The Shark Mafia Boss novel Chapter 3

Raphael POV

I am known as The shark of NY, I built my fortune, my parents couldn't afford much when I was a kid, so I knew not to ask anything from them, Mum worked 3 jobs and dad had 2 jobs so they could afford private school for me. My years of school were a nightmare, I was poor so I couldn't afford the same things as my colleagues, I couldn't go out for lunch and I definitely couldn't afford a car so I was Bullied.

Because of that I always kept to myself and I studied hard, getting a full scholarship to Harvard business school, I was the best student of my year and I graduated with merit.

College was messy, I met the love of my life, I thought I was going to marry her and the whole couple shit thing, but boy how wrong I was, she was a slut, and she slept with 3 different guys on the first couple of months we were together. After that I became myself. Cold, Distant, focused on my grades and I joined a gym. Bodybuilding became a passion and made my body desirable to other girls and obviously, I used that to my advantage.

As a CEO I am known as Raphael Lockwood, I invest in small companies when they are almost bankrupt and I transform them, I make a lot of money just buying and selling businesses. I make my own luck, I make my own money and if I need to take someone down to make more money I will. After college, I worked for several big companies so I could learn the ropes, at 22 I got a loan and opened my first Restaurant, after that nothing stopped me. My business grew fast and I made a lot of money, I bought a house for my mother in Miami and I moved to New York. I am the CEO of my company and no one dares to double-cross me.

Besides all of my legitimate business, I am a mafia boss. I control the Italian Mafia in America. From guns to drugs to strip clubs I do it all. I found out I was the heir from the Italian Mafia when my grandfather died, I was 25. I never met him, as my father decided to leave the mafia my grandfather never had the chance to meet me. My father rejected it all but I didn’t. I was thirsty for money and power. I wanted all. Everything I was entitled to. My cousin Gabriel runs the Things in Italy. We decided to split the duty and rule together.

I am a great assassin as well, and I do enjoy killing people that deserve it. I live a double life and I’m well proud of it. I am known as The Shark, sometimes both my lives collide and I need to be very careful how I present myself. To the general public, I am just a Rich womaniser CEO, but for high authorities and the crime world I am The Shark and I take my bite.

The Russians are my biggest enemies, me and Gabriel try and keep them away from America and Italy but those bastards are like rats, appear everywhere.

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When she closes the door behind her I just want to knock it down and take her with me, who is that woman and what is she doing to me? I've never seen a woman so beautiful in my life.

I get in the backseat of the town car and call Joseph - "I need a background check on Olivia Black, and I want it fast" – I say with a serious tone.

“Sure boss, I’ll get someone right on it” – Joseph relies and I turn off my phone.

I look through the window thinking how could she live in that shitty building, she was worth a lot more than that, and she deserved the world.

I haven't seen women as more than just a fuck, the release of my sperm, an orgasm for years. I knew that women would be a weakness that I couldn't afford, so I'm starting to get really pissed off at myself for thinking about Olivia.

"Sure, meet you in 10?"

"Ok" I reply

10 minutes later I hear her coming out of the Lift and getting inside my flat "fuck I need to change the password" - I think to myself

I take my time having fun with her. She is just a cheap escape for my body. I've got needs that need to be dealt with and she definitely knows what she is doing. I have to admit that I never cared if they reached their pleasure or not. I am the main event and as long as I am satisfied everything is fine.

She leaves my flat annoyed without looking at me. "She’ll get over it" - I say to myself

I walk towards my en-suite and have a cold shower, brush my teeth, and go to bed. I look at Olivia's passport photo on my email on my phone and feel myself drift into dreamland.