Doted On By The Mafia Boss novel Chapter 28

Jack and Bee sat down on the bench by the window, the sun was close to setting and the whole forest was dusted with the golden sunlight. The evening breeze swept away Bee's messy hairs as she sat across the assistant, anticipating for what he had to say. Clouds of nostalgia highlighted Jack's professional features; it was Bee's first time seeing him portraying something else than his usual coldness.

Jack and Ryan were both stunning people, it was just that Ryan possessed a demonic charm and aura while Jack looked more of a workaholic. If both were made to stand for an auction together, most women would go for Ryan as that man looked dangerous but was naturally more charming. It was the halo that distinguishes men from each other and the aristocratic one that the Boss had was one that was rare to be found.

The man looked outside the window, gazing at the never ending beauty of life. He started, "Me, Ryan and Catherine were childhood friends; we got to know each other as our fathers were friends with each other."

"When we were young Ryan and I would always laugh about our unpredictable fate; we had this risky future and none of us could predict if we will be living or dead the next moment. But Catherine... She was different than all of us!"

"We always thought that I and Ryan would be the one embracing death sooner than anyone but fate was cruel... And it was that innocent soul who bid good bye to us first."

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Eleven years ago, Barcelona.

"Get ready, son. We have to go to the company today." Richard Neguyen, Ryan's father, was sitting on the sofa having his morning read when he saw ten year old Ryan walking into the house after his morning training session. The boy had a striking resemblance to his dad who himself was a very handsome man but unlike his father who would at least smile every now and then the boy was extremely poised and silent as if he were mum.

Ryan was wearing nothing but his tracks and a vest which was now drenched off his sweat, around his waist tied was his jacket which he was too tired to hold in his arms. The boy was young and was not even a teenager yet buy years of strict military training had helped him shape his body. His body was carved perfectly at the right amount making him look too handsome for a 10 year old.

Ryan threw away his jacket in the laundry and shoving his hand inside his pocket looked at his father with dropped eyes.

Richard folded his paper and looked at his son who was protesting silently; this kid... He was so cold and apathetic that he hardly liked to meet people.

The man started, “Even if you drape your face with mud I am still taking you; Mr. Silva is our business partner and is an old friend of your dad. You better get accustomed to everything lest you will have to cope with unnecessary trouble after you take over as the heir.”

Ryan said nothing but headed upstairs and at the same time entered another figure close to Ryan’s perfectness. “Hello, Mr. Neguyen.” Jack removed his hood and wished the man; Richard greeted him back. Jack took the glass of water he was offered to by the maid and taking casual sips of it inquired, “Where is he, uncle.”

“He is upstairs, just returned from training.” Mr. Neguyen replied the young lad but for some reason Jack frowned. Both Jack and Ryan trained together but today the trained had let the go early; that was why he got ready this early in the morning. But... Where was this guy?