Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 191: What?

But who should that person be?

He knew literally little about his own family, his own organization, and he could think of nobody who was actually suited for a spot in the family, to lead and somebody he could trust.

"Then that's it." James said as he was ready to get up, but then Hector spoke.

"What about our next steps?"

Yeah, a question that everybody wanted to hear, what are James Bellini's next steps, what is he going to do? Not just about the whole cartel but the players around them. What actually happened to Marco, what he said and if he said something what is James going to do with the information?

These questions needed to be answered.

"We do nothing really, just wait for tomorrow and what Linda is going to release to the public. After that, we will have another meeting with them, we will speak about the matters. Marco said the next target will be Sophia and Damien and, well, everyone who is a bigger player."

"So they want to kill everybody around you?" Hector asked as he was thinking about it.

Isabella and Marco all died, and Hector knew that the cartel just used them and that's it.

On the other hand, Silas died too, they almost had a war with him, but he chose to kneel before them, and he died too. For Hector, it seemed the cartel was doing everything in their power to kill everybody close to them, to have no resources from outside, to slowly circle around them.

But at the moment, they aren't alone, no, they are the most powerful they've ever been.

The government, Sophia herself, and if they make a deal with Damien and the others, it will be impossible to actually touch them.

"But one thing for sure, they will attack us, because during the raid of Marco's house, one of the higher-ups died, called Emmanuel." As he said it, all of them just got pulled out of their thoughts as they heard his words, especially Hector.

The cartel are the worst to deal with, and they will become just worse as now one of the higher-ups actually died. But his thought was the same as James's, if they become furious and will attack out of rage, they will be weak and desperate.

"That's actually good." Hector sighed as he looked up. "But we need to prepare for that." He looked to the side, to Ramirez.

"Yeah, that's for sure. They will use anything to get a getback…. maybe they will even start bombing."

"What do you mean by that?" James immediately asked.

"Back in the day, they usually killed civilians, a lot of them and did it in a way that portrayed it as another cartel did, to cause more outrage. Let's say they bomb a park and leave evidence that it was you, and while everybody is panicking, they attack again, and it is not about the government because we are working with them, but the civilians, they will demand answers."

That would be the worst outcome of all of this, James didn't even think about or know about something like this. He read books and watched documentaries about the mafia but not the cartel or anything close to it, and if that would actually happen… like a literal terrorist attack it would be an outcome that would shatter him.

He might be cold, he might be changed into something that people fear and respect, but he himself had many cracks in him. And one of them was the meaningless death of civilians, because he wanted to be the one who gave meaning to the hopeless.

"Just prepare for an attack, because it's going to happen, I'm sure of it. That's it." He said and finally got up from the chair, and with him Sophia too, like she was his shadow or something.

"Yeah?" He asked as he turned around, looking at her, but she just stood there, eyeing him with a smile, while Ramirez and Hector immediately started to talk about the plans they had in their minds.

"What about the information I have?" She asked, but something was telling James that wasn't it at all.

"Tomorrow… if the house doesn't get bombed… so go to sleep, the room is upstairs." He said and turned back, and this time he didn't hear the step behind him and slowly went up to his room, and immediately ate his pills, because the pain was now so hard and painful he could barely stand. But he still needed to take a shower because he could feel the blood on him.

Yeah, the scent of it, and maybe some brain splater from Marco was on his suit, kinda disgusting but he was so fucked he didn't really care about that part. So he made his way to the shower, and there was a big-ass bathtub made out of marble.

It was the perfect time to wash off his sins… not biblical, but the blood that was on his hands, on his arms, even his face a little bit… it was the best thing to do in the way he did it.

He first took a shower because bathing in the same water that he washed the blood and brain parts off in wasn't the best thing to do. So he took a shower and then put his ass in the hot water, and it was like his mind was powered off, like nothing happened in the last 24 hours.

Even the pain in his body felt like it magically went away as he was laying in the bathtub, like it really washed away everything, the stress, the chaos, and the little morality that was left in him… or it wasn't morality at all… but the fact that he needed to do things in a way to put himself in the light, that he is the one who is the good person, the hero, and not the villain.

But that was impossible, portraying somebody who is not him… well, his life was built on it in the last years and he exactly became that, that he was portraying a villain rather than a hero, but it was not the word he was searching for and he knew it too.

He needs to play his card in his hand to beat the dealer, beat the odds against him, to become somebody who is seen by the public but in a way that they don't really care too much about him. But how can he achieve something like that, because there will always be somebody against him, there will always be evidence, there will always be deaths.

Mom was right, if I build companies, I can sit back, and the others do the dirty job. That way I can just sit in peace without any blame against me… but that's too much…

Yeah, it was too much. Everything is too much. He grew up too fast. He was already an old man in a young man's body. He was required to do things that would crush everybody else, emotionally and physically. He needed to act in a way that he was not ready for.

But all that means nothing anymore, because he embraced it all. He already became the exact thing he feared most. He's already alone. He's already in a life that he can't change.

"Why the fuck me… need to save this fucking country." He whispered as he leaned back his head, staring at the ceiling. Then his phone suddenly rang and he immediately jumped out of the bathtub so fast that he slipped and fell on his ass, but got up fast as the medicines now acted and picked the phone up.

"Yeah?"

"It's me, Bella." She said, and her voice was full of joy. "How are you? Are you alright? You got shot or not? What's happening?" She immediately asked dozens of questions without stopping.

"I'm good, nothing happened." A lie again, but he knew that if he said Ferucci is half dead, she would get back immediately… but she already knew it.

"Ohh thank God…" She said, but she doesn't really play the dumb and clueless character.. but at least James didn't notice it, he was just happy to hear her voice.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I'm tired and stressed, but everything's alright. We are in the embassy and everyone is good with us, so I thought I will call you… what time is it there?" She asked, because she didn't even care about the time difference.

"It's almost 4."

"Ohh then I hang up, go to sleep." She said immediately, because even though James didn't tell her too much, she knew very well that shit's happening, because well she called up everybody in the family who worked under him, and they told everything even that Ferucci is half dead, and the war broke out.… but she decided not to press on that because she knew James would say the same, to stay with his family. And she knew that her role is to protect them, to stay with them. But she also knew one more thing… "Before I hang up… is that bitch really there?" She asked, but now her voice was cold and fierce.

James immediately thought of Sophia, and he was right. "Yeah, she is a part of our family." He answered and he was already waiting for Bella the house down his head or but no nothing, just silence for some second.. "But don't worry I—"

"You can fuck her."

James's mouth literally dropped. "...What…?"

"I know you feel lonely and you need satisfaction… and I'd rather let you fuck her than some dirty whore or stripper, so go ahead… I'm fine with it." She laughed but it was a laugh that was a little psychopathic and maniac. "I'm going to kill her anyway, and if you fuck her, I'll have even more reason to slit her throat and I will do it with more happiness."

What the fuck is she saying…