Billionaire Mafia� Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Zeno’s heart was beating rapidly for two reasons.

First, because it was the first ti he was going to enter that kind of car... And drive it! He was ecstatic, over the moon, but he tried his best to comport himself.

Second, he was wary of his boss; he didn’t trust him, and he wondered where he wanted to lure him to.

Zeno sighed as he pulled the door open, only hoping he wasn’t driving himself to his death. Anything was possible with Sebastian, he got more spontaneous as the days went by.

Zeno closed the door as he entered the car; he marveled at the sophisticated interior. He was almost tempted to run his hands over the rich leather that was used on the chair, but his eyes suddenly caught Sebastian’s image from the rearview mirror.

He had just wanted to steal a glance at the brooding man, he never expected him to be staring right back at him.

The mont their eyes locked, Zeno felt a strange feeling wash over him. He imdiately rembered the unusual incident that had happened between them earlier in his new room, what was that thing he felt when he felt Sebastian’s hot breath on the back of his ear?

Was he turned... No way!

Zeno stared at him, transfixed in the mirror as he noticed how Sebastian was all dressed up in an all-black outfit which enhanced his dangerous charm.

Charm?

Sebastian was about to say sothing to Zeno when he saw his bright blue eyes staring strangely at him, he wasn’t a psychic, but sothing about the way Zeno was staring at him told him that Zeno was also thinking about the untold mont in his room.

Sebastian was shocked at himself as he couldn’t bring himself to look away from Zeno’s ocean-blue eyes.

He felt it again, the weird feeling that zinged through his body when Zeno made that sound in his room; he forced his eyes away from the rearview mirror and away from Zeno’s eyes, looking out his window.

"Follow the map," Sebastian said coldly as he poured himself a bottle of wine, relaxed back into his comfortable leather stitched chair, and elegantly sipped his wine.

Zeno had been lost in thinking about the room incident and, at the sa ti, trying to figure out why he was suddenly starting to think that his evil boss was hot.

But Sebastian’s voice from behind brought him back to reality.

Zeno blinked his eyes away from him and nodded, "Yes, boss."

He faced his front as he started moving the car, and as he drove out of the gate, he noticed Jasper and the other guards in the far corner in front of another house in the large compound, throwing strange looks at him, and it made him wonder why.

Were they planning on setting him up again?

Sebastian sat behind Zeno, watching him carefully as he slowly drove the car. He’d seen the admiration in his eyes the mont he set his eyes on his car, and the delicate way his fingers held onto the stirring told him that Zeno was a lover of cars, and had never driven one like this before.

"Faster, Zeno, I’ve not got all day," Sebastian said

"Ah, yes, boss," Zeno shook his head to bring his thoughts focused on the road, not on the car, and... His boss.

Sebastian ignored him and focused on the laptop in front of him.

Zeno focused on the road ahead. After driving for a while, he discovered that buildings were getting smaller and smaller as they drove farther away from the city.

Zeno looked at the GPS apprehensively, trying to see if he had missed the road at so point, but it simply showed him that he was right on track and would soon be reaching his destination.

He risked a glance at Sebastian and saw him busy on his computer; he’d been glued to it for the whole thirty-minute drive; he couldn’t help but wonder what sort of business required all his attention.

Drugs maybe? He wouldn’t be surprised to find out that he sold drugs, he looked it.

Zeno slowly ca to a stop in front of an intimidating building; from how classy and beautiful it looked, he guessed it must be a hotel. A hotel that did more than letting rooms...

"Boss, Should I drive in?" Zeno asked apprehensively as he stared at the fully ard giants that were positioned at the huge gate as guards.

He knew they were on dangerous grounds and he was going to thread with caution.

Sebastian looked up and saw that they’d arrived at their destination, he finally looked up from his computer screen and fixed his hard gaze on Zeno.

"No. You’re getting off here," Sebastian replied.

"What?!" Zeno couldn’t help but turn his head to the back and look at Sebastian’s face. Maybe he had suddenly learned how to tell a joke.

