Mobbed By Him #2 (Mobbed By Him Romance Series - Book #2) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

He cancelled the call and glanced at me with a vacant
look. He started backing out of the office as he talked to me. “I will see you
this weekend, Cadence, have a great first day. I will pick you up around 6pm on
Friday.”

I nodded, feeling more scared than I had in my entire
life.

Chapter
Four

Damon

My mind was filled with thoughts of Cadence. She made
my mind spin and I wasn't sure that I liked it. Every time I was in her
presence I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her close. Her smell
intoxicated me and made me want to bend her over the desk in her office. I
wasn't really sure what was wrong with me. I never usually felt this way about
a woman, any woman for that matter. I had never been in love because it just
seemed pointless. Not that I was in love with Cadence; that would be insane.
But she did cause a stir inside me and not just in my pants. Usually the women
in my life didn't stay around longer than a night — I made sure of that. I
didn't like baggage and I liked it less when a girl tried to attach herself to
me like some kind of handbag. I wasn't settling down for anyone. But Cadence
was around the office now, she was getting used to things and I would be seeing
her all the time. Had I wanted that? Was that the real reason that I had hired
her? No, I knew that she was easily manipulated, that was why I had hired her.
She would do whatever I asked of her and ask no silly questions. I had been
surprised, however, when she brought up the other accountants. Maybe she wasn't
as naive as I had thought she was. That was okay. I could still put her under
my thumb; I wasn't worried about her at all.

I was on my way to meet
Gord
.
The phone call that I had received from one of my lackeys while in Cadence's
office had rattled me to say the least. I wasn't sure what the hell was going
on, but I wasn't about to tolerate getting random phone calls like that one
again. People were going to start listening to my orders or I would have them
removed.

Driving out to a warehouse in the middle of the night
wasn't exactly my idea of a great night. Whatever they were up to better be
good because I was in no mood to fuck around. It boggled my mind that the
'boss' would have to deal with situations like the one I was in. Didn't anyone
know how to be competent in any aspect of their job?
Gord
had insisted I come out and I couldn't even imagine what they needed me there
for.

When I pulled into the empty warehouse parking lot, I
at first thought that I was the only one there. Then I saw a few cars in the
back and pulled mine over to where they were. I stepped out of my car and made
my way to the building. I had a briefcase in my hand just in case the matter
required large sums of cash. I had a bad feeling in my gut and when that
happened it usually meant I was in for one hell of a night. I considered
heading back home and telling
Gord
to just deal with
whatever he had going on, but maybe losing my mind in front of them would
prevent such meetings like this from happening again.

I walked into the building and wandered around. It
wasn't long before I saw a group of guys in the back. When I walked up to them
my heart went into my throat and constricted my breathing. There was
Gord
standing there with the guy that had made the phone
call to me. The other guy, I was sure his name was Teddy, he was one of the
guys that handled the killings from the three strike list. None of this was
surprising, but what was surprising was the three people who were on their
knees in front of them. To my dismay, I suddenly found myself in a situation
that I didn't want or need to be in. The three on their knees had bags over
their heads and their wrists were tied with rope. I threw my hands above my
head exasperated. Was this really how my father ran things? It just blew my
mind that they would call me down while they were in the middle of killing
people. Was everyone but me out of their minds?

“What the fuck is going on here,
Gord
?”
I had never felt angrier in my life.

He handed over what looked like a Glock to me. I took
it and stared down at it confused. Why the hell was he giving me a gun?

“Damon, these are the three from the list of the three
strikes.”

“
Ya
, I think that's pretty
obvious,
Gord
. What is less obvious is what the hell
I'm doing here,” I roared. My blood pressure was going through the roof and I
wasn't sure if I was going to be able to contain my temper. I wanted nothing
more than to strike
Gord
for his idiocy.

“You need to kill them, Damon.”

I looked at him as if he had grown three heads right
before my eyes. “You are not the boss
Gord
, and I'm a
little surprised I even have to say that. Don't sit there and give me fucking
orders.”

“I'm not giving you orders. This is the process a new
leader has to take. Your father had to do the same. We need to know that you
will do whatever it takes to be a true leader. You need to kill them, Damon,
otherwise word will get around to other members of the MOB that maybe it's okay
to do things like this and get away with it.”

“Do it yourself and it will send the same message.”

“No Damon, it has to be you this time.”

I was certain that
Gord
knew
that I had no experience with things like that. He knew that I had never killed
anyone before. I considered ordering them to do the job themselves but I
wondered if I was being tested. If they thought they had someone weak running
the company it was likely that I could be removed in the same manner as the
people on their knees. Family or not, they would not have someone weak running
the show. The reason why my father was a great leader of the organization was
because he was terrifying. To everyone, he was a ruthless man that never let
anyone get in his way. I needed to be the same kind of man or I would lose
control of my men and I couldn't have that.

“You are new to the organization Damon, this is
important. Once you have taken care of these pieces of shit you will understand
what needs to be done to be the kind of leader we all need.”

I nodded.
Well fuck me.
“Look, I want you two
to both get the fuck out of here. I will deal with these three.” I gave them a
look that should have told them not to fuck with me for a moment.

“I don't think—”
Gord
stammered.

“Get the fuck out!” I roared in his face, shaking
before him.

