Chapter 3

• While gaining respect in the underworld as the youngest, and practically undetectable weapons dealer, I started to have an interest in companies. Specifically mergers and acquisitions. It was what I went to school for anyway. I already had plans to drop out before my parents were killed, but I had no choice with the empire now handed to me. But I wanted more. I wanted to see if I could legitimately create, and build an empire that would be outside of my other one. I was proud that by thirty, I was able to not only do it successfully, but become a billionaire as well. My brother knew of the business, but wasn't in it. I didn't blame him. His heart was in building, and creating things. It was why when he wanted to start his own construction company, I quickly offered to give him money to start it. Like me, he was determined to do it on his own, and now he is a millionaire in his own right. Creating homes, and sites that were currently in high demand. It was safe to say on the money front, we were more than content with our wealth. My brother chose to celebrate his successes with women.
• A lot of women.
• He would take trips across the world, be seen photographed with the latest celebrity, or model. He would blow thousands on casino's and places for now ex's. It was his money to do with as he pleased, but I didn't want to spend my time that way. I had a girlfriend a while back, but she wasn't my future. Sure, we had a good time, and we had good sex. Not mind blowing, not earth shattering, but it was pleasant. She however fell back in love with her former boyfriend, and we broke it off. Since then, I had a woman when I wanted companionship, but that was the farthest it went.
• But I wanted more.
• I remember how no matter what my dad was doing in the streets, whenever he came home, he treated my mother like the queen she was. I used to roll my eyes, but secretly like when my mom would cup my dad's face, and tell him how much she loved him in spite of. She never finished the sentence, and I always wondered what she was referring to.
• Then as I became older, I realized what she meant. In spite of what you do, I'll always love you. It has been my template I secretly follow, hoping to find that with someone someday. But, until then, I'm stuck.
• I shouldn't sound so ungrateful, because i'm not. I love what I can do, and that at a drop of a dime, anyplace, and anything is at my disposal. But it gets lonely. It's lonely when you're at the top.
• But I digress.
• The reason I am at this event is because several of San Francisco's finest are on my payroll. The current lieutenant told me that the new commissioner isn't on the payroll.
• "He's young, and cocky. If he's not careful, he'll find himself belly up under the Bay Bridge," He said to me earlier this evening. I only nodded while keeping my gaze on the man. He was talking to a group of other cops when he called over a woman's name. While the lieutenant was talking, I had to hold back my gasp, and I was surprised because it was the first time I had ever felt that way.
• Walking towards the new commissioner was a vision in pink. She was of average height. She had hair that flowed over her shoulders, and bangs that only made her eyes even more beautiful. From where he was standing, he could see the intense blue. Her skin was pale, and her lips were a natural shade of pink. The floor length dress she wore was form-fitting, and outlined her perfect shape.
• Simply put, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. Noticing my star-struck look, the man chuckled.
• "Ah. I see you are looking at Mrs. Anastasia Rodriguez."
• "Mrs?" I questioned, to which the man raised a brow.
• "Yes. She is Jose's wife. She doesn't talk much, and the men rarely see her. He keeps her locked away like she's something to only be admired."
• I watched as he smiled, before leaning over to whisper in her ear. She kept her smile on her face, but I could see the fear in her eyes, and the way his hand tightened on her arm in a vise-like grip.
• Douche.
• My father was a ruthless man. He'd done things that I'd never seen, yet only heard of. However, he never touched, killed, or hurt a woman. He made all of his men follow the same rule. Women and children were to be left alone. They were only silenced when they started talking, but once they were paid off, and offered a new life, no one talked much. For Jose to have his position, and what looked to be abusing his wife, was such a contradiction.
• The little boy needed to be dealt with.
• Clearing my throat I changed the subject. Didn't want the man to notice my interest too much. He'd go back and tell the others.