Sinfully Yours by Mirah Selim (read e books online free .txt) 📗

Even Russians who never accepted their alliance saw something in Cyrus that they were ready to do business with him. Cyrus was someone different. More dangerous, more psychotic, more powerful. It wasn't easy to surpass him. And to his men, no one can ever replace him.

One of his men held his hand up wanting to talk which Cyrus permitted. "Boss I know you can never make decisions that can be harmful to our gang but none of us can take your place. No one can replace you. Even Creed sir can't reach your level than for all of us it's impossible to fight to take your place. Because Russians will never accept any of us. And we can't create enmity with them again." Cyrus coldly nodded at him acknowledging his concern as he knew he wasn't wrong.

"You're right but you don't have to worry about the next leader. I already have decided who will take my place. And I am sure you can trust my choice. Right?" Everyone nodded their heads without any hesitation. Cyrus finally stood up from his seat making them follow his lead.

"Before calling this meeting off. I will say only one thing this gang was made by my ancestors and I will always be there to help you guys whenever I could. And I will never select someone whose skills are inferior to mine in any way. So keep your trust in my ability and let me transfer this title to someone worthy of it." His men bowed their heads in respect and said in union.

"Yes, boss."

Grabbing the gun Creed followed Cyrus who left the meeting room reaching his office. His eyes instantly gestured to Creed who nodded his head.

"Yes, boss he is here. Should I bring him to you?" Cyrus hummed making Creed walk out.

Just after a few minutes, the door of the room got opened revealing a young man who had a hoodie over his head with a sword wrapped in a leather cover dangling over his back. He walked inside the office slowly removing the hoodie off his head making Cyrus finally have look on his face.

The boy in front of him was the epitome of good looks. His hair was falling over his eyes. But then Cyrus realized something as he walked near the young man. His eyes. His sharp eyes were bloodshot and looked tired. He looked almost lifeless.

"Cyrus Sylvester." Cyrus introduced himself making the boy nodded his head. Taking his tattooed veiny hand out he forwarded it to the young man.

"Ace Sullivan." The young man's husky voice entered his ears as he shook Cyrus's hand.

"What's that?" Cyrus questioned pointing at the sword on his back. The boy coldly looks at Cyrus before replying.

"Russians gifted me this as proof that they accepted an alliance with the gang it will be the boss." Cyrus hummed remembering that indeed Russians gifted him a knife as well which had their scorpion sign printed on it as acceptance proof.

"So Ace. I heard you successfully made Russians keep the alliance with you being a leader. How was it? " Ace's cold red eyes stared into Cyrus's without one ounce of fear.

"What do you think?" A small smirk appeared over Cyrus's lips as he finally accepted the fact his decision to select this boy as his successor wasn't wrong. He's perfect to be the next leader.

"I think, you did great." Ace's expressions didn't change as he kept eye contact with Cyrus's sinister eyes with his empty ones.

"I heard being a mafia boss was your ambition. But now you don't seem happy about it." Ace chuckled dryly looking at the bright window with his tired eyes.

"Once I wanted this seat for someone. But now I want this for myself. This is not my ambition but my need." Cyrus hummed staring at the young man who looked lost.

"I did give you a chance to back away but you didn't. Now you'll have no way out from this world." Saying that Cyrus held Ace's wrist pulling it up.

He removed the bracelet that his grandfather gave him when he become the leader of his gang. The bracelet and the brooch were specifically made for the leaders as a legacy.

Slipping the bracelet over Ace's wrist Cyrus looked into Ace's eyes that held no happiness, no enthusiasm. Nothing. It reminded him of himself. He was like this as well. But this boy seems to have some other problems. He looked like he had lost everything and this position was the only thing he wanted to gain now.

"This brooch I will give you when I will held a ceremony in your respect. I will announce you as a leader in that ceremony." Ace numbly nodded breaking his eyes away from the bracelet. He looked into Cyrus's eyes who held his head high keeping his hand over Ace's shoulder.

"Welcome in this world Ace Sullivan."

One month later.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes at Creed who was standing in front of him smiling awkwardly. "Shouldn't you be with your wife? I heard she just gave birth to a boy two days ago." Creed sighed in annoyance.

" That woman is the one who kicked me out saying I need to take you somewhere." Cyrus scrunched his nose in confusion.

"Where?" Creed shrugged off.

"Let's just go. You will know." Cyrus rolled his eyes nodding his head.

"By the way congratulations. Hopefully, your son wouldn't have a habit of attaching to his boss like a leech in the future." Creed glared at his back before making his way to the car.

Creed at first didn't quit his job as his training phase wasn't as fucked up as the leader had to take. Creed was an orphan who was forced into this world by Cyrus's father. Creed took the training with Cyrus. They both were close from their training days. Creed still remembers the time like it happened yesterday when Cyrus was trained like a dog.

He could still hear Cyrus's pained screams and could see his tortured battered figure after the training. Creed was trained to be Cyrus's right-hand man but after Cyrus took the position he didn't keep two men with him. He just selected Creed as his only trusted man.