(Karsten)
I stood on the precipice of disbelief. I thought I could keep her safe, but my powers had turned out limited, and this world, too cruel.
From the mont Asbela had shown those masks, I knew the stalker was going to pin the kidnapping of Arata on .
He had planted one piece of evidence; I wasn’t sure if he had planted more. So I had Olphi scan the whole house and get rid of anything that might implicate .
Arata’s behaviour made sense too. The stalker was feeding her lies, creating doubts in her heart. Although so of the things he had told her were true, that contributed to her developing this strong distrust for .
I could never forget the look she had given at our last eting.
The mistrust in her eyes and that disappointnt and fear...
So I imdiately left Marica City with Ma and arrived in Sparia. I inford Caysir to use Ranold’s car and take his help where needed, knowing the police would soon confiscate everything in my na.
I also turned off my original number for now and got a temporary number to use.
Arata’s family had more enemies than I did and combing through their past revealed they had even brought down a Mafia family.
Not an ordinary Mafia family but one of the most prominent in Angel City, who lost power and crawled their way into my lands—Sparia; Urisa’s family.
The cris her grandfather had committed, sickened .
Assaulting and raping a child. That’s what he had done to Arata’s father. This ss needed to be cleaned and my first course of action was going to be getting rid of their family.
I had always doubted Urisa but it was becoming very apparent that she had a hand in Arata’s kidnapping.
I tried to reach her, but she had switched off her phone, and I couldn’t get in contact.
I needed to speak with her family and find out where she was. Contacting my IT guy, I told him to trace her phone.
We still hadn’t been able to trace Arata’s phone. It seed to have just stopped existing. We could only guess her kidnapper was sohow cloaking the phone and if Urisa was involved, he must be cloaking hers too.
Staring out the window of my room, I was ready to ascend to the position of Mafia Lord. That was the only way to keep her safe.
People would think twice before ssing with her once they knew she had my backing.
I ran a frustrated hand on my stubbled chin.
Smoke, I needed a fucking smoke to calm my nerves but sohow I couldn’t bring myself to. Every ti I thought of smoking one, Arata’s face would flash in my mind, and the urge would just die.
I heard the door open behind and soone stepped inside.
"Are you ready?" Rahsir’s voice brought back to my current situation.
Slowly, I turned to watch my younger brother, and on the rarest of occasions, he had no phone in his hand or a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Does it matter? It is what it is." My voice lacked enthusiasm. It was plain dead.
Slowly he walked over and stood beside . We hardly ever held conversations; unlike Roshra, he didn’t fancy having a brother.
Truth be spoken, I never really cared for him either. He just existed and I bore it because of my mother.
"I think you are what this position needs. Believe it or not but you possess attributes of being just and level-headed. Possessing a rational mind who can actually make tough decisions is what we all need."
I didn’t expect such words from him.
"Going soft on brother," I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
He rely shrugged his shoulders.
"Just stating the truth. And I am sorry about what you are going through." He cast a look like the one a brother gives when he wants to say, ’I care for you, big brother, without saying it.’
He continued, "Ma filled in and I know Arata’s father is the one who put that fucking rapist behind bars. I have nothing but respect for Arata and her family. I am going to help you find her at every cost."
Not even in my wildest dreams had I expected to hear such words from Rahsir.
I offered him an acknowledging nod.
"I appreciate it, little brother."
"Let’s go make you the Lord so we can all bow to you and then we will rescue your girlfriend," he sarcastically said and I had to shake my head.
We left the room and headed to the place of my ascension.
Only n were allowed there. The underground hall was vast with gold lights embedded in the ceiling.
A throne fit for a king sat at the end of the room.
What was the point of it? I had no clue.
A table had been set up in the centre of the space with a silver chalice, a dagger, a book and a ring.
Hundreds of n, who were going to be on my beck and call perfectly lined themselves on one side of the room. They included highly trained assassins, spies, hackers and even policen.
They were all going to be my n.
Elders stood behind the table wearing silverish-grey cloaks. The elders of Sparia, who ford the rules, kept the peace and were unannounced rulers of this place.
I had to act as their enforcer of laws, peace and balance. But most importantly, their executioner. Ending the lives of any who would dare threaten them or Sparia, without asking questions.
I wasn’t going to be a blind follower, though; I was only doing this to gain the power needed to rescue her and keep her safe.
"Karsten Toledo, please step forward and extend your right hand," one of the elders announced, making step ahead. Rahsir took his position at the side.
"Where is your Queen? You should have been married according to the rules," he said with a hint of disappointnt. "We are making an exception."
"She was taken from and I need to get her back." There was going to be no other woman for besides Arata. And if it took years to win her affection back I would.
The Elders gave a collective nod.
"The very first task after your Ascension will be to rescue your woman. We don’t have ti to waste."
The Elder took my hand in his wise one, grabbed the knife from the table and slashed open my palm.
The pain radiated through but I didn’t even cringe.
The ’Book of Wisdom’ was open in front of and I placed my hand on the designated page. Printing it with my blood. I was the 27th Mafia Lord.
The Elder then extended the chalice towards .
"Drink and join the ranks of your forefathers, may you rule wisely."
I quietly accepted the chalice and took a small sip. The silence prevailed, even with so many people present. Only their sharp gazes watched .
After the drink, the ring with the insignia of the Fujic Serpent was made to decorate the middle finger of my right hand.
The status of Mafia Lord.
"Now, take off your shirt so we can give you tattoos representing your duties to Sparia."
Unbuttoning my shirt I threw it open and took it off. Two well-built n guided towards the throne and helped settle on it while a tattoo artist made his way towards .
After a few hours, I rose from the throne a different man. A man who was now the Mafia Lord of Sparia and had no control over his life.
"All hail, the Mafia Lord. May you reign justly."
The final announcent was made before everyone stepped up one by one to kiss the ring on my hand and pledge their allegiance to .
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