Taming A Billionaire

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The third point of view:

There were a lot of activities going on in the base tonight because they were expecting visitors from country C. The Staff tried their absolute best to ensure the house was thoroughly clean and in order while the security was tightened.

They were expecting foreign guests and had to make sure there was no loophole. The Falcon Gang had a great reputation and tonight, was going to live up to it.

Perhaps if Cecil saw the look on her husband's face now, she would take a second thought about welcoming him back into their home. Tonight, Emerald was not just Emerald but Sakuzi the fourth, and right now, it was time for business.

His face was expressionless and lacked warmth and the giant stood to his feet as soon as he caught sight of his guests.

Mikhail Vladislav, the head of the blood cobra, so he heard. He had not heard about the gang