Billionaire Mafia� Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125

Ezra was standing in his living room, trying to recall if he had actually seen Zeno last night and this morning.

It almost felt like he had imagined it, but the food on the table inside his kitchen told him that he hadn’t imagined any of it.

Then, Where is Zeno?

Could he have left without informing him? Why?

However, The main problem was the father and son duo sitting in front of him, especially the son, who was looking at him as if he had used Zeno for breakfast.

"Let

sothing straight, Ezra," Sebastian stood and walked close to Ezra.

"You did receive Zeno in your house last night, right?" Sebastian questioned in a calm voice, but everyone knew there was nothing calm about him when he got that way.

"Yes, Sebastian, Zeno was eight here before I went to call that mother..." He paused when he realized that Ken was looking at him.

He sighed and pointed to Nicholas, who was sitting behind him, "Him. Zeno was here when I went to call Nicholas for breakfast." Ezra said.

"Then? Where is he now?" Sebastian asked, his fists balled inside his pocket.

He didn’t want to lose it in front of his son, but he was so angry, he wanted to punch sothing, Ezra’s face preferably.

"I don’t know, Sebastian. He left, he left without saying a word to anyone," Ezra replied.

"What do you an he-"

"Chill, Sebastian. Maybe he left because you didn’t treat him right; I an, you’ve been nothing but an to the poor guy ever since you t him; it surprises

how he fell for you," Nicholas suddenly spoke from behind Ezra.

Sebastian was about to walk towards Nicholas but Ezra held him back.

"Leave him, he’s not worth it," Ezra turned to Nicholas and said, "Remain quiet, Nicholas. No one needs your jealousy and toxicity," He reprimanded.

Nicholas scoffed, "I was just being honest, soone had to say it," He shrugged and crossed his legs.

Sebastian sighed and removed Ezra’s hand from his arm.

He slowly paced the living room, wondering if what Nicholas had said was the truth.

Had Zeno really run away from him? Does it an that Zeno never really loved him?

Wasn’t he allowed to vent too? Had he overreacted last night with Zeno? Or, has, Zeno always been looking for a way to leave him?

"Fuck!" He muttered.

Zeno should have at least told him why he was leaving him. Now he was left to forever wonder what he didn’t do right.

Ken suddenly started to sob, making all the adults in the room turn to him.

They had let their emotions get the better of them; they shouldn’t be fighting in front of a little boy who was still trying to comprehend why he couldn’t find his friend.

"Now look what you both caused," Nicholas said and pushed Ezra out of the way.

"Hey, Ken, Zenonis going to co back, okay? He probably went to get so groceries," Nicholas assured, carrying the boy in his arms.

"Is it true, Daddy?" Ken looked at his father, who was standing beside the couch, looking lost in thought.

Sebastian blinked, looking at his son, "Yes, Zeno will be back soon," He wished he could believe his own words.

He was the one who was trying to prepare his son’s mind for Zeno’s absence last night, but look how badly he was taking it. He was barely holding up; he felt empty, as if Zeno had left with a part of him, and that part of him could never be replaced.

Nicholas carried Ken away, showing him so video on his phone to keep him distracted.

Ezra sighed, "What are you going to do?" He stared at Sebastian’s face and knew that he was hurting, his face said it all.

For the first ti, he saw his friend clueless and helpless.

"I have no idea, Ezra. He’s not answering his calls, it’s probably on airplane mode, doesn’t that say sothing? He doesn’t want to be contacted," Sebastian replied slowly, almost like he was talking to himself.

Ezra was quiet, "He can’t leave, his Grandma is still in my care, rember? Zeno would never leave her, he ans the world to her. So chill, maybe he just wanted to clear his head before going back to you. Don’t overthink it, friend." He went to Sebastian and spread his arms for him.

"Hug?" Ezra asked.

Sebastian eyed him and walked away from him.

"No hug," Ezra muttered.

