Chapter Four

Julian drove his Bentley, switching through lanes like a pro. He had a meeting to go to, and later he had to speak to members of his gang. He made a narrow turn, avoiding the old lady that was crossing the road.

The Devil's Day Gang was thriving; they had firm control over drugs, guns, and all other illegal operations. The only rule Julian had was no stealing and no dabbling in human trafficking.

Someone had broken both rules.

Enzo had come to him first; he mentioned that at the club, a group of men had come looking for a child to buy. They didn't deal in skin, and after three hours of torturing those men, they had confessed where they got the Intel.

Julian's hand gripped the wheel in anger. He had been disobeyed, and someone needed to die quickly. He told Enzo to bring the guy over to his office, planning on how he would slowly murder him.

The Bentley was fast and convenient, he didn't want to be driven today by Salvador. He needed the rush, and as usual, driving at the speed of light through New York City had helped him get his high.

He got to his bank and came down, throwing his keys at the valet to be parked. The navy blue suit he wore today brought out his eyes, making him seem more humane.

Inside, he was a raging beast.

"Good morning, Boss," Sandra, the receptionist, blinked seductively at him. He had fucked her three months ago, and she was still trying to get into his pants, her shirts unbuttoned, and her skirt short. She looked desperate, and he hated desperation.

"Morning Sandra. I am expecting Enzo. Tell Miriam to let him in."

His father's assistant had refused to retire, saying she enjoyed work, and now she wanted to work for him. He had let her to, for a year before an accident happened, making her finally decide to take things easy.

He stepped into his private elevator that led to his floor. Enzo would be in the office in exactly 20 minutes, and he wanted to be ready before he came with his prey.

Miriam was sitting behind her desk, her blond hair in a bun. "Miriam," Julian said.

She smiled at her young boss, he was a better employer than his father. All the staff said so. Even with the rumors and his promiscuous lifestyle, he was a better option to lead his father's legacy than his stepbrother.

"Julian De Santis. You are late," she said. "The boss is never late, ma'am," he replied, waking into his office.

She got up and moved slowly, standing at the entrance.

"You have a meeting at 2 pm with some investors. I don't know why we need investors. That Godfather guy has covered all our needs."

One of the things Julian discovered when he became chairman was someone stealing from the company, almost causing bankruptcy. After firing a few people, he had invested in the business, and made more profit in the last year.

Julian walked to his bar and grabbed a glass. Pouring brandy in it, he took a sip and stared out into the city.

"What else do I have to do today, Miriam?" he asked her.

"Your new assistant is coming. You'll love her. When I interviewed her, she was the best candidate. She didn't have a lot of job experience, but she was the smartest of them." Miriam replied. Julian took a sip of his brandy again, nodding.

"Send her in when she comes," he said. Finishing his drink, he sat down and perused the documents in front of him.

"Enzo would come by with a guest. Let them in. Cancel all meetings I have when he's here from now till 2," he instructed.

Miriam left the office, shutting the door behind her, and Julian began his work.

He was still focused, when a knock came through the door. " Come in," he said.

Enzo walked in, with the man of the hour, Charles Giovellani. Charles looked smug, pleased to see a new client even when it was against the rules.

Julian stretched his lips in a fake smile, stretching his hands to take in Charles own, the gang's tattoos on the designated point of Charles' hand. Good.

"Sit down, gentlemen," he said, gesturing to the chairs. Charles looked at the large office, his eyes open in wonder and greed, while Julian went to get two drinks.

"Here, to the finer pleasures of life," said Julian. Charles gulped the drink down, smiling like a fool.

"So, my friend tells me you deal in certain special things," Julian winked at him, trying to trick him into being comfortable. It worked.

"Yeah, I have everything you need," Charles said.

"Including, let's say, a child or woman?" asked Julian. His office was soundproof, checked for bugs every day before he went in, and he has no reason to fear. He wanted Charles to sign his fate.

Charles licked his lips. "Yes. I deal in that. You're only hearing about this because of my good man," he slapped Enzo's shoulders, laughing. Enzo laughed out too, encouraging him while watching his boss.

"Good. Good. Well, I am in need of your services. I have special tastes, you see," Julian grinned at Charles.

"Well, you've come to the right person." Charles boasted, a look of pride in his eyes.

"Very well, Enzo is a good friend of mine. He would help me get the purchase from you. Say, How much is your price?" He stood up and went to the bar, placing his cup there.

"It's three hundred grand for a woman, five hundred for a child. Boy or girl," a sick, greedy look was on Charles face.

Julian keyed in his passcode, opening the safe in his office. He took out six hundred thousand dollars and gave it to him. "Enzo knows what I like," he said. Charles eyes bulged as he saw the money in his front. Greedily, he started stuffing the pockets of the cheap suit he had on.

"Yes, I'll make sure you get only the best. It was nice doing business with you, Mr.," he asked.

"You don't know who I am? Funny. You have my mark in, yet you don't know who I am."

Charles started fidgeting, his face turning red.

Julian's voice dropped low. "Please, give Enzo my product." He waved his arms, dismissing them.

Enzo practically dragged Charles out of the office, he was screaming, realizing his mistake. He would deal with him later, first he had to settle his business.

Twenty minutes later, another knock came at his door. "Come in," Julian said.

The smell of vanilla filled his nose, and a woman walked in, her heels sounding as she took tentative steps towards his desk. She smelled vaguely familiar, he realized.

"Hello, Sir, I am your new assistant."