Five years ago, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old man, sat in his office on the top floor of a high-rise building. He had blue eyes, short black hair, and several tattoos on his body. His right arm had a cross tattoo, and his left arm bore an eagle tattoo. Likewise, two women's names were tattooed on his right chest.
Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his community. He ruled the secret mafia world and cartel in Northwind Town.
Inside his office, Damian wore a black suit and sat behind his desk, reviewing his other coded business on his laptop.
His office was painted white, and a knock on the door interrupted him.
"Boss, Mr. Max Dawson is here to see you," his assistant, Jeff Brody, informed him, and Damian sighed.
His father had just handed over the leadership position to him. He looked over at Jeff and replied, "Let him in."
Mr. Max Dawson, a businessman involved in illegal dealings, entered Damian's office. Damian made no attempt to stand or shake hands with him.
"What do you want?" Damian asked, still seated and clicking on his laptop.
Mr. Max swallowed hard, knowing that doing business with Damian was more difficult than it had been with Damian's father, Mr. Mark Tucker. The name alone inspired fear in other groups.
"It's business, Damian. A deal worth ten million dollars." Mr. Max was pleased when Damian looked away from his laptop and shifted his gaze to him.
"Sit," Damian gestured to the middle-aged man. "Go on," he ordered, and Mr. Max went into detail about the business.
Damian listened with keen interest. "So, what do you need my assistance for?" He finally asked.
"As the leader, I don't want other groups to interfere in this business, and I need your assistance to loan me money to proceed with it," Mr. Max explained.
Damian was interested in the business; however, he had other motives. Deals like this, he would personally hijack instead of handing them over to his group.
"I will lend you the money, but you must promise to pay it back with interest. I don't care if the business works out or not. All I care about is my money," Damian told Mr. Max, and the latter nodded.
"You have nothing to worry about, Damian. I will pay you back, but I will need your assistance with it," Mr. Max said, sitting across from Damian, who was looking at him.
"Don't worry, I will have Jeff assist you. First, sign the deal," Damian offered the document to Mr. Max to sign and loan him the money. His mind worked in mysterious ways as he focused his attention on the man who reached for a pen and signed the deal.
"Done," Mr. Max said with a broad smile as he rose to leave Damian's office.
"I will be looking forward to the date," Damian said, and Mr. Max nodded and left the office.
After the deal ended, Damian kept thinking about the million-dollar deal.
"I cannot allow Mr. Max to have that kind of money. It will bring us to the attention of higher authorities, so I have to take care of it." A smirk played across Damian's lips, and he called Jeff back into his office.
"Take care of Mr. Max's business and ensure that the money gets transferred to my offshore accounts."
"Okay, Boss," Jeff's eyes widened in surprise, but he dared not question Damian's orders. He looked up to him as his older brother and was only two years younger. He went to do as told.
*****
A few months later, Mr. Max was heartbroken to see that the business hadn't gone as planned. After borrowing money from the ruthless mafia lord, he had only a year to pay back the ten million dollars he had loaned.
"Honey, what's the problem?" Mrs. Jennifer Dawson came into the room. The middle-aged woman, 45, looked at her husband, who paced about worriedly.
"I am finished!" Mr. Max said, placing his hands on his head.
"You cannot be finished, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer begged her husband, but he said, "I shouldn't have trusted that son of a devil. Doing business with his father hadn't been bad. Our dealings hadn't been hijacked by the government, and now, I have lost everything I worked hard for."
Mr. Max was on the brink of tears. He shouldn't have trusted Damian to handle the business for him. The man was still young and new as a mafia group leader.
"Calm down, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer tried to talk her husband out of his misery, but he smacked her hand away and shouted at her, "Don't touch me! Where do I get ten million dollars to pay the T-Group?"
"The T-Group? Who are those? Calm down, honey. We can raise the money. Where did you borrow such money from? Why would you even borrow such a huge amount of money, too? For gambling?" Mrs. Jennifer asked, shocked to hear the huge amount of money her husband was talking about. But he told her, "Get out of my room. I don't have time to explain anything to you. Just leave me alone. If I don't raise that money in a year, they will come for us. All of them, and you need to leave with our children. They shouldn't return back here. I am finished."
Mrs. Jennifer stubbornly shook her head and told her husband, "I cannot leave you to die alone, honey. You cannot turn me into a widow at this young age. You shouldn't have borrowed the money in the first place. Calm down, we can see how to raise the money."
Mr. Max went to his office, leaving his wife alone in their bedroom. She paced around, wondering what was wrong with her husband.
That night, Mrs. Jennifer went downstairs and saw her youngest daughter, Alicia, in the living room.
"What's going on, Mom? I heard you and Dad arguing?" Alicia, a 19-year-old nursing student who hadn't graduated yet, asked. Her skin was as fair as the sun, and she has long blonde hair, looking like her mother.
"It's your father. He loaned ten million dollars, and now, he has lost everything." Mrs. Jennifer cried, and Alicia collapsed on the couch.
"What?! Ten million dollars? Where do we start paying off such a huge amount of money from? Oh no! We are doomed, Mom, if Dad cannot pay that off," Alicia joined her mother in crying in the living room. They were rich, so why would her father loan such a huge amount of money?
Meaning, they would sell off some of their properties. But would it be enough to pay off such a huge debt? Alicia cried.