Chapter 9

His hands itched, to kill someone, anyone, His anger was perking up with every word his father was saying. If it had been anyone else instead of him, Liam would have killed him by using the same paperweight he was clutching to calm his rage. But he reminded himself that the man was his boss and father. Liam knight might be a twisted man but even he had certain limits. He respected the man sitting in front of him, he was his father after all. It's just that he didn't like what his father was suggesting.

"You will turn thirty this year. Time is slipping Liam. Find the girl or let me find one for you?"

Liam eyed his father. "You found one for yourself, she ended up six feet under the ground, I think I will pass on that offer."

Ryan only chuckled, a glint came to his eyes. "Jealous that you couldn't say goodbye to your mama one last time."

Liam only raised a brow. As if it mattered to the man who killed his wife brutally. Liam understood it, clearly. The woman deserved to die, no one could remain alive when you fed information to cops. She wanted to run away from them, from this life, but she forgot the rule that you enter this world alive and you exit it only when you are dead. Liam understood it better than his brother, Ralph. Because it was Liam who for the first time saw sadness on his father's face. That drunken night he told Liam that she was cheating on him. In the end, She got what she deserved. Death! By the hands of her husband.

Liam learnt an important lesson that day which was: that stupid emotion can turn a strong man into a fool, he decided then, that he would never love anyone.

Ryan laughed hearing Liam. Liam was not fooled by his father's joyous laughter, he could see that the man was still not over it. His wife still lives in his mind rent-free even after eighteen years of her death. Why else would he not have married another woman? Simple, he couldn't give her place to anyone else.

Even dead, the woman still plays with his mind.

"I have something for you," Ryan said.

Liam frowned, his fingers drumming the black mahogany desk, waiting for his father to proceed. He then placed some pictures on the desk, in front of Liam.

Liam's eyes stopped on the pictures of a girl, a beautiful girl with blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, sharp cheek and that luscious curvy figure of her. The girl was pure perfection. Liam could feel the blood rushing into his male part.

Liam knight desired her, he could feel himself drowning in her warmth.

Ryan gave him another crooked smile." calm your di*k, son, she is not that easy to get! Don't you want to know who she is?" He asked, gesturing at the pictures.

"The only thing I know is that she is going to be my new mistress…" Liam said, darkly. His eyes fixed on those pouty lips. He could imagine himself in her mouth.

"She won't be your mistress but your wife, Liam. You have to marry her to get into her pants."

Ever so slowly, Liam raised his eyes and settled them on his father's face

He leaned forward, "I won't marry only to f**k a girl…"

"I wish there was another way son but you see, this girl is Ethan King's daughter. Aurora Kings and the only way you can control Ethan and his territory. You are lucky that she is pretty to look at, she could be an ugly duckling." Ryan jabbed. He could see the wheels running in his son's mind.

Ethan king's daughter. Liam knew what that meant. She was off-limits. Her father was a cruel man. It's not like Liam feared him, oh, not at all, he just respected the man as one should be respected in the mafia world. He was also aware of Ethan's influences and power. He was someone who could not be taken lightly but the main reason was sitting in front of him. His father considered Ethan his friend.

"There is another way to rule the territory…" Liam still jibed, just to see his father's reaction. Liam was not against friendly relations. He too had it with the brother of his biggest rival but he was against it when it started hurting business. His friendship was helping his business with a status quo with Russian pakhan.

The smile on Ryan's face vanished. "Don't even think about it. He is a friend, there are things you don't know and I want them to remain that way." Ryan sighed, calming his beastly anger.

"I know you want to rule the mafia world, for that you need to win the heart of it. Why spill blood when you can win it with a girl. This is your chance, Ethan had no better choice than you. He would agree to the alliance, I am sure of it. Make your decisions calmly, son because your time is running away," Saying that Ryan left.

Liam gritted his jaw. Time was certainly running away. Getting married was never in his mind but now the only thing that stood between him and that don's chair was his marriage.

He picked the picture of that blonde temptress, his eyes sharpened as they took in every single detail of her body. That curvy body, that's exactly how he liked his woman. His feral body was throbbing with need, need to claim the temptress.

The girl was the wet dream of every teenager.

He put the picture back on the desk when a knock sounded on his door.

"Enter," he ordered, his brother Ralph entered with a fuck-off look on his face. Liam's mind stiffened. Again, the bad news as if it would ever end. He was losing shipments in the west, the masked man was testing his patience.

He waited for his brother to recite the reason for being in a spoiled mood and then his hands twitched. They twitched for violence.

"Who denied the access?" Liam knight asked his brother Ralph once again even though he never did that, asking the same question twice.