My Possessive Mafia Husband

Knight sighed as he looked at the scattered papers and folders on the table in front of him. All of them are reports from the Organisation's head of the countries in Asia. Lord Vandreck—the boss of Organosi in Asia who's retiring in three years' time—wants to train him and the others like him who're eyeing the position.

There are nine of them who are fighting to be the boss of Asia. Lord Vandreck's position He must try harder to stay on top and get the position.

He must become powerful. That's his goal. Power. A lot of it.

He'd been eyeing to replace Lord Vandreck in his position not because his father insisted but because he needs more power. I need power. I need to be stronger.

At the age of twenty-five, all he could think about was how to become powerful and unbeatable.

Knight sighed loudly. "Fuck..." I should be looking for my sister! Not staying here, in the Palace, like his father wanted.

But he knew all too well what would happen if he went against his father. Someone will suffer in his place. He already knows who he will punish for all his mistakes, so he has to be careful with all his decisions and moves.

His father is holding the ace of cards. He must obey him, no matter what.

"Someone is in a sour mood."

Knight glared sharply at Cloud—his personal butler, who's the same age as him and has been serving him since he was fourteen—who's standing just beside his table.

"Piss off, Cloud."

Cloud just smiled sweetly at him. But he knew his butler all too well; it's a sarcastic smile. "Would you care for refreshments, my lord?"

He sighed heavily because it was burdensome. "Refreshments like tea and some other bullshit food that I hate?"

Cloud wasn't fazed by his irritated voice and sharp glare. "Come now, my Lord, you know I hate serving you tea. I don't like preparing them, and you hate drinking them. I'm very lucky and blessed to be a butler of such a fine, young, and handsome gentleman such as yourself, my lord."

He glared at Cloud again. "Stop patronizing me." He shook his head and felt the sensation. "Go." He was going to fire Cloud. "Bring me some refreshment that can refresh me. I'm fucking annoyed and fucking irritated that I could beat you up if you continue to piss me off."

Cloud just chuckled, unafraid of his threats. "I'll be right back, my lord."

"When you came back," he said before Cloud could leave his private study, "It's necessary since I'm taking you with me this time." "Yes, my Lord."

He stared at the door that Cloud came out of for a few minutes before taking out his cell phone from the right drawer of the table when someone called.

Knight frowned when he heard a grunt and then a groan from the other line. "Val? Are you having sex?" His face was wrinkled. "Why the fuck are you grunting?"

"Fuck you." Valerian groaned again, making him chuckle silently. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah." He looked at his wristwatch. "8AM. Why?"

"Maybe you're not stupid enough to not think how many hours our country has a time difference. 6 hours, you dimwit! It's just 2AM here! Unless, of course, you're back from Spain and you're in the Airport as of this moment and you're calling me to pick you the fuck up because you don't have a place to go. If that is so fuck you—" paused for a couple of seconds, "wait for me."

He laughed, then leaned on the back of the swivel chair he was sitting on. He winced as he felt the sharp pain in his back, but he ignored it.

"Miss me, best friend?" "You're gross."

"Come on, I haven't seen you for a year." He laughed again. "It's not my fault that I express my feelings so carelessly."

"Don't bullshit me," Valerian said in a cold voice. "Maybe you're forgetting that I'm one of the few people who knows the real you."

He didn't care what he said. He promised this lunatic that he'd be the best lunatic ever and thought it wasn't that hard. He excels at it.

"You didn't miss me?" He's being dramatic. "Ouch! I'm badly hurt, Best friend." The line died.

Knight laughed softly and then stared at the cellphone screen. Valerian is really easy to piss off. Effortless. And always funny as hell. He's one of the reasons why he rarely gets bored these past few years that he's been going back and forth to the Philippines and Spain, secretly looking for his sister, who left the palace with her mother two years ago.

He was stunned to receive a text from Valerian.

From: Best friend

Are you at the airport? I'll pick you up. He smiled. This man can't really say no. He may cuss a lot and get irritated so easily, but he's actually a nice guy and a good friend. This is one of the people he has to protect against his father.

His father knew his weaknesses, and he would exploit them to make him obedient. Knight replied. To: Best friend Nope. Still in Madrid.

