paper, number and a name was scribbled on in it, how did she do that in a short of time? I didn't even notice she was writing something. I glanced at her in surprise. She smirked at me.

I will only make you guys my mistresses, I am not in for a relationship and Moreover they are not my type. I prefer models.

One of their security men helped me with the goods I brought. He assisted me with putting the bags of flour inside my car. I got inside my car after  my goods were placed inside and drove off.

The aroma of my favourite street dish, Pirozhki hit me from the opposite direction of the store, so I drove there.

I can't believe that man is still selling his street food at this place. I always buy pirozhki from him since when I was a child.

I moved out of my parent's house after I succeeded in my crude oil business. I used my first gain to purchase a house for my self, that was about nine years ago. I was eighteen then.

I packed my car at the parking space nearest to the place I am going. I walked down to the man.

"(Privet muzhik) Hello man" I said to him as I looked at my favourite.

"(ey, samoye dolgoye vremya) Hey, longest time" he replied me. He is my best seller. He must have missed me.

"That's true. I want to buy some pirozhki, two dozens" I said as I picked one a piece and tasted it. I moaned at the the taste. This man is my favourite.

"Just have some of it already, sit down there" he said,there is a table and chair beside his little store. He served three pirozhki for me. So, I took my time in eating it.

You don't have to judge me about this dude if me. When I was younger, my dad used to bring me out to know about the street, the people there and their food.

"Yes sir, I am already at their street. All I need is to find a way to enter their house and blow it off. The Anton will never see this coming" A man, just few inches from me said while receiving a call.

He wants to destroy my family?

Let's see how you will be able to do that.

"My men are around the corner, they have a family dinner  tonight, so we can disguise as waiters" he said again.

I can't take this any longer.

"Okay bye, I will call you if the job is done." He cut the call and came nearer.

"Two pirozhki, please?" He said to the seller.

"Sure"

He sat near me after he purchased his pirozhki, devouring it like no tomorrow. Luckily for me, he placed his phone on the table. I stood up as I took his phone without his consent.

"Take him to the basement, call all your men to catch all his stupid men. No one must escape" I said to the pirozhki seller.  He is one of my men. I have men all over. Don't be surprised if I tell you I have this Russia under my feet. 

He thinks getting my family is that easy, blyad!

"Yes, Don" he bowed a little.

"Here is your money for the pirozhki" I gave him ruble bill and went away. 

My phone rang in my back pocket, I removed it and accepted the call.

"I have to news for you. Good news and a bad news, which one do you want first. Let me start with the good news because the bad news is quite worst" Denis said over the phone.

"Proceed" I encouraged him.

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