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All I care about is getting back to Camilla. Unfortunately, that will not be possible until I finish the purchases I need to make. These businesses will bring me power, and I can’t show up empty-handed to her father’s house. Luckily, I have a club with an apartment at the top. I don’t have any furniture in it, but I’m not afraid to sleep on the ground. I’m not a spoiled little rich kid. Yes, I’ve had money my whole life, but spoiled is not something I have been. Not since my mother died when I was ten, anyway. Not since I’ve hated Oleg.
The Flame Club is where I’m headed, and of course, I have to stop for all the red lights tonight. My knuckles turn white from the tight grip on the steering wheel, my nerves a wreck as I make my way across the city to the shitty side. Yeah, this is where the money is. I allow some men to do business in my establishment, which gets me even more money. Sort of like neutral grounds all over again. Except Matteo, he will never be allowed here unless invited, and the staff knows that and who he is.
All of my employees have been bought out from my father, just how I wanted it, so they know exactly what is happening here and have no issues with it. Now, my goal is to gain even more men so I can keep running my businesses. It’s risky, but it’ll be worth it.
I pull up to The Flame Club and park in the back, then open the door with a key under a mat. The music is booming, but I don’t care to mingle. I go up straight to the apartment. There’s a musty smell from no one opening the door for a long time, and my nose scrunches as I shut the door behind me.
Going straight for the shower, I clean myself up. I feel disgusting and cold, especially because it’s freezing in Chicago this time of year, and all I had to my name was a shirt and underwear. I guess maybe that’s lucky for me too. I should be grateful, but instead all I feel is annoyance that this happened in the first place. It shouldn’t have. I saw it coming in a way, but then again, I didn’t think he would reject my offers. I underestimated him.
It won’t happen again.
The next step is picking up my wife. We’re going back to Seaside if it’s the last thing I do. I have a man here who I can trust to take care of my businesses while I finish my last year of college, and I can travel on the weekends if needed. It will suck, but it’s better than not knowing what’s happening.
My spare phone is on the kitchen counter, and after getting dressed and grabbing my laptop, I call all the business owners I’ve made offers to. It’s been a few days and two of them inform me they’ve already sold to someone else, but others tell me they’ve been waiting for me.
I’ll purchase them all tomorrow.
Once these businesses are purchased, I’ll have bought my father out of Chicago. I’ll officially have more businesses than him. And I can’t wait to rub it all in his face. Maybe that’s not the right thing to do, but I also know he wouldn’t help me out of this situation if I was on the brink of death. So why should I give a fuck?
My phone starts ringing, and I see Oleg’s number. I haven’t given him this phone number, and a shiver runs down my spine. How the fuck did he get it? Is he keeping tabs on me? Then again, he is part of The Elite. I suppose they know everything about me.
“Hello?” I answer, holding my breath. What the fuck does he want now?
“It’s done.”
Two words and my breath whooshes out of my lungs. “What’s done?”
“The Elite know what happened,” he informs me. “You won’t have to give up your seat at the Table.”
“So he won’t get away with it?” I grin and he stays quiet. “Why did you do it?”
“You’re my son.”
“Now, what’s the real reason?” I roll my eyes, but I can’t even snap at him after what he just did for me.
“Your wife called. Said she needed my help.” Oleg chuckles. “She’s a little firecracker. I like her.”
“Yeah, I’m keeping her.” I grin as I think of her. I need to get off the damn phone and call her.
“Take care, son.”
My stomach drops at the word. He hasn’t called me that in ten years. “You too.”
Once our conversation ends, I dial Camilla’s number and wait for her to pick up the phone, hoping her parents don’t still have it.
“Hello?” she whispers, and I’m assuming she’s in her room, probably just waking up from her phone ringing.
“Princess,” I breathe, relief coursing through my body at hearing her voice. “I’m out.”
She begins to cry little sniffles loud through the phone. “Where are you, baby?”
“Safe.” I reply, “That’s all I can say right now.”
“My father is going to kill you after this.” She cries harder.
“No, he won’t,” I tell her confidently, because I am. After I own all the businesses circling his territory, he won’t do shit to me. Not if he wants a deal. “The Elite know what he did.”
Camilla gasps from the other line. “How?”
