Mobbed by Him (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (2 page)

Heading into the boardroom where the meetings were
held I saw most everyone had already arrived. They were sitting at the table as
one of the lower associates was handing out glasses of bourbon. They loved to
drink their bourbon and talk shop, just like in the movies. So predictable.

I shook hands as I went around the room and heard the
same 'I'm sorry' that I had been hearing for days. I just nodded my head saying
very little and took a seat.

Gord
came into the room and said, “No Damon, you should take the head.”

My eyebrows raised, he was referring to the head of
the table where my father used to sit. I got up from the seat and made my way
to the head of the table.

“So you want to explain to me what I'm doing here? We
all know that my father wasn't a big fan of me and I was never allowed here
before, so what's up?”

“It is time to get things back on track now that your
father has been buried. We need someone to run the organization.”

“So how does that affect me? I'm just in charge of the
money. Do whatever the hell you guys want.”

Gord
looked around the room uncomfortably. “You don't seem to understand Damon,
there is a part of your father’s will that stipulates what happens to the
organization in the event of his death.”

I sighed. “Okay, so what is it? Who is in charge?”

“You are.”

My brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking
about? My father wouldn’t leave me in charge.”

“But he did. The organization must be directed by the
oldest in the family. You are the oldest of your brothers and it is now your
job to run things, just like your father did. You have control over the
organization now.”

Holy shit.
I couldn't have been more stunned by what
Gord
had
just said to me. Was that my father’s intention all along, to have me run
things, or was it just tradition to have the oldest take over? Either way, I
didn't give a shit. I finally had what I wanted. I was stunned but confident
that I would be able to take on my father’s job and do what he would have
wanted me to do. The billion dollar business that my father had built from the
ground up was now mine to control.

“The first order of business here, Damon, is to find
someone to take over your position. We need someone to control the money and to
handle the numbers. We need someone who won't ask too many questions.”

Interesting.

Chapter
Three

Cadence

Looking around my new apartment I felt a little pride.
It had been six months since my parents’ death and a fresh start was certainly
what I needed the most. Although I had different reasons for moving to
California, I was glad for the change, the new surroundings to help me to cope.
I needed a fresh start, a new life from the one I had been leading. All I could
think about was my parents and how being back in Illinois just reminded me of them
all the time. My family and friends had tried to convince me to stay; they
thought that California was a rash decision and that I would get caught up in a
world that would only blind me from the pain that I was feeling. It was true, I
was hiding from the pain I felt over my parents’ death, but I also had a
mission. I was there for a reason and no one else would ever understand that.
There was no point in explaining myself to anyone. If they had any idea I was
planning on contacting the MOB and finding out who killed my parents, they
would have me locked up. I couldn't exactly blame them; it was a crazy idea.
But I felt I had to do it. I had to honor my parents and get justice for their
death. Maybe I was naive that I could go up against people in the MOB, but I
had a hard time letting it go. I didn't want to let it go. I could do nothing
to help my parents; I hadn't even known that they were in trouble. I needed to
do this for them, not only for myself. I wish I had known they were in trouble,
but even if I had, what would I have done? It was an impossible situation.

Moving into my new apartment felt incredible. I had
something of my own once again and I was planning on embracing the new start
for whatever it was worth at that point. I had a lot of work to do, that was
for sure. I needed to find a job, the sooner the better. It was all part of the
fresh start I had; plus my savings would only last so long. I needed to bring
in an income, as California wasn't exactly a cheap place to live. I had a few
interviews at companies already, but I had yet to be hired by anyone. It was
starting to get a little frustrating, but I had to hold out hope that I would
get a job soon. California was a big place, after all. There was no shortage of
jobs, and I was confident that I would get one soon. Hopefully sooner rather
than later cause this girl had some bills to pay. Not only that, but getting
the inside track on people in the MOB would require me to be social, and being
social required some money.

I decided to do some research on the MOB in the area.
I set up my laptop and opened up Google. I started reading some news clippings
about the MOB that was controlling L.A. and the surrounding area. I didn't find
too much information about particulars in the MOB. They were rumored to be part
of the Alexander family, however. Were they the ones running the show? One
article had a picture of the Alexander family; they looked not only content
with their existence, but very powerful. There was a man and a woman who looked
very happy together. With them were three boys. I had to assume they were the
sons of the family. Were these people responsible for my parents’ death? I
looked up the father’s name and did a search on him as well. An obituary came
up and I stared at it in shock. The father had died of a heart attack a week
ago; the funeral had been just a few days ago. He's dead. His death was
surprising but it wasn't that big of a deal. The father was the MOB leader; he
wasn't the one that butchered my family. It would have been someone under him.
Though he would certainly have been the person that sent out the marching
orders. He was just as responsible for my parents’ death as the one that took
their lives, but he was dead now and out of my reach. That had to be some form
of karma, however. The only problem was, just because he died didn't mean the
MOB did. Someone always took over control. Which one was it? It had to be one
of his sons, as that would make the most sense. They always passed things down
to other members of the family; it's not like it would be passed to a stranger.
So which son would be taking control and was he as ruthless as his father? It
must take a certain type of person to be in the MOB. To be in charge of being
bad when you had to get back the money they loaned out. How did these people
ever live with themselves when they knew they were sentencing people to death
over money? It made me sick to my stomach.

The obituary mentioned that he was survived by a wife
and three sons, just like I saw in the picture. I took in the information and
names of the sons and decided that I would look up the oldest son, Damon, and
see if anything popped up. It made more sense that he would be the successor in
the business. I was basically looking up another monster. He would be taking
over the company and I was sure of that much. He was young, but business was
business, someone would have to take over.

