MAFIA LORD

"Hope you enjoyed your weekend as you always do?" Mr. Stanley asked in a tease. "Of course we did. Why wouldn't we?" James replied and the class was in an uproar. "Alright alright settle down everyone, on to business."

I looked around and realized Collin wasn't in class. It was strange since he never missed a class since he came and was almost always punctual. I wanted to confront him about what happened two days before.

I never heard from him after he left that Friday evening and the thought of the person bowing kept lodging in my head. I tried calling him but to no avail. It always went to voice mail. I couldn't get it off my mind. It was frustrating. I really needed to speak to Collin. 

Still in thought, my eyes met with that of Eugene. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was for sure he had never stared at me with such expression before. Before I could react, he averted contact. "What was that for?" Tracy asked. Seems she noticed. "I...I don't know." I stated truthfully.

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"What was that for? What did you plan to achieve Logan? I told you I had everything under control. Was it really necessary sending Lucie after me?" 

"It was Father's orders, Collin. He claims it was the only way to get you to see him and I agree with him. You both need to talk." "Why Lucie though? Couldn't you get one of our men to meet me up?" "I thought so too but she was having non of it. You know how stubborn she can be with her infatuation towards you. I couldn't stop her". Collin lead in closer to him with a really serious gaze" You better learn to control her because next time, I am coming with her head." "Geez man, chill." Logan said with both arms up in the form of surrender. "Tell father I will come see him" with that Collin left the mansion.

As he got out you could see how big the estate was. 

The estate was a grand spectacle to behold. The main house, a majestic Victorian structure, stood proudly against the backdrop of the setting sun, its tall spires reaching towards the heavens. Its red brick facade was adorned with intricate carvings, each telling a tale of the generations that had resided within its walls.

The estate was surrounded by vast gardens, a riot of colors from the myriad of flowers that bloomed year-round. A cobblestone path meandered through the gardens, leading to a serene pond, home to a family of swans. Ancient oak trees dotted the landscape, their leaves whispering stories of old in the gentle breeze.

To the east of the main house lay the stables, home to a dozen thoroughbred horses. The scent of hay and the soft nickering of horses added to the charm of the estate. Nearby, a sprawling vineyard stretched as far as the eye could see, the ripe grapes glistening under the warm sun.

It really was a sight to behold. This was the Browns estate. Home of the Mafia Lord, TOBIAS.