Page 11 of Malicious Claim (Dark Inheritance #1)

Calm Before Storm

Makros finished his work for the day and proceeded to his room.

He stopped by the door and prepared himself for the destruction he was about to witness.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in.

To his pleasant surprise, everything was as he had left it.

The ground was spotless, his bed was arranged, and even his walls held no traces of a crazy woman.

He let out a relieved sigh.

“So you do respond to threats.” He chuckled softly, making his way to the drawers.

He dragged them out and found his books arranged how they usually were. Nodding in satisfaction, he stopped by his bed and pulled out a gun from his pocket.

“ Mamacita .” He kissed it and returned it under the pillow, where it belonged. “Now, we prepare for the night,” he muttered, heading straight for his bathroom.

He took his time to shower. As the water rained all over him, he closed his eyes, and an image of Leila appeared before him. That fiery red hair with wild lips needed a good kiss to be tamed. Subconsciously, his mouth curved into a smile.

She was driving him crazy, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was tired of the girls who did as he said, no questions. Where was the fun in that when he could get the biggest dopamine of his life by subduing the stubborn heiress?

He chuckled as the image of her pointing a gun at him resurfaced. That was a crime that would get her killed in his world and she’s supposed to know about such a reckless act, her late father was into dirty dealings. It made him wonder how much of her father’s dealings she had witnessed.

Still a princess despite the fucked up world that was their reality.

“A princess that smelled like heaven.” He laughed, rinsing the lather off his body.

Contrary to her opinions of him, he wasn’t a dirty savage who thought sweat made up a real man.

He loved to take a shower. His only memory of his mama was her forcing him to take three showers daily.

Sometimes, more. That habit never left him.

Feeling refreshed, he stepped out of the bathroom half naked.

He hung the towel that was supposed to be tied around his waist around his neck, walking straight to his closet.

He opened it, and his heart instantly dropped. His teeth clattered as he glanced through the empty closet. Turning around, a frown framed his gorgeous face. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Where the hell are my clothes?” he demanded as soon as the person on the other end answered.

“What? She messed up my things?” he asked in response to the person at the other end of the call.

He was quiet for a while, fighting off the fury threatening to consume him.

“I need an outfit for tonight,” he finally said after what felt like an eternity, but it was the moment he didn’t feel like strangling anyone anymore.

“Okay, I'll be waiting.” He ended the call, throwing the phone carelessly on his bed.

“That bitch!” he cursed between his teeth.

She had fucked up his clothes. Fuck her and her pretty face! She was trying to get him to go crazy on her, but she wouldn’t win that battle. He’d prove to her he was in charge. He alone knew when to switch between ice and fire.

A knock sounded on his door, and he turned around. “So quick?” He questioned in his heart, as his brow lifted slightly.

“It's Dragon.”

He hissed. “Come on in, Dragon.”

That was the permission his underboss needed to walk into the room. Coming face to face with his naked boss, he blinked a couple of times.

“What? Why do you look flustered?”

“Wh— why are you naked?” He stuttered, averting his gaze.

“It’s that bitch. That little brat!” He spat venomously. For someone who vowed not to get irked, she sure was getting a rise out of him.

“What bitch?”

“Who else but that American princess that thinks she's the shit?”

“Oh, Leila? I take it you two are not getting along as well as you'd hoped for. I told you.” He shrugged.

Makros relaxed. “It's not that we don't get along. She’s been through a lot, but I’m trying to train her like I’d do a dog.”

Dragon's face went from amused to bemused in a second. He didn’t know if he should be proud of the girl or fear for her life. For successfully putting the most fearless man across continents on edge, she deserves some praise.

“What's so funny?” Makros snapped when he saw the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

“It’s nothing,” Dragon replied. “Although there’s something more important we should discuss.”

“Tonight?”

“ Si .”

“Didn’t Stefanos make plans already? What else is there to do?”