From: Best friend Don't text me. I hate the origin of your text message.

Knight laughed and shook his head. "He really hates Spain," he whispered, "that lunatic."

His attention turned to the door of his private study in his father's palace when it opened again, and Cloud entered with a silver tray. "My Lord—"

"Tagalog, Cloud," he reminded the Butler. "You need to learn that language."

"Oh..." Cloud came to his table, still carrying the tray. "My Lord, if it's translated to Tagalog, is... my Lord?"

Knight sighed and looked at Cloud flatly. "Don't talk to me. If I wasn't feeling lazy and irritated, I would have killed you seconds ago."

"But I am right, my lord."

He grimaced when he heard the last words of his Butler. "Fuck... I'm having goosebumps."

"Would you prefer if I called you... Your Highness? I think it's the Tagalog translation for 'your highness'. Or should I call you 'mamahal'? I've watched a lot of English movies and some Asian Movies that were translated to Tagalog, and the person with a high ranking is always addressed as such. He took the gun from the drawer and pointed it at Cloud, making him stop talking. "Do you want to die?"

Cloud slightly bowed to him. "Of course not, my Lord. I love my life; I'm young and very fresh, and I love having sex, so please spare me."

He sighed and looked at Cloud questioningly. "Did you have sex with the palace's new servant? The Mayor doma was very upset the other night. Don't deny it. I know you, you sly animal."

"I'm charismatic, my Lord," was all Cloud said with a smile.

"Whatever." He looked down at the tray he was still holding, and immediately his face fell when he saw the tea pot and teacups.

He sighed, then picked up the gun again and pointed it at his butler. "I'll kill you if that's tea."

Cloud has a mischievous smile on his lips as he settles the tray on the side of his table. "Don't you trust me, Your Highness?"

Knight cringed at how Cloud addressed him. "If you speak Tagalog, call me by my name."

"It would be disrespectful—" "Wanna die?"

"No, of course not, my lord. I value my life so much, and of course, I like to have sex."

Knight let out a loud sigh. "Yeah, yeah. I'm getting more irritated."

Cloud chuckled before lifting the tea pot and pouring the liquid inside into the cup. "My Lord, I hope you enjoy your refreshment."

Knight laughed a little when he saw what was inside the tea pot. A beer.

"Nice," he commented.

"And of course," Cloud smiled as he opened the stainless steel food cover to show him the partner for his beer. "Your favourite." A bread? He sighed. "Explain, Cloud, before I shoot you in the head."

"It's not a bread, My Lord. You know that I have to conceal and hide the dessert that you love because your father is an asshole. This is actually a mocha cake, pretending to look like a bread to fool everyone. I made it myself, of course, because I am a very talented and one hell of a butler."

Knight took the fork and took a small part of the mocha cake bread pattern and tasted it. "Tastes good."

Cloud just nodded with a smile, then poured him another cup of beer from the tea pot, making him chuckle.

Cloud always finds a way to indulge his likes and wants. He became his butler at the age of fourteen, but they only became close when he was twenty-one. He was very aloof; he doesn't trust anyone, even his own butler and relatives. That's why it took a lot of time to build his trust and friendship with Cloud.

Come to think of it... Only Valerian and Shun became his friends in an instant. He even initiated the friendship. Was it because he was very lonely at the time? With those two, he felt like he didn't need time to figure them out, to know their weaknesses, and to use them against them if they acted out and exploited them like his father taught him. He doesn't have to pretend to be nice because it just came out naturally. And those two... They accepted him even though he doesn't deserve anything from anyone.

Knight drank the beer that was in the teacup, and Cloud immediately drained it as soon as he finished it.

"I'll take you back with me tomorrow, Cloud."

Cloud put down the tea pot he was holding. "You're getting desperate, My Lord." He nodded. "It's been two years since they left. I can't use the Organosi to track her down because Father will know, and who knows what he'll do? He's unpredictable. I need more help."

Cloud bowed, "of course, my Lord, but..." worry streaked his face, "but are you okay now? Don't you need more rest after what happened yesterday? Your back... it's not healed yet. You can't go back to the Philippines like that."