I couldn't find anything in the news about him. There
were no articles to be found on him at all. I took my search to the social
media networks to see if I could find him. It wasn't long before I found him.
God, he was incredibly good looking. All the pictures that I saw of him were at
fancy clubs with many different women. I mean, a lot of different women. The
guy seemed to be a real player. I couldn't see anything that indicated he ever
had a girlfriend, so he was just a man whore. Gross. It often surprised me how
men could behave in such a way. They truly thought they were studs because they
slept with a lot of women. I didn't care how society portrayed them, sleeping
around was just slutty, end of story. This man was the epitome of a slut. The
very idea that he would take out so many girls and then toss them aside
sickened me.

I scrolled through his profile, surprised that a man
that had a family such as his didn't have more privacy on his page. His latest
status was an invite to any woman that wanted to meet up with him for drinks at
a club. What a douchebag; the guy was just dying to be surrounded by eligible
ladies. It made me wonder what kind of a girl would go after that grenade. I
had never been to an L.A. club and thought it would be fun. Not only that but I
wanted to ask him a few questions. I was hoping to get some kind of information
out of him that would provide me some clarity. Something that would lead me in
the right direction. I wasn't sure exactly what I could do, or how to do it,
but I needed information. Would it be possible to just go up and ask him
directly what happened to my parents? To demand answers, to demand someone be
held accountable? No, of course not, that wasn't possible at all. I would put
myself in danger, and yet I needed to find out some answers. I had to be
careful, however, or I could end up like my parents.

Chapter
Four

Damon

Heading to the club I already had a pretty good buzz
on. I was a big fan of pre-drinking before a party. I liked feeling happy
before I even entered a club. Annoyed, I wasn't really in the mood to be going
out but I was determined to do so anyways. I had gotten into a fight with
Gord
just before I left. The old buzzer was actually
starting to get on my nerves. I knew that the organization had its traditions
but I wasn't about to follow every one of them. Some just didn't apply to me,
plain and simple. Now that I was the new MOB leader they didn't want me going
out to clubs. I couldn't even imagine what I would do with myself if I didn't
have the release of going out to a club and meeting some ladies. I told
Gord
to mind his own business, that I was going anyways. He
had been very displeased with me and I was sure he wished one of my other
brothers had been old enough to take on the position. Too bad for him, he was
now stuck with me. My brothers were too young, and would have no idea how to
handle the responsibility that I had. They were weaker links. They had less
responsibility than I did. It was as if my father had thought that no one but
him could do the job right. He had no faith in his sons and yet he had to know
that one day one of us would take over. Why hadn't he prepared me for that? It
just didn't make any sense. Unless my father never anticipated that he would
die so young; maybe he never intended on having me run the show. Was that
possible? Would he have eventually changed his will, leaving me with nothing?
No, he couldn't have hated me that much, and yet his lack of interest in me
throughout the years made no sense. Why make me the money man if I was
successor of the business? Why not put me under his wing and show me the ropes
so that I was ready to take on such a feat as being the leader of such an
organization? I had so much to do, so many people to run, that I found it
overwhelming trying to keep up with it all. Thank god I had lackeys to do most
of the work for me.

It's true that rival organizations would love to take
a hit at the new boss in town to crumble an organization, but that wasn't going
to happen to me. I was much too smart for that. Besides, I had bodyguards with
me just in case. Either way, I didn't give a shit what
Gord
wanted. I was living my own life for a change. My father had spent a lot of
time trying to crush my own dreams, so I wasn't about to live in his shadow
after his death as well. I was in control now and we were going to do things my
way. Once I got a handle on how the business was run there would be some
changes. There had been some things that I disagreed with my father about,
things I felt that could have been more profitable, but he had never listened
to my ideas. Well I was running the show now and people were going to start to
listen to me. It was a new generation of MOB bosses and I was going to show
them how it was done.
 

We pulled up to the club and the bodyguards surrounded
me as we made our way passed the line and in through the front door. The club
was hopping as usual and we headed to my own private VIP booth. It was always
filled with liquor and it kept the riffraff out. Most of the women there always
wanted to be with me; I always had women all over my arm. They knew me as a
wealthy guy to begin with, and that was before I became the leader of a billion
dollar organization. I liked to treat the ladies well for their attention. I
had a habit of showering them with gifts for various reasons. They all hoped to
be the one girl that would finally steal my heart and live happily ever after
with. That was highly unlikely as I had no intention of having my heart stolen
by anyone. There was no interest in it for me. I preferred to be alone and
women were just looking for money anyways. When it was time to marry a gold
digger of my own I would just close my eyes and point at one. They were all the
same, there was no need to be choosey. When a woman came around that surprised
me that would truly be the day. But I wasn't holding my breath. The only
original woman I knew was my mother and she came from a very different
generation of women. The women nowadays were all superficial bitches who
worried more about selfies than anything going on in the world. It turned my
stomach; all they were good for was a fun roll in the hay and nothing more. My
mother often pressured me about getting a woman and marrying her so that I
would have someone to watch my back in life. I knew one day she would expect
that of me but I planned on holding off for as long as I could. The very idea of
marriage made my stomach do flip flops. All the MOB leaders however had wives;
some had girlfriends too, but that wasn't something that was allowed within our
organization. My father had always been loyal to my mother and he expected the
same from his sons. It didn't matter what we did before marriage, but
afterwards he expected that we put up a loyal front for the women in our lives.
Maybe that was why I didn't want to get married. I was having too much fun in
my life right now, so why would I settle down? Responsibility really wasn't my
thing, but now that I was the leader I was more than willing to step up. I just
didn't want to deal with a wife.