Welcome home

"My boy is coming home and I want to host a great feast" Mr Duke said happily.

"Sir, it's been years since I saw him. He most be a charming young man by now" Mr Rodriguez replied.

"Oh yes! He reminds me so much of his mother...." He lamented.

"I'm glad you wiped out the murderers with such impunity" Mr Rodriguez said scornfully as he lights up a cigarette.

"I won't rest till they all pay for inflicting such scar on me...judgment awaits them all" Mr Duke's utterance scared the little cat which ran off at the sound of his voice.

"Of course my dear friend. They will pay with their blood and there shall be no mercy" Mr Rodriguez responded as they both smoked together and had some whiskey.

The butler came in to announce that Mr Duke's son was on his way already and asked to know what to prepare for dinner.

"Sir! What would you want me to prepare for young master?" Mr Gregory asked curtly.

Mr. Gregory had been working with Mr Duke ever since he returned from the psychiatric hospital and he knew almost everything about his shady business.

He's a loyal servant but he seem to be trustworthy to his master. Mr Duke doesn't see him as a servant but as a personal assistant cause he sometimes runs some errands for him.

He's a middle aged man with good body stature, blue eyes, long hair and eloquent American accent.

Mr Gregory can be shot tempered most times but he respects his boss's decision and doesn't fail to oblige to his demands.

"I trust you to make a great feast...I want the entire dinner hall filled with different delicacies and sumptuous meals" Mr Duke commanded.

"I won't disappoint you sir" the butler replied.

"You can go now and don't forget today's delivery"

The delivery was to be made earlier that day but the coast wasn't clear and so it had to be postponed.

A truck load of cocaine were to be delivered to some agents around Malibu but due to the state's security, they had to rescheduled.

Mr Duke didn't want a repeat of what happened before when the truck got busted by the cops which got him arrested and jailed in the first place.

They knew the nooks and crannies of the city and so knew when to conduct their deals with no interference from the cops.

Mr Duke's house was like a castle befitting for a great mafia and criminal mind like him.

There were lots of body guards around the building and no one enters the main gate without an appointment with the boss.

All entrances were heavily guarded and bull dogs barked loudly at any slight movement.

There is a dungeon in the house hidden underground where they torture erring servant or wrong doers before their final sentence which is death.

So many CCTV cameras were mounted on the outside and inside of every room in the house with alarms should in case of emergencies.

Special security alarms and technologies were placed around every corner of the building with watchmen on patrol.

The Duke's mansion was a beauty to behold cause of his exquisite taste for luxury. Everything appeared to be expensive from the chandeliers to the luxurious artifacts placed beautifully and well arranged.

Mr Duke barely has time to enjoy these comfort cause of his strenuous business, the efficacy of his life was his dirty business which made him acquire such immense wealth.

"Sir you have a call from Mr Preston" The butler said eloquently.

"Oh yes!...I've been expecting his call" He replies as he hands over the telephone.

"Good day Mr Preston" He said with a smile.

"I'm very well sir, how's your evening going?"

"Well it's going quite well" Mr Duke replied with his legs crossed.

"Sir I called in regards of the contract you assigned me to prepare for you"

"Oh yes so has it been drafted?" Mr Duke asked anxiously.

"Yes all the necessary paper work has been prepared and I've scheduled the meeting to next week at most so the contract will be attained with no mistakes sir" Mr Preston replied swiftly.

"Oh that's good and make sure to send mails across to the dynasty on time so there wouldn't be any short comings" He said curtly with a glass of brandy in his hand.

"Yes sir Duke....you can count on me" Mr Preston replied confidently.

"See you soon" He hangs up the call and hands the telephone to the butler who was obviously still standing waiting for him to end the call.

"Need anything else sir" said the butler.

"No! I'll send for you when I do okay?"

"Okay sir....I beg to take my leave now" He said pleasantly and walked away.

Mr Preston was his attorney. He prepared his business contracts and other official documents.

He's also a partner of Mr Duke.

Mr Duke's meetings are scheduled and appointed by him which must be well planned in order to avoid any short comings cause he doesn't joke with his business.

He murdered his last attorney cause he failed to prepare a suitable venue for an important meeting. He pleaded for a second chance but Mr Duke hates mistakes especially when it costs him his business contracts. Mr Preston accepted the job as his attorney on the basis of an agreement which states that he would never betray his boss or make any mistake that would be detrimental to his business.

The chauffeur leaves the mansion to go pick up the boss's son from the airport.

The aircraft's air stair pulls down slowly as the appearance of a charming young man with black curly hair, soft skin with no blemish, pointed nose and a nice stature. He's looks were heavenly as though it was like in the movies.

"That should be young master Raphael" The Chauffeur said inwardly.

He walked up to him and introduced himself.

Raphael got a glimpse of the chauffeur standing beside the white spotless BMW.

"You are my dad's chauffeur right?" Raphael asked curiously but in a rather sweet tone.

"Yes young master" The chauffeur replied swiftly.

"Alright then...shall we!" He said politely.

"Of course....everyone's expecting you" The chauffeur responded.

The chauffeur was stunned by the young man's looks and quite polite manners too.

He took his luggage and placed them in the booth of the car with no hesitation.

"Oh my! It feels good to be home!" Raphael whispered inwardly and sighed in relief as they drove off.

Raphael spent all his teenage years in Spain. He was the only survivor of the fire incident that claimed the life of his mother and two sisters.

On the day of the attack Mrs Rogers decided to have her siesta but little Raphael was disturbing her sleep, so she ordered the nanny to take the child for a walk around the estate.

Few minutes after they left, some assassins broke in tied Mrs Rogers up with her two teenage daughters and set the house ablaze. The entire building burnt to a point that nothing could be recovered from it.

By the time the nanny returned with little Raphael, the fire had burned almost everything.

The fire service were already too late. Mr Rodriguez came as soon as he got the news and took Raphael. He couldn't confess to Mr Duke about the fire incident and so he took Raphael to Spain

and employed the services of a nanny to cater for him till after high school.

Meanwhile Mr Duke was still in prison when this happened but he knew his enemies would definitely come for his family. He's hatred grew even worse after Mr Rodriguez narrated all that had happened.

Raphael grew up without any parental guidance but was aware that he's father got jailed for so many heinous crimes.

Mr Duke visited him while he was living in Spain and they grew fond of each other. He wanted his son to be as ruthless and scornful as his father but Raphael's good nature was just to overwhelming. Mr Duke believes that he would change sooner or later especially when revenge is involved.

The gates open widely as the BMW enters into the Villa.

The chauffeur alight from the car and opened the door slowly for Raphael.

One of the servants announced to the boss about his son's return.

"Finally! my heir has arrived" He shouted gracefully as he wore his royal robe like a king awaiting his crowned prince.

Raphael was astonished by the beautiful sight of his dad's villa.

"Such magnificent structure" He muttered quietly and walked graciously towards the entrance.

It was like a new country to him and everything seemed to appear different as though he hadn't been to Los Angeles all his life.

"Welcome home my boy.....such a charming hot Head like his father" Mr Duke exclaimed as he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Dad....it's so good to be home" Raphael said as they both hugged.

They had a great feast to commemorate Raphael's return. Lots of delicacies were prepared and the entire villa was fumed with dazzling music which soothed the celebration.