Chapter 13

Archer

“Here's the statistics of the last two months' performance. Last month's performance was better than the last two months’.”

I took the ipad from Ric and stared at the screen. He was indeed right. Our performance improved, all thanks to me.

I've been the brains behind this organisation all this while. Even my identity is hidden from most of the world because of what I do.

I enjoy my work even though my life is constantly in danger. To be honest, I have absolutely nothing to lose.

Maybe that is why I don't care much. I wouldn't mind dying because it wouldn't change shit.

The organisation would probably have a secret funeral for me and give my sister all kinds of gifts. She would cry a little and continue with her life because she knows not to waste her time on insignificant things.

At the end of everything, everyone would soon forget me and I would quickly get replaced. I'm sure Hugo would be more than glad to grab my position.

“That's good, I want those charts to keep on going up.”

“We have a tiny problem.”

“Shoot.”

“Raymond, the manager for E corp got fired.” My brows furrowed as I looked up at him. “What happened?”

“He was caught sexualy assaulting a woman. It looked like it was planned though. He's not innocent either, they found countless files of intimate pictures of women on his phone.

It was taken without their consent. He has been arrested also. He was also charged for having a relationship with a minor.

He's asking for help, what should we do?”

One thing I don't condone, and will ever will, is hurting children. I don't even care if it's an enemy's child. I would never endanger a child's life for selfish reasons.

Children are innocent, they have nothing to do with this dark world and it should stay like that.

That is why I really hate the Russians, because they do child trafficking. I can't interfere or anything. That would mean war and I don't think Don is ready for one given his condition.

I know that some of our people are doing it, and I can't do much because it'll only end in one of us losing our lives, and it wouldn't be me.

Which would be bad because it is forbidden to kill a fellow mafia member, you could lose your title, or worse, be executed.

“Ignore him.”

“Are you sure? We no longer have access to the E–”

“I said to ignore him, we'll find someone else. In the meantime he can rot in jail.”

He gave me a bashful nod and stopped talking. We were in the plane and on our way to Spain.

We booked first class so we had no disturbances. Normally we took our private jet but we were attacked last time and almost crashed because someone put a tracker in it, so this time we decided to be discreet.

We were able to come up with a plan about how to deal with that chief. I haven't had fun for a very long time. I'm sure this will be good.

The flight was long and tiring. Mostly because we were still working even though we were supposed to relax.

But that is my life now, I've become a workaholic, no I am a workaholic. This is how I've always been.

I can't sit there for hours without doing something. It always felt like I was just wasting precious time, and time is money.

So why waste time when I can make more money?

We finally arrived in Spain after a tiring flight. Ric had already hired cleaners to clean out our apartment in Spain so we just went straight to bed. It was relaxing.

*****

“The chief's daughter is called Wendy, she's 22 at the moment. She likes partying, she enjoys painting and she likes tango.” Ric read from his ipad. There's no information my men will ever miss.

No matter how buried it is, we always find it. I nodded slightly. “Is that all?”

“According to her posts on Instagram she just ended things with her boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. She's so childish. One thing you should never do, letting people know that you're vulnerable, it's a big mistake.

You'll end up getting used and tossed away like a tissue. This is why men take advantage of them.

I guess this is how most women are, childish and always seeking attention.

Now I have a better chance at approaching her because she's in a vulnerable state. Social media will be the downfall of some women.

“Continue,” I said as I sipped my cognac. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it was something I grew up with. It comforted me because I had no one, I made alcohol my comfort.

“She posted about a flyer recently, it looks like she'll be attending. And the party is tonight. Grande Parlour. That's the name of the place.”

A sly smile appeared on my face as I took another sip of my drink. “Um sir, Crystal just texted you.”

I let out a loud sigh and relaxed into my chair while massaging my temple. “Just ignore her, she's really getting on my nerves these days.”

“Are you sure? I mean she's pregnant with–” I immediately glared at him and he almost choked on his words. It's a good choice he stopped talking, I would've made him swallow each and everything he would have said.

It's good that Ric can read all of my moods and can tell when not to mess with me. I am very unpredictable.

“Before we started all this, I told her that it would not lead us anywhere. We're just having fun, and she agreed to it.

Matter of fact she begged me for this relationship even though I told her no countless times

So I don't give a damn if she's pregnant, that's her business.” I grabbed my drink and took another sip, letting the cold drink cool my throat, also at the same time burning it.

The sensation is what you would call pain in pleasure.

“But what would you do if the Don found out?” Ric asked in a concerned tone.

“What am I supposed to do? It's his daughter, they should take care of it themselves. I will never be with Crystal, that's final.”

“You don't mind your child being a bastard?” I raised a brow at him. “The last thing I want is to be with a woman like Crystal. She's an opportunist and also a manipulative bitch.

She wants something, and I'm not giving it to her. So she can go ahead and have a kid. I don't care.”

Ric nodded as his eyes drifted to his ipad. “Prepare something for me for tonight. I'm going to the Grande Parlour.”