His jaw dropped as his eyes closed. His back... It's still throbbing and pulsing in excruciating agony. He's still in so much pain, but he can't stay here and do nothing. He has to find her sister! He has to know if she's okay, if she's well, and if she's unharmed. If she's studying and having a comfortable life. He has to make sure that his sister is in good health, which is why he won't stop looking for her. "My Lord?"

He blinked before looking at Cloud. "What?"

"Your back... it's bleeding," he said while examining his back. "It looks like the bandages around your body are already soaked with blood; it's already soaking your shirt as we speak."

"Nevermind," he said. "I can endure a little bit longer. By the way, how is he?" He was filled with worry. "Forbids me to go see him."

"I went to see him earlier," Cloud sighed, "he's resting now but he was looking for you. The sedative I gave him seems to have worked. Just like you, his back is also bleeding, but you know him, he'll survive. You took half of the lashes for him. Why did he go out without permission?"

He looked out of the window of his private study as his jaw chattered. "You can't blame him, Cloud. He existed only to be my shadow. It's suffocating and very burdensome for him. We can't blame him if he wants out."

"But he knows that he will be punished for what he did, and then he sympathized with you. Doesn't he know that you are also hurting?"

"Don't tell him that I took half of the lashes." His jaw dropped. His brother, Midnight, who was years younger than him, had already been put through hell. He doesn't need to know this. "He'll feel bad and blame himself, so keep it a secret." "My Lord—"

"Go. Take care of him."

"But your wound—"

"I can endure, and I can always call the family doctor." He smiled, "Just come back when he's fine. Take care of him for me. He needs someone by his side, and it can't be me. I have to obey my father, or he'll get hurt again." Cloud sighed. "You have so much burden on your shoulder, my Lord. I even wonder how you can sleep peacefully at night."

"I don't." He drank the beer from the teacup, "but I have to endure. I can only end this if I become powerful, and if I have to be cold-blooded, cruel, inhumane, manipulative, brutal, and a monster, then so be it. If I have to sacrifice myself, my happiness, and lots of people along the way to protect the people I cherish, I will."

"Is that why you ordered Dimitri to take care of your cousin?" Cloud asked. "Because he hurt one of the people you cherish?"

He smiles coldly, "He hurt Midnight. I can't allow that. That's my reason, and because he's my rival. He's also eyeing to be the Boss of Asia, and I won't let him have that position. Then I just ordered Dimitri to cripple him, not kill him. So... basically, he owes me for not killing him even though he's a piece of shit." Cloud chuckled. "You're such a good man, my Lord."

"I know, right?" He said while chuckling. "I'm such an amazing person." "Don't push it, my Lord." Cloud said with a frown, "I'm having goosebumps." He laughed. "Whatever. Go and take care of Night."

Cloud nodded and went out, while he took the tea pot and drank it himself. The teacup was too small for his beer.

If his family saw him, they would call him barbaric and uneducated. but hell, he enjoys doing these things. Maybe that's why he enjoys spending his time with Shun and Valerian. They know who and how he is, but they don't judge. They just let him do his thing, however crazy it is, with no judgement.

When he finished the beer in the tea pot, he called Shun.

"What's up?" Shun asked in a cherry voice.

His two eyebrows rose. "You're not grumpy? I called Val earlier; he yelled at me." He reported to Shun, "He's hurting me, Shun. Why is he like that?"

"Don't be a baby. I'm going to puke." He laughed. "I'm just reporting. He's hurting me." Shun sighed. "Fuck you. I'm hanging up."

He laughed again before his voice turned serious. "How was the search? Any luck?"

"Someone is blocking me, Knight."Shun said, "someone is untilizing the Organosi to block me. I can't find her. I'm sorry."

He sighed forcefully. "That's probably my father." Shun tsked. "I can go around it if you want. I'll hack the Organosi and—"

"No. Don't do that." Shun will be in so much danger. He couldn't protect him yet. He's still not powerful. He still has no say in the Organisation. It took three more years before he had the power to protect it. "Stop looking." "But—"

"Shun. I mean it. Stop looking for now." Shun sighed. "I can take care of myself."

"Shun," he said in a hard voice. "I mean it.I'll tell you again when I want you to find her again." Shun sighed again. "Fuck this!"