That was all it took for the two of them to hightail
it out of there. Holy fuck, I stood there before three people with a gun in my
hand. How had I not anticipated that something like this could happen? Had my
father really killed people before? It wasn't hard to imagine but I had never
expected that I would have to do it too. We had people who did the killings for
us, the boss always remained untouched. That's why I wasn't sure if this was a
test or not. What happened if I failed, would I make it out of there alive?

I bent down before the people and pointed the gun to
the first man’s head. I counted to ten, willing myself to pull the trigger.
This was what I had to do to run the organization. The gun started shaking in
my hand as the anger built up inside of me.
Fuck this
.

I put the gun in my waist band and proceeded to unite
the wrists of the people before me. I took the bags off their heads one at a
time. They stared up at me with disbelief on their face. Tears stained the
girls’ cheeks and I wondered what it had felt like to think that you were just
about to die.

“Listen to me closely. I'm not going to kill you.”
They looked like they didn't believe me. “I'm going to give each one of you
$100,000 in cash. This is your only chance to stay alive. You need to leave the
state immediately and never come back. You cannot contact any of your family
members, you must start new lives. Stay out of the drug world or we will find
you again. If you don't follow my rules exactly you will end up dead. If you
breathe one word of this or anything to do with the MOB, you will force me to
regret my decision to let you live and I will personally come and find you. If
that happens I will make sure your death is slow and torturous. Do I make
myself clear?”

All three of them nodded quickly. There was something
close to gratitude on all of their faces. I opened the briefcase I had brought,
thankful that I had thought to bring cash with me. I handed each one of them a
stack of bills. They nervously took the stacks as if they expected to be
tricked. I could hardly blame them, they were just seconds away from dying. I
was sure that my father would not have offered them even an ounce of kindness. He
couldn't even manage to do that for his own son, never mind a bunch of sluts
and dealers. No, he would have shot them without a care in the world and never
looked back. Thinking that he had any type of a heart was a foolish thing to
do.

“I suggest you get going and leave town as soon as
possible. The two men that left will know you didn't die and they will come
looking for you.”

That was all it took for them to run out the back of
the building. I hoped for their sakes that they would leave and not go on a
bender. This would be their only chance to save their lives.

I wasn't too worried about what the other dealers and
prostitutes would think. As far as they would be concerned they would know that
three people disappeared and they would have to assume they were dead. If any
of my lackeys crossed me, I would have no choice but to kill them myself. It
would be a blessing to get rid of some of the evil on the planet; that kind of
killing I could handle. As for the rest of them, they would know that the
strike list was real and heed that warning.

Chapter
Five

Cadence

Damon had picked me up on time which was refreshing in
a date these days. My ex-boyfriend had been brutally late for almost every date.
It had almost made me think he wasn't interested in going out with me at all. I
should have bailed on that one a long time ago. That one had me fooled from the
beginning, making me believe that I was his true love, only to find him in bed
with another woman. God, what a cliché that was — didn't guys have any original
ways of cheating on a girl?

Shaking my head, I cleared out those thoughts. I was
on a date and the least of my worries should be my ex-boyfriend. Damon was
taking me to a nice seafood restaurant and I was excited to be going out. I
hadn't met too many people while being in Hollywood, which came as a surprise
to me. With all the glamour and glitz I thought I would have plans every night.
But apparently you needed to know certain people to have that kind of a
lifestyle.

We were seated immediately when we arrived and the
outside terrace offered the right amount of romance for the date. Though
romance was not why I came that evening, it was a nice treat anyways. The
evening was warm with a cool breeze which felt refreshing against the setting
sun.

The waiter approached the table and Damon requested
the best wine that they had. He also ordered appetizers and lobsters for
dinner. It was the first time someone had ever ordered for me and I sort of
liked it.

“I hope you don't mind me ordering for you.”

“No, not at all. I’ve never been here before. Thank
you.”

He smiled. “No, thank you for joining me for dinner.”

“So tell me Damon, what kind of hobbies does a man
like you have?”

He paused and looked at me, stunned. He took a sip of
his wine and I followed suit. “God, I don't have hobbies. I can't even remember
the last time I did something like that. My life is far too busy for that I
guess.”

“That's sort of sad. There must be something you do in
your spare time for fun.”

He smirked. “I guess there is, but if I told you, then
you probably wouldn't like me much.”

My heart skipped a beat. He wasn't about to admit
being part of the MOB right then and there, was he?
 
I gulped as I said, “Try me.”

“I guess you could say that my hobbies are women. I
spend a lot of time with women.”

“Oh.”
Ya
, that
was not the answer I had been expecting. Though I
wasn't surprised; my research had indicated that he was a bit of a whore.

He laughed. “Sorry. I just enjoy spending time with
women.
Yourself
included of course.”

I wasn't sure whether I should be flattered or
disgusted that he had lumped me in with the rest of his trollops. Not that it
really should matter anyways. I wasn't there to fall in love, I was there to
find out what happened to my parents.

“Don't apologize. If that's what you prefer, who am I
to judge.”

He nodded with a look of surprise on his face. We
continued talking about the things we did for fun, or I mainly did since
womanizing seemed to be the only hobby the guy had. We got into movies and
music, but the more I talked to him the more I realized he didn't have a whole
lot of joy in his life. His whole world seemed to surround the company and his
family. He couldn't even remember the last book he read, though he remembered
how much he enjoyed reading as a child.