Billionaire Mafia's Manny
Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Chapter 38

"Marcus? Why are you here? I booked you a flight to France," Mr Glen turned in surprise to look at his son behind him.

Zeno and his friends observed quietly, noting the panic on Mr. Glen’s face as he looked at his son.

"France? Yes. But, I changed my mind when I discovered you were hosting an illegal party," Marcus said loudly.

Mr. Glen’s eyes widened, and he immediately stood up and dragged his son to a corner; Zeno followed behind quietly.

"Keep your voice down, Marcus!" Mr. Glen hushed.

Marcus angrily snatched his hand away from his father, turning his face to glare at Zeno, his hair falling across his face.

"And who’s this? One of your underdogs for your dirty games?" Marcus asked condescendingly, pointing at Zeno.

Zeno raised a brow at him but remained quiet. He wasn’t here to engage in a fight with a spoilt grown-up.

"Stop this, Marcus. I asked you to meet your Mama in France, what are you doing here?! It’s not safe!" Mr. Glen questioned.

"Oh, so you do accept that it’s not safe. I don’t get it, why and when did you turn this way?" Marcus asked, staring at Father as if he was seeing him for the first time.

"You don’t get to question me, boy! When your Mama left with half of my money, how did you think I got back on my feet? From my stupid hotel?" Mr. Glen glared at his son.

"Don’t be delusional, son, you also benefitted from my evil acts. The cars, the good life and all, where did you think they came from? Huh?!" Mr Glen was angry.

"Everything I did was for you! Did you hear me, you, son, no one else," He said.

Marcus shook his head, looking at his father disdainfully.

"No, Father. You did it all for yourself, it’s your nature: greed and wickedness. The hotel was enough to give us a stable income and a good life, but this part of greed? It was all for yourself," Marcus said quietly.

Zeno caught a tear slip down Marcus’ eyes but he was quick to wipe it away.

He didn’t know their story, but Marcus seemed like someone who loved his father, he wouldn’t be so hurt and disappointed if he wasn’t.

"Sir, I think they’re here," Zeno went closer and said to Mr Glen, pointing him to the entrance where a group of men dressed in expensive suits walked into the hall.

"Go far away from here, Marcus. I know I did bad, and if I go down, I won’t take you with me; you’re my only son, and I love you," Mr. Glen said and turned away from Marcus, marching back to the table.

"You!" Marcus called Zeno as he was about to walk away.

Zeno slowly turned, raising a questioning brow at him without saying a word.

"Can I ask you something?" Marcus asked, walking closer to Zeno.

Zeno narrowed his eyes at him, wondering what he could want to ask of him.

"Mm," Zeno nodded.

"Tell me honestly, would there be a chance of bail for him?" Marcus asked, sniffing and looking away from Zeno.

Zeno frowned as he stared at Marcus. Why was he asking about bailing his father? Did he know what was about to happen to his father?

"I-"

"Never mind! Don’t answer that," Marcus said and suddenly walked away.

Zeno sighed. The guy was surely hurt from learning his father’s true colors.

"It’s a pity, he did love his father," Jeremiah said behind Zeno.

Zeno turned to him, smirking, "Are you sure he’s the only one who loved Glen?" Zeno smiled.

"Oh, please, if not that I’ll be charged with murder, I’d have killed the bastard long ago," Jeremiah scoffed.

Zeno shook his head, he understood how pained Jeremiah and Thomas were. The man murdered their father in cold blood.

"Come on, let’s go see what’s next," Jeremiah subtly held Zeno’s hand and led him back to the table.

As they were reaching the table, they saw John approaching Mr. Glen’s table with a few suited men, and immediately, they knew who those men were.

Poor Glen, he didn’t know what was coming for him.

"Boss, these are the Russian men I spoke to you about, they are interested in a total buyout, no matter the price," John introduced the men standing behind him.

The guards saw an evil glint shine across Mr. Glen’s eyes.

"Please, young men, sit with me," Mr. Glen said to them, pointing to the chairs around the table.

"Садиться(saditsya)" One of the suited men translated to the others in Russian.

As they sat down, Three girls came along and placed drinks in front of them.

"Please, accept my hospitality," Mr. Glen said.

The men nodded.

"My name is Viktor, and these are my brothers; Sergei and Ivan," Viktor introduced, his words thick with the Russian accent.

He seemed to be the only one who could speak and understand English amongst his brothers.

Mr Glen politely raised his glass to the brothers, gently clinking it with theirs.

"So, Mr. Glen. We want to buy a hotel and girls, possible?" Viktor asked.

Mr. Glen nodded vigorously. He was still skeptical if there would be any reasonable people who would be interested in buying his hotels, but here they were, and Russians, too.

He knew Russians were always loaded with money, he wasn’t going to let these pass him by.

"Sure, sure, Viktor, I’d love to sell them all out to you and your brothers," Mr. Glen said, smirking.

"Oh, great, great. The girls, do they do chores...if you understand the kind of chore I talk about," Viktor said, taking out his cigarette and lighting it up.