Sebastian was anxious; he needed to return to his side; he promised himself to try and work it out with him. He admitted that his actions were harsh and pushed Zeno away, but he was also angry for the right reasons.

They needed to talk, address the issue once and for all, and let it go.

***

Zeno reached his house and got out of the cab.

He felt so strange coming back to his own house that he walked up to the front deck and noticed sothing.

His door handle was broken and lying on the floor; he bent and picked it up, looking around for anyone, but didn’t see.

He frowned.

Could it be that strange ssenger who broke his lock? Why?

He was starting to rethink his decision, maybe he should not have co here, or at least, alone.

What if he was walking into a trap?

His curiosity had gotten the better of him, he was so eager to know everything that he decided in a rush.

He looked around for anyone, still, nothing. He thought the stranger’s ssage would already be waiting for him; it turns out no one was there.

He faced his door and sighed; he was going to go in; after all, it was his ho. But he heard that whoever broke the lock might just be hiding inside, waiting for him to get in, so he walked into their trap.

Still, he slowly pushed the door open, standing beside the wall to listen for any sounds.

He stayed like that for fifteen seconds, when he didn’t hear anyone, he moved away from the wall and looked into the house.

Zeno was shocked, everything was destroyed. His heart broke all over again, this was the only place he had all his mories with his parents. Now, those mories were broken, literally.

The couch, TV, pictures, tables, and every other thing was broken to pieces.

Zeno slowly walked into their living room, tears feeling up his eyes; every step he took unlocked a precious mory of his family in that sa room that now looked vandalized.

Ge walked over to the table and noticed sothing, the drawers looked untouched, with the contents neatly placed on the floor as if soone was carefully searching for sothing inside the drawers.

He frowned; what could they possibly be looking for in their ho? They were just an ordinary family with no secrets; this kind of thing only happens to dirty upper-class families who have a lot of skeletons hiding in their closets.

"I see you ca," A voice spoke from the door, startling Zeno.

Zeno imdiately stood from the floor and faced the door.

He stood on alert in case of an attack.

He saw the man standing in front of the door and frowned. The man looked oddly familiar, but he couldn’t rember from where.

"Who are you?" Zeno asked firmly.

The man chuckled, "You forget so soon, Zeno. I’ve been waiting for your call, you never called, why?" He slowly started walking toward Zeno.

Zeno imdiately picked a sharp wood from the broken ss and pointed it to the man, "Remain where you are, old man. I asked who you are," He spoke loudly.

The man paused and raised his hands beside his head.

"Calm down, Mr. Evader, I’m not the enemy. My na is Bison...rember now? I gave you my card at the gala in Japan, you never called," He inford.

Zeno relaxed a little, he stared at the man’s face and recalled him asking him to co work for him if he ever got tired of working for Sebastian.

However, that wasn’t the only thing he rembered. He rembered seeing the barcode tattoo on his sleeve. Bison was the Barcode man!

Zeno knew he was in trouble, he had effortlessly walked into the enemy’s den.

"It was you; you sent those n to attack us, threatened Sebastian’s son, and are still looking for a way to harm them. What do you want from ? What do you want from my ho? Why did you do this?" Zeno’s face was angry; he didn’t care if he was going to die the next minute; he would never submit to the foe.

Bison shook his head, "? No, I didn’t do this to your house. About haunting the Orions? Yes, and I’ll stop at nothing till I kill them all," He smiled at Zeno and started walking toward him again.

Zeno was moving back, his weapon in front of him; he knew the man would be ard and probably had n with him outside; fighting him was a sure way to go, but he didn’t mind doing it.

"I’ll say it again, Zeno, I’m not the enemy, Zeno...he is," Bison raised his phone to Zeno.

Zeno stopped moving back, he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

In Bison’s phone, Mr. Orion stood in the middle of the living room, watching his n destroy everything.

He couldn’t comprehend it.

Mr. Orion? Why?

"Now, you know that you’ve been living with the enemy," Bison said with a mysterious tone.