Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 184: Bellini?

Whether Linda really wanted to fuck with James or not, one thing was sure for her… she needed a deal with James too.

One, she had fucked up James many times and was disrespectful with him, and now the only thing that was sure… if she wanted to stay alive after all of this… she needed to offer something to him to look past all of her mistakes and actually trust her.

But what?

What could she offer him that he would actually accept? He has money, power, influence, he can also get all the girls, and well, Linda’s body nor age is a good match for him… and of course, she’s not a whore.

So what can she give to James that actually has some kind of influence or power, that he can’t say no to? freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"His family…" She whispered, but Benjamin caught it.

"Family?" He asked back, and Linda looked at him, her eyes filled with worry because shit, Benjamin was too silent about their deals, so why should she say it?

"Nothing, let’s go and—" She made a mistake. She looked at Marco’s body once more, and like the past few minutes, she was kind of immune to it, but maybe that was because of the adrenaline or something, because now the urge of vomiting quickly came and she actually vomited on the ground.

The same ground that was already covered by vomit, blood, some brain parts, and more blood, so she just added more to the gruesome scene and the scents, which she felt too… like all of the mixture of those things hit her nostrils at the same time. She smelled the blood, then the acid, the bleach and she vomited more and more, while Benjamin just stood there with wide eyes looking at her, and yeah, he smirked, but it also hit him too.

Even though he had seen some brutal stuff… this was definitely up there on the list, with the scent that was death itself, and well, Marco’s body just added to it with half of his head shot down… but there was something else too. He walked toward the door, but before stepping out, he looked back, and that’s when he realized it was way more brutal than he thought and kinda like otherworldly as he looked at the bigger picture.

Marco’s blood and brain parts splattered all over the wall as James shot the whole magazine. That from up front was just disgusting, but looking at it from the doors, the blood spatters made it look like he had wings. Like he sat in the middle, and the walls on the two sides had blood on them, forming something that, if you looked at it longer, became wings.

"Ha… the Angel of Death…" He muttered, but then again Linda vomited, but this one came from deep, which pulled out Benjaim for his thoughts as he turned and looked at her. "Linda, get out of here. Why are you torturing yourself?" He shook his head, and instead of helping her, he just walked out with the others.

Yeah, they just glanced at her one more time and that was it. Their job was done, and they left Linda alone in the room to suffer on her own.

But why did she just not turn around and walked out?

Well that was a mystery on its own, because as he vomited, she just looked at Marco’s body, literally stared at it, like she wanted to vomit, like she wanted to suffer through it… maybe she needed it… because her office life from this point changed to something that she never thought of.

She will be in hand to hand with James in an operation that will bring more death, more torture, and more scenes like this, and she needed to be familiar with it… with the feeling of despair, with the scents, with the blood… she needed to experience what they can do and what they will do to get every information they want.

Linda stepped into a world that welcomed her with open arms, but she wasn’t ready for it.

Or she was, because while she vomited out the last bit of her stomach, she actually thought about things she could offer James, even if it was a disgusting thing to do. Vomiting, thinking to make a step… she is a different woman, that’s for sure… but she wasn’t ready for what happened next.

A hand touched her back as she struggled, and when she looked up it was him again, James.

"You look like shit, Linda." He said, and with one more pat on her back, James walked to Marco’s body and started going through his pockets, not just that, but his fingers.

They had left his ring on his finger and, well, they patted him down but only for his phones and guns, and they left his wallet on him. It was a small card holder, but one thing was sure, and James knew it because Marco mentioned it many times.

He had an unbelievable limit on his card. One million dollars… you could literally buy a house with his card without anything getting in your way, not a single authentication, nothing.

Marco’s reason for it was simple. If somebody stole or found his card and had the audacity to buy something with it, he would skin them… and well, if you picked up a card and saw Marco’s name on it, you were fastest to drop that shit back on the ground and walk away, that’s for sure.

But now he is dead. So the assets would be in James’s hands anyway, so why not grab it?

Of course, it wasn’t what he wanted… it was just a second thought as he walked back.

When he went out, his mind went back to the ring and thought about how some of the Dons did something, they wore the other family’s rings as a sign that they were the ones who cut off their heads, at least the ones who wore those kinds of rings.

Marco did, however, and it was on his pointing finger.

A golden signet ring, with a family crest on it, because Marco fully prepped it to show off who he is. A crest with two swords crossing each other and a crown in the middle… like he thought he was a king or something.

Well, now he was beheaded, and the ring became one of James’s trophies as he pulled it off his finger and put it on his own.

"Thank you, Marco." He said, and as he turned around, Linda was standing there, staring at him.

But this time there was something off about it. It wasn’t a firm stare or an intimidating one, but a soft one… and it was creepy. They literally still stood in the mixture of the blood, the vomit, and she just stared at him.

"Yeah?"

"I want a deal." She said as she still kept eye contact with him.

"What deal?" James asked back, and well, he was irritated as fuck. Deal upon deal, he didn’t even know how many deals he made and with who, and now another one.

They were all betraying each other behind their backs. How crazy is that?

"I want to be a Bellini."

"Huh…?"