Kamile

| Kamile

Kamile's POV:

'Speak', I said to the bloodied man that sat in front of me. He didn't say anything but kept looking at his shoes. I gave my guards a signal and he punched him which made him scream in pain.

'Speak', I said louder this time almost loosing my patient. He looked straight into my eyes and laughed.

'You want me to tell you something I don't know about?', he laughed again coughing out blood.

'Who is the mole?', i asked clenching my fists.

'Anthony', he said after a moment of silence. I walked closer to him and pulled out a gun and shot him in his head.

'Clean', I said to my guards and the moved quickly taking his body out. My phone started ringing so I pulled it out of my pocket.

'Bark!', i said to whoever was on the line. After a moment of silence someone finally spoke.

'I don't think that's how your supposed to address your father', my dad said into the phone making me to roll my eyes.

'Listening', I said after a while of him bickering about how irresponsible I still am.

'Since your twenty I suppose its time you get married. So be at home by twelve we are going to see and old friend'. I immediately got angry.

Why the fuck do I need to get married?

'No', was all I said.

'I said you will go with me unless you want your junior brother to rule after me'. This annoyed me more. My brother was no where near fit for rulling because he's a playboy and only likes to party all day.

'Ok', I said before ending the call.

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'Brother! How I missed you so much. It's been awhile and you certainly look dashing as always', my junior brother Jamal said coming forward to hug me but I scolded at him.

'Where's father?', I asked him.

'I'm here', my dad said entering the living room. 'I'm glad to see you made the right decision'. He smirked.

'Waiting', I said before going back outside to stay in the limo. He came after a while and sat next to me. I concentrated on my phone completely ignoring his presence as the driver drove us to our destination.

'Son, you know our relationship hasn't been the best after....', he stopped. I knew what he was talking about. After mom dead we both got separated. I worked on the mafia more and moved at while he grieved alone. I raised my eyebrow at him.

'You don't talk after everything and its overwhelming. I'm just asking a favour. Just for today let's try to act like family', he pleaded.

'Sure', I shrugged. The limo stopped and the driver opened my side for me. I gave him a nod and walked away.

'Welcome! Right this way, Mr Grey is expecting you', a girl who I suspected was the maid said leading us to a large room.

'Ahh you must be Kamile', a man that looked to be around the age of my dad said stretching his hand for a handshake. I wanted to leave him hanging but because my dad was passing me a 'if you don't I will kill you' look I shook it trying to force a smile.

'Yes', I said giving him a tight smile.

'I see. I'm Mr Grey. Alex will be down in a minute'. Alex? Maybe that's his daughters name.

'Dad', a tiny but cute voice said and I turned to see a girl in a black dress. I almost dropped my phone.

Omg!

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