Bounded To A Mafia King

"Young master, young master it's time to wake up" a voice echoed causing a reedy unstoppable alarm.

He looked more like a transgender or something worse.

"Get in" a husky voice replied.

He clearly heard that voice, that's the almighty fabled Jimmy voice he's trying to wake up. The oh so gorgeous god of beauty.

He cleared his throat for a moment and he grinned widely like a fool. He almost forgot to breathe, hell knows how long he's been waiting for this moment.

"Now" The husky voice added making the transgender heart skipped a bit.

"Gosh that was so cold" he muttered to himself and he quickly adjust his dress. He was dressed in an Indian outfit and his belly bumped out which made him looked fantastically stupid.

He smiled broadly as he opened the door and oh goodness he's... shirtless!

"Come closer" The husky voice said.

"Oh sir! " The transgender blurted out and a smile crept to his lips sillily.

Did he really had to be this shirtless early in the morning huh? The goddess of moon might just take him away and it's won't be nice at all.

He thought ludicrously as he took a step closer.

A thundering sound echoed in the room making the transgender fixed his ground immediately and he hold on his both cheeks with terror written all over his face, it's really not good acting all facetious around this coldhearted guy early in the morning.

His gaze was so cruel that he find it difficult to stand still so he quickly bow low.

Jimmy grasped his neck in a tight hold and he raised him up effortlessly clearly amused by the terror on his face. His grip tightened.

"Look, bitch I don't need you or any alarm to wake me up understood!"He shrieked and he threw him away like a tiny piece of trash.

He ran his hand into his hair looking so frustrated like he just got a piller of bread to finished within seconds. This people surely knew how to pise him off, how the hell did he even find his way in here the first place.

The transgender groan in pain as he struggled to get up.

"Get out you fool!" He roared as he landed a heavy kick on his back that took him to the exist.

The transgender crawled out of the room like a helpless snail with a broken shell, fear and grimace written all over his face, extremely terrified and wounded.

Jimmy stretched his body as he yawned loudly,he walked inside the washroom, brushed up and retired back to his room. He took his seat on the bed as he went through his phone. After some moments, he clicked his fingers and two men in a perfect well ironed black came in bowing low.

"Yes boss you called" one of the man politely said.

"Ben make the necessary arrangements and get me outta here in thirty minutes!" He said coldly without sparing the men bowing low in front of him a single glance.

"Ok boss" The man said and gave a bow before leaving.

"And you find him!" Jimmy huskily said as he hand over a brown envelope to him and raised his head abruptly staring deeply at him.

"And make sure nothing goes wrong or else kiss your fingers goodbye" Jimmy coldly uttered like he's just informing him it's right time to serve dinner.

The man fixed his ground immediately, he clearly heard him and it's well known he's not kidding around so he won't dare to make the mistake of making a mess right now.

He's been living with his coldly self for quite a while now and he actually knew he meant every word he spits out of his sinuous mouth. He can be very adamant and aggressive whenever he wants to, but as time passed by he learnt to live with him without making a damn mistake.

Honestly, they're still working for him on just one favor, no one ever tried making a single mistake because just one mistake to him means they weren't capable of working for him anymore and weak people has to be replaced right? He just gets rid of them and make a replacement in seconds.

The world knew him as a ruthless young lad but to some of them that wasn't the case at all. They believed if not for him some of them won't have gotten the chance to even live talk less of serving him. They've always put in their best efforts just to pleases him but being that arrogant beast he was he never acknowledged their efforts but here they are still working for him without complain... Wait can they even dare?

"Ok boss" The man said as he bow low and leave immediately.

After a short period, he used the elevator.

"Good morning darling" A lady's voice greeted politely.

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Jimmy clearly recognized that voice.

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"Good morning darling" Jimmy clearly heard that voice, he seems quite familiar with that voice.

Who on earth would it be if not for his so called business head mother. Here it's goes again. Him strangely waking up in an unknown room over again. So who else could have the guts if not for his so daring mother, Beatrice Scott. Here they goes again.

"Good morning darling, coffee?" She greeted politely offering him a coffee. Which he never bothered to switched gaze to talk less of taking it. He just watched her performed her usual activities which of course he consider craziness.

Well, she never insisted, her eyes twitched abruptly and she swerved away.

Her brown dullish eyes captured a couch inches over and, majestically she swayed left and right with a super confidence towards the couch and sat crossing her legs.

She looked middle-aged but her perfect shape was still intact. She's dressed in a red formal gown that fell on her knees ,straight and well ironed. Her hair was styled beautifully in a ponytail and her red pleasingly plump lips correspond with her red shaped dress raising her confidence the top notch. She looked so adorable and sophisticated as always.

"Well darling hope you enjoy your night?" she confidently asked and took a sip from her cup.

"Now you tell me what the hell I'm I doing here again?" He asked with his usual cold voice and his expressionless face that makes him look like a devilish king every single time. She raised on her feet and a smile flashed across her lips.

"Here we go again son, you should be thanking me okay. You're absolutely wasted last night, I rescued your ass. You could have been out there chilling with mosquitoes and cockroaches" she retorted.

He moved closer to her hastily and grasped her neck in a tight hold.

"Enough of your madness, old bitch! you really enjoy texting my patience aren't you? The next time you try this again, I'm going to dig your grave right before your eyes then I'll finish what should have happened fifteen years back. Bitch!" He retaliated coldly and shoved her away connecting her back to the couch she sat moments ago. Then he walked away.

Beatrice was shocked to the core, her eyes blinks rapidly as she remained gasped in the same spot still trying to attached the words altogether in her head.

"Oh darling, when will you and that son of yours stop the hilarious drama you frequently concertizing in my house huh?.

Her eyes twitched abruptly and meet with a cold gaze, a middle-aged man dressed in a black retro suits can be spotted, smoking hot. He's a bit chubby with a pot tommy. A sarcastic smile crept to his lips as he walked towards her.

She leapt at once and walked towards him majestically.

"Perhaps I should get you a calendar then" she retorted and walked past him.

The man smiled mysteriously and inhaled deeply on his cigarettes.