“I wanted to make a suggestion. I think we have a chance to make that exchange tonight.”

When he didn’t immediately follow up his words with more explanation, Makros sighed. “Do I need to urge you on before you spill? What's your big idea?” He asked in an exasperated voice.

“Agent Niccolo is working as a bodyguard for one of the daughters of an international delegate coming in tonight.”

“I like where this is heading. You're almost on the verge of impressing me. Go on,” he nudged.

“Well, we could use him to stage a kidnap. We abduct the girl, and in exchange Nicolai presents our demand. One of ours for one of theirs.”

“That's quite an elaborate plan.”

"Exactly. But we wouldn't be exchanging humans. At the same time, we will–”

“Transport the guns," Makros completed with a sinister grin.

“Exactly!”

“See how good your brain functions when you don't let whores squirt on it? I like your idea. Let's do that. But we'd have to be certain those guns can cross borders in exactly five hours. Anything more, and we'd be at risk. Is it doable? If yes, who's the sacrificial lamb?”

Dragon was a bit distracted by his boss's sac. It wasn’t the first time he had seen it, but it looked like it grew bigger and bigger every time he did. Some people were lucky, he thought, as shame washed over him.

“Ehi!” He snapped a finger across his face, and his head quickly shot up.

“Did you say something?”

Makros's eyes narrowed pointedly at him. “Were you looking at my balls?”

“No!” He quickly answered.

“You better not be. Now, back to my question. Who's your pick?”

“Gerald.”

“Gerald? Are you fucking out of your mind? Isn't he still under the radar? That fuck face almost singlehandedly ruined us the last time he was up.”

“Trust me on this one, boss. He's going to deliver. If he doesn't, he can be the sacrificial lamb.” He smiled maniacally.

“I don't want to dwell on ifs. I'll do my best to keep Niccolo occupied. But you have to do your best to ensure everything is secured. Can I trust you with this?”

“All day, every day,” he replied confidently.

“ Eccellente ! Now get out of my room. I hear footsteps approaching.”

“Your wish, boss,” he said, but before he turned, he took one last peek.

“Dragon!”

“I’m leaving, boss!” He swiftly turned around and disappeared out of sight.

“ Mio re .” A woman sashayed into his room with bagged-up clothes in her hand.

“You're late,” he scolded.

She didn't respond immediately. Her eyes had other plans as they swept the lengths of his body and came to rest in its middle part. Biting her lip, she allowed perverse thoughts to run through her mind, massaging his horse leg with her eyes.

“Do you think I have all night? Give me the damned clothes, Valeria!” He hissed, walking over to her.

With every step he took, his dick swung from side to side. She wanted nothing more than to reach out to it and show it a good time.

“The clothes?” He stretched out his hand as he stood in front of her.

“Or we could take out thirty minutes and take care of ourselves?” She suggested in a husky voice as she raised her head.

“I'll pass,” he said to the Don's granddaughter. They were cousins in a way, but she never stopped trying to fuck him.

It would have been flattering if he didn't know she fucked whatever was ready. He couldn't shame her for it, though. It was the only life they knew.

“You know, one of these days, you'd stop rejecting me.” She bit her lip and touched his chest.

“Maybe. Not today, though.” He snatched the bag out of her hands and turned around.

He gritted his teeth when he felt a smack on his bum as he walked away.

“No wonder the girls are all crazy about you.” She giggled.

“Get out of my room, Valeria!”

“Fine, boss. But I saw what your nuova moglie did to your clothes on my way here. Chiquita needs to be kept in check before people start questioning your authority.” She turned around and walked to the door. “Will I be Seeing you at the party?” She asked behind her shoulders.

“Whatever,” he said.

She blew him a kiss and shut the door behind her. But her disappearance didn't go away with her words and the truth in them.

“You'll respect me and not just fear me, Leila. Even if it's the last thing I do,” he vowed, a dangerous storm reflecting in his eyes.