CHAPTER 107 - New Management

"Aaaaaaaah, fuck, Aaaaaah," he groaned.

Scream

"Get the pants off this bastard!" the security guard nodded, acting swiftly.

"And this is for thinking that having a penis makes you better than a woman!" I declared. With a precise sword strike, I cut his penis. He fell immediately, fainting from the immense pain.

"Throw him to the dogs, my faithful companions. I hope I've been quite clear now!" I stated.

"Yes, ma'am!" they all echoed in unison, like a choir. I left the scene and went straight to my room. I picked up my phone, but there were no messages or calls from Dom. I'm starting to get worried. I decide to take a shower, and as I come out and change, I receive a call from my sister.

Call On

"Souer, how I've missed you!" Yara greets excitedly.

"Both of us."

"What's wrong? Your voice sounds down."

"It's nothing."

"I don't know why you're trying to lie to me... Forgot that I'm being trained to detect lies now, that I know you so well? What's wrong? Does it have to do with your new position?"

"No, actually, it's been more peaceful than I expected. I have everyone's respect, and I'm gradually making changes around here. Occasionally, some idiot shows up trying to be stronger than me..."

"But we know that's impossible!"

I chuckle at her comment, even though I agree.

"Exactly. So I put them in their rightful places. In the end, everything works out."

"So, is it about Dom?"

"Yes! Since I took over the mafia here in France, he's been acting strange. We've grown apart a lot... He's indifferent, rarely around. When I mention meeting up, he comes up with some excuse... Could it be that after everything, we're losing each other?" I let my worries slip.

"I'm sorry about this situation. Dom would be a complete idiot to lose you!"

I sigh, lost in my thoughts, until Yara speaks up.

"I have news!"

"Anything about Micael?"

Yara seems uncomfortable on the call for a moment.

"No. I'm taking a two-day break. I'll be arriving tonight. I want to meet you to quench this longing!"

"It would be great to distract myself from all of this."

"Perfect. So get ready and look stunning, babe. Meet me at the address I'll send you through a message... Now I have to go, be even more beautiful!"

"Uh, I'll do my best... But why..."

"Kisses, love you."

She hangs up. I find her behavior strange, but Yara didn't give me a chance to question it. I spend the rest of the day resolving some mafia issues and get ready to meet her. Just before leaving, I grab my phone and send a message.

Message On

"Is everything okay?"

He sees it without responding, which deeply irritates me... But I've decided that today, I'll distract my mind...

POV: ADAM

"Over the past few months, everything has been a roller coaster since Davina's departure. I feel a tremendous emptiness and a constant lack of purpose. Despite maintaining daily contact and seeing each other at least twice a month, it still felt insufficient. It's as if I'm losing myself again, and everything I do lacks meaning. I immersed myself in work, keeping her slightly at bay to prevent her from witnessing my regression. I knew that would worry her and that she would come running from England.

'I respect your position, your strength, the incredible person you've become..., but I need her more than ever, I need my wife, the woman I love!'

I take a deep breath, taking another sip of whiskey as I light a cigar. Council meetings have been taking up a significant portion of my time, as I was determined to bring about changes, both for myself and the world around me. Suddenly, a knock on the door pulls me out of my reverie.

'Come in.'

'I heard you wanted to see me?' - Micael asks, curious.

'Yes, come in.'

'So, just because Davina took a step back, you decided to call me, is that it?' - He laughs, joking as always.

'Don't you ever get tired of being a clown? And how are you?'

'Fully recovered and ready to get back in action!'

'I'm glad to hear that. Any news about Yara?'

He lowers his head. After Davina's recovery, Yara, his friend, went off for training. She left only a letter explaining, promising to be back in time for the wedding. But this action hurt Micael deeply; he felt abandoned when he needed her the most.

'I believe Davina is taking care of her. Since we haven't received any bad news, we can assume she's alright.' - He responds vaguely.

'And you don't ask about her?'

My expression must have shown my surprise.

'She made her priorities very clear. I don't see a reason to chase after her.'

'You know she'll come back, don't you?'

'Yes, she'll come back to fulfill a commitment... not because she loves me!'

'Are you so certain that she doesn't love you?'

'She left me, didn't she?'

I sigh. Micael has always been stubborn.

'Micael, you need to understand her reasons before discarding everything you have.'

'We don't have anything left. Are you the love advisor now? Davina really changed you.'

Anyway, why did you call me here?' - He asks.

'I have a proposal for you.'

'No, I won't be your lover... As charming as you might be, I respect Davina too much to do that to her!' - He laughs ironically.

'You have no idea what you'd be missing.' - I wink provocatively, being ironic. - 'But seriously, don't you ever get tired of cracking jokes?'

'And don't you ever get tired of being a buzzkill?'

'Alright, I talked to the council and organized all the documentation. I want you to take on the leadership role in England!'

"Hahaha, good joke!" he chuckled. I continue with a serious expression as he looks at me, astonished, and takes a seat. - "Isn't it a joke?"

"No!" I reply firmly.

"But the position can only be passed within families."

"And you're my brother! With Filipe unfit and unresponsive, you'll step into his place as the head of England. You'll be able to take over a substantial portion of the business. I'll still need to come here to oversee certain matters, but I won't need to remain stationed in England!"