The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 49.5 Clean

"The Ricci gang?"

"Paid off."

"The Lucchese gang?"

"Done."

"The La Torre?"

"Gone with the wind."

"Gambino?"

"Handsomely paid."

"Finally, the Sicilian?"

"They were a tough nut to crack, but we did it. We closed off the deal by paying collateral of 75 million." My secretary explained generously.

I sighed in relief. The London skyline never looked this clean. I never noticed how loud London was ever since I've lived here for the past six years. The only sounds I heard were the mafia's threats and taunts planning to overthrow the new CEO. The rest were silenced. Finally, even though the snow covered most of London, I saw it for what it truly was, a lively, bright and loud city.

"We paid over 500 million in damages to the mafia. But we raked over 5 trillion in revenue this year." I heard the papers on his clipboard fly between his fingers. "That alone closed off the damages, outsourcing, hospital bills and insurance we've had to face this past 6 years." Things did get ugly. Aarav's military influence significantly reduced the number of attempts the mafia tried to plant bombs in my office just because we were still negotiating the terms.

My terms were absolute. No further contact or even minor interaction after I've paid off a hefty sum. It required internationally acclaimed lawyers, private investigators and even Her Majesty The Queen's word to make the strongest gang agree to my terms. Otherwise, well, I have a few things up my sleeve if they were to break the terms.

Once, a gang decided to threaten my sister's life in exchange for an in back into the company. Let's just say the gang disappeared legally into the darkest pits of England, never to be heard of again. The news travelled to every underground group in the world, so unless they had the IQ of a neanderthal, they wouldn't dare do anything.

My secretary cleared his throat. "What else would you like me to do?"

I stared into the distance from my office on the top floor in the heart of London. The sun flowed through every corner of London, blessing this frozen city with a tiny bit of warmth. It was busier today, maybe because today was new year's eve.

"I want you to take over London HQ." I said without any hesitation. The only person I trusted was my secretary. He somehow manages to fulfil every task right on time with utmost perfection. Not to mention his profound loyalty to this company. If anyone deserved to take my place, it was him. "Mr Jones, without your help, we couldn't have removed the mafia influence over this company. I have a lot to thank you for. For now, would you be willing to accept your new position as president of this company?"

I didn't hear any reaction. Could it be he didn't want it?

Swiftly, I turned around to check his facial expression, only to be met with a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you, Mr Edwards! Thank you!"

I returned his hug with a pat on his back and chuckled as he let go. "We did it, Mr Jones." I returned to staring off into the distance through my panoramic window. "We are now clean."

I heard the smile on the new president's face as he spoke. "You are outstanding, Mr Edwards. Most companies wouldn't have thought about removing the mafia because they give so much political influence. But you managed to remove them and actually grew the business globally. I will forever look up to you."

I chortled lightly. Hearing a 30 something-year-old man say he looks up to me was heart-warming. "I just want to have a peaceful family," I recalled when I heard my mother was killed off by the mafia who wanted money as ransom. If I were in my father's place, I would've sold my business entirely if that meant my wife would be safe. Unfortunately, my father was a load of shit. "I don't want what happened to my mom to happen to my wife."