Mr Glen chuckled darkly, "Trust me, Viktor, they’ve been bent to do as their master pleases. Especially in that kind of chore," Mr. Glen burst out laughing.

Viktor laughed lightly, nodding at him.

"I talk with my brothers, we come back soon," Viktor said to Mr. Glen.

"Sure, I’ll wait for you, take your time," Mr. Glen replied, smiling.

Viktor nodded and turned to his brothers. He said something to them in Russian, and they stood and left the table.

"Nice one, John. Nice one," Mr. Glen said to John, gulping his wine.

"Come here," He waved at Zeno.

Zeno nodded and walked over to him, leaning down to hear what he wanted to say to him.

"Find me the sexiest girl. I can’t leave without getting some," He chuckled, patting Zeno’s arm.

Zeno secretly balled his fists but still managed to nod calmly, "Yes, sir."

Jeremiah followed Zeno Immediately as he walked to the other side of the hall.

"What did he say?" Jeremiah asked as he walked up to Zeno.

"He wants a girl to fuck before he leaves tonight," Zeno said, clenching his jaws.

"Bastard," Jeremiah cursed.

"Hey, have you seen the boss?" Jeremiah asked, looking around.

He hadn’t seen him since he came, he wondered how they were supposed to operate without him here.

Zeno bit his lips and shook his head. It was true; he hadn’t seen him; he had only felt his gaze on him, but he didn’t turn to see him. So, he wasn’t guilty of lying.

"I hope he gets here before it’s too late," Jeremiah murmured.

"Hey, guys, I think I saw Marcus talking with the boss," Cody suddenly appeared beside them.

"What, how’s that possible?" Jeremiah asked.

Zeno was quiet; he didn’t know what to make of the situation; how did Sebastian get in contact with Marcus? What was he discussing with him?

"I don’t know, they left the passage before I could get closer," Cody replied to Jeremiah.

"I’ll be right back," Zeno said and walked away from his friends.

He walked up to a group of girls standing beside the wall with their trays of drinks in their hands.

"Hello, ladies," Zeno said to them.

"Oh, hi. Oh my god, he’s the one who saved us the other day," One of the girls said excitedly.

"Hi, we’re grateful for your help, we wouldn’t have been able to be free ever again," Another girl said, smiling.

"I and my colleagues were happy to help, um, I just need a little favor from one of you," Zeno said, not knowing how to say it to them without them thinking he was working for Mr. Glen.

"I’ll do it," The third girl said.

Zeno was surprised to hear it; he stared at her skeptically, not sure she would still be interested if she heard what his favor was.

"Are you sure?" Zeno asked.

"Yes," The girl replied.

"Ok, you just need to sit beside him and, well, give him the impression that you’re willing to sleep with him tonight," Zeno said, scratching the back of his neck.

The girls chuckled at his embarrassed face.

"He’s too cute," One of them said.

"I’ll do it. My name is Rita. Let’s go," Rita said and dragged Zeno away from the other girls.

"Boss, I hope you’re satisfied with this one," Zeno said as Rita walked over to the table, purposely swaying her curved hips.

"Perfect, Zeno, just the right size," Mr. Glen said, smiling evilly.

Rita went and lowered herself on the chair beside Mr Glen, slowly placing her hand on his thigh, caressing it up and down.

"Impatient, are we?" Mr Glen roughly held the girl by her neck and forcefully kissed her lips.

Zeno removed his eyes, angered by the sight before him.

"Ah, Mr. Glen, Maybe we come back later?" Viktor asked, seeing as Mr. Glen was busy forcing himself on the girl.

"No, not at all. Get out!" Mr. Glen quickly pushed Rita away, turning to the Russian brothers with a bright smile.

"Ok, John said to us, you show us a video, true?" Viktor asked.

Mr. Glen nodded, "Please sit; the screen’s over there," he stood and pointed to the huge projector screen on the wall of the stage.

The brothers nodded and sat down, waiting for the video to start.

Mr Glen had planned to hook his buyer’s interest by advertising the best parts of his hotels in a short video.

He motioned for John to start the video and, he did.

As the video started, Mr. Glen felt his soul leave his body; his brain took a few seconds to come out of the shock.

It was a video where he tied some women’s hands together, standing behind them and fucking them one after the other.

He instantly turned to John beside him, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?!" He gave John a very hard slap on the cheek, breathing furiously.

At that moment the door burst open, and a group of official agents trooped into the hall.

Before Mr. Glen could react, he was surrounded by the agents, guns pointing dangerously at him.

"Sir, reporting," One of them saluted to Viktor.

Mr. Glen couldn’t believe his ears, so he snapped his head to Viktor who was giving him a smug look. He immediately wanted to call out to his guards, but he saw them standing beside his arch-enemy, Sebastian Orion.

But that wasn’t what shook his nerves the most; it was the person standing behind Sebastian.

And it was no other than his son, Marcus.