Man Of Order (Book 1)

"Stop kidding. 3 million dollars for this trash? Are you fucking high!"

A man on his late 30s yelled at the tanned toned man sitting majestically straight opposite of him.

Even the air around him was filled with richness. His pair of ocean eyes were dark that yelled immense power though still he chose to remain quiet to that insult.

The man's yell didn't bother him a bit as he still sat with his legs crossed maintaining his powerful aura.

But quite opposite of him, his men in all black standing behind him perked up at the scene of the angry client yelling at their master, with no acknowledgement of any dark consequences.

Muscles tensed up in clear anger as the two men in all black, took a step forward ready to deal with the disrespectful client who dared to raise his voice against their master but just the man with his straight face raised his hand gesturing his men to halt at their respective places.

Obeying the order of their master, they backed off quietly with their jaw tightly clenched.

Master Alejandro, the throne holder of Garcia's was no easy man to toy around.

The angry client snorted at master Alejandro's action as his one hand settled on his waist while he kept his firm glare on him with a hint of mockery and challenge.

He was playing with fire now.

"1.5 and we are done!"

The man bargained but only the sound of unamused chuckles were heard from ahead.

Deep and dark.

"I ain't doing no charity here, 3.5 it is!"

Master Alejandro spoke with his voice firm, dominating the air around the hall.

The client became dumbfounded while looking at him with his eyes wide opened as master Alejandro straight away ignored his bargain, in fact without any warning he increased the amount as if he cared less about the deal.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Another shout of anger rang around the silent meeting room as master Alejandro still remained quiet to that.

The client was evidently pissed off at this point, it wasn't like he wanted to be there but he had no choice instead.

Garcia's weapons are believed to be the best ones in comparison to any other mafia's owned arms.

Their arms had class and also they had their very own tag on it making it a brand.

Leaving all those things aside, smuggling with Garcia's was a lot safer than any other mafia leader. Master Alejandro's policies were clean even though he'd play dirty when he'd want to.

Master Alejandro had connections with the higher ups, in another words he was feeding the government silently. He had his control over the whole damn system as his smugglers obviously never got caught while delivering the arms and drugs or what not, you just name it.

Anything with Garcia's name on it was legalised around the continent even though those were illegal.

The almighty throne holder was the god damn system himself.

As a result he was the most powerful mafia lord of Europe.

Many feared him and many obviously wanted to create alliance with him for a safer guard to benefit themselves out of his name.

Having all those royalties coming along with his arms, he had the price of hell and obviously an impossible attitude to deal with.

"4!"

Master Alejandro spoke again, bored, tearing the moment of silence with his eyes blank making the client's hands ball up in utter frustration, he was indeed a manipulating man.

This was not it.

His arms surely were of best quality but the client was now getting pissed by the behaviour of him.

He though glared at master with anger but there was also a hint of silent mischievousness.

His mind flicked something as he smiled weirdly.

Now seeing master Alejandro still silently unbothered, he wanted to pull his string.

He wanted to see master act up.

"4 million dollars and your wife for a night!"

The man stated with no hint of shame.

That's when master Alejandro's head rose up to look at him for a better view.

Eyes darkened in absolute anger the same minute, his jaw clenched making the client kind of proud to be able to get his first reaction.

He successfully triggered him.

Just to test him more the client chuckled at his own feeling full of himself, he obviously got what he wanted but he decided to play along a little more, unknown to the upcoming destruction which was waiting for him ahead.

"Well, I heard you married Fernandez's second daughter? Damn she was quite famous with words about her curves and beauty. I was wondering how would she taste-"

**DASHHH**

The sentence remained incomplete.

Master Alejandro's eyes turned red as he aimed the weapon on the man, pulling the trigger in a matter of second.

Blood spilled out of the man's head as a hole right in the middle of his forehead was created in that unpredictable moment.

The deep angry sound of master Alejandro's gun creeped the walls of the huge meeting hall.

His chest rose up and down as he shot the man dead with no hesitation.

Not caring about any outcome too. He did not care one bit about the consequences.

All that bothered him was the man, whom he shot without any regret or whatsoever as he looked at the now dead trash who spoke shit about his wife just seconds ago, lying lifeless on the ground.

Such a dumb human.

Standing up from his seat the next second with his eyes still red, master Alejandro looked monstrously scary with his dangerous aura.

"Feed him to the wild dogs!"

Master ordered as the two guards standing behind him smirked at the pleasant view in front of them.

Indeed. What an end he received!

Nobody messes with their master but that dumb man tried to be too smart and took the lady of honour's name in front of the throne holder so boldly.

There was this sole thing in this world that could get master Alejandro react that way, it was his woman. Madam Genelia...

He could care less about anyone else.