"Get out and get in there, Zeno," Sebastian repeatedly sternly.

Zeno saw the deathly look on Sebastian’s face and realized that he ant what he had said.

Get off here? Get in there? Why? Was he really setting him up for death? Was all this trouble really worth it? Should he just resign there and then?

No... He couldn’t.

"Don’t make

repeat myself," Sebastian’s voice suddenly sounded close to Zeno’s face.

He had leaned forward, stopping re inches from Zeno’s face. He didn’t like it when his patience was tested.

Zeno reeled back when he felt the tal mouth of a gun on his forehead. He was lost in thought and had forgotten that he had stupidly turned his face to the back to look at Sebastian like he had suddenly forgotten the type of person his boss was.

And Sebastian didn’t fail to remind him.

"Uh, sure. Getting out," Zeno fumbled with the door before he successfully let himself out.

He imdiately realized that the giant guards had been staring at their car from the mont he pulled up, and when he ca out from the car, he felt their unfriendly scrutinizing gazes at him.

He looked left and right and realized that certain kinds of people went through the gate from ti to ti, none of them went in with their car, but they were surely dropped off by fancy and flashy cars.

Sebastian suddenly winds down his glass, getting Zeno’s attention, "Get the bag from the trunk, deliver it to yer. You have five minutes."

Zeno was left in utter confusion as he stared at the glass wind up slowly and smoothly.

"Great,’ He murmured to himself as he walked over to the trunk and took out the heavy black briefcase.

He wondered what could be inside the bag; Cocaine?

Maybe there were cops in there already waiting for him to search him so they could easily arrest him then Sebastian would finally be rid of him.

He took a deep breath as he started walking towards the huge gate.

"State your business," An average security guy asked him in a an tone.

Zeno was surprised, he didn’t expect to see soone with an average height among these tall giants. That’s probably why he missed him in the first place.

But that didn’t an he wasn’t apprehensive, the guy was rugged in his way and fully ard. He knew better than to take anyone he saw here for granted.

"Chill it, Zeb, he’s with the boss," A tall guard ca behind Zeb and pointed to the Maybach parked in front of the building.

"My bad, please enter," Zeb said as his countenance changed imdiately, he stepped away from the gate, allowing Zeno entrance.

Zeno hid his shock and nodded at them as he proceeded to enter the gate that automatically opened as he neared it. What kind of reputation does his boss have that makes everyone shrink at the ntion of his na?

’So, he owns this place?’ Zeno thought.

What was he expecting, of course, he owned the place, it was probably one out of the many investnts he had, his wealth was out of the world, and it was sensible that he had huge businesses that generated billions of inco.

That’s why he was a billionaire.

"Now what?" Zeno asked as he stood in front of two large buildings.

He suddenly realized that he didn’t know where to find this yer dude.

And ti was ticking, he now had four minutes to return to his boss.

He would have asked one of the security n outside about yer, but he didn’t. And now, his mind was battling with him whether to return and ask them or not. What if one of them was yer?

One of the buildings looked reserved, like sothing the rich families would lodge in for business trips, while the other one looked more like a Mafia nightclub.

Zeno sighed, he was about to walk into the reserved-looking building when he heard a lady’s voice calling soone in front of the nightclub.

"Co over here, yer. We don’t want to risk getting caught," The lady’s voice was thick with a xican accent.

Zeno quickly turned to the voice and saw a very beautiful and curvy lady dressed in a sexy red dress and waving to soone behind the sliding door she just co out from.

Zeno was entranced by the lady’s ethereal beauty, but he quickly snapped out of his admiration when he recognized the na she had just called.

yer.

That was his man.

He quickly walked toward her, and the mont he reached the lady was the sa ti a bald young man in his early thirties walked out the door.

"Lower your voice, Florence, he’ll soon be here- ah, behind you, Flo," yer announced with a smirk.

Florence imdiately turned and was surprised to find Zeno behind her.

"Oh, hello, Zeno. When did you get here?" Florence asked, flashing him a blinding smile.