"Yeah. Drop it for the meantime."

"Fine." Shun sighed heavily again. "But I hate this." He closed his eyes. "Unfortunately, there are a lot of things we can't have, no matter how hard we try." "Fuck you."

"You're very welcome, Shun." He smiled. "I'll wire you Five Million Dollars." "Why?"

"I heard you're helping street children to have a bright future. Use it to buy land where you can build your orphanage or use it for their food." He then said goodbye, "I have to hang up now."

"When will you get back?"

"This week, maybe," he said. "Bye." "Bye."

When he hung up, he finished the cake, left his private study, and went straight to his room.

He hates being in this palace, but he doesn't have much of a choice at the moment.

Knight took off his upper clothes, and then he removed the bandage surrounding his entire upper body, which was full of blood, and just let it go, causing it to fall to the floor of the room.

When his body collapsed on the wide and soft bed, his eyes immediately closed. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sleep. His brother's face kept coming into his mind—he was uneasy. Damn it!

He had been lashed fifty times for his brother yesterday. He hasn't slept since then. He couldn't. Hell!

Even though his back hurt, he tried to reach the drawer on his bedside table to get his sleeping pills. He has to sleep. It's been days since he's had any.

He took a pill and took it even without water, then threw his body back on the bed.

Slowly, finally, after two days of being awake, he drifted off to sleep.

Because OF THE sleeping pills, Knight slept the whole day, and when he woke up, it was already past midnight.

He was gasping for breath as he struggled to get up because of the bad dream that woke him up, but immediately the excruciating pain in his back stuttered. Fuck!

Knight calmed his breathing and stilled when he saw that his body was covered in bandages again.

Must be Cloud. In his mind, before getting up, he took a black t-shirt from his closet and left his room.

It was already past midnight, and as he wandered around the palace, his feet brought him to a secret passage that would lead him inside Midnight's room. and since the people there were already asleep, he was free to use the secret passage to his brother's room.

He let out a deep sigh as he entered Midnight's room.

He saw his brother sitting on the edge of the bed, fists clenched. He's in pain.

"Midnight."

Midnight automatically looked up, and when he saw him, he looked relieved. "Brother..."

He and Midnight used Tagalog because it fascinates them. Maybe because the one who taught them the language was their loving stepmother, who left them as well.

He walked closer to it, then stood in front of it and ruffled his hair. "How are you feeling?"

He was looking into his eyes. "In pain."

"Have you slept?"

The brother shook his head. "I woke up just after lunch and couldn't sleep anymore."

He sat on her bed, put a pillow on her thigh, and patted it. "Come here. Sleep. You need it."

Worry streaked Midnight's face. "Maybe Papa will know you're here.

"He won't know. Come on." He tapped the pillow on his lap again. "Come here. Just lean over so you don't get hurt."

Thankfully, Midnight obliged.

He lay down on his side, then rested on the pillow on his lap. "Brother?"

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"How long?" His voice trailed off. "How long do I have to endure?"

He stroked his brother's hair. "I don't know, Night. But I'll be a boss in three years' time. I will win and get the position. I'm striving really hard so I can get you out of this."

"If you become a boss," Midnight looked at him, "will I be able to go out like you?"

His jaw dropped. "I'll try my hardest. Just trust me, okay?"

"Okay." Midnight laid down and closed her eyes. "My back hurts..."

"I know." He can also feel the excruciating pain on his back at that very moment. but he couldn't show his brother that he was hurting because he assumed half of his punishment. He didn't know anything, and he didn't want him to know. His brother will feel bad. "Do you want me to get you some pain reliever?"

"No." Midnight whispered, "Just stay, Brother."

"Okay..."

His jaw was constantly clenching because of the pain in his back, but he kept his face calm.

His brother is suffering because of him. He has to end it. Midnight can't continue like this. But what can he do? He's powerless. His father holds all the aces. He can't do anything but obey.

He looked down at his brother, who had finally fallen asleep. "I promise, I'll get you out of this. I will become powerful for you. I will be a boss for you. And if I have to sacrifice myself for your freedom, then so be it."

that I promise you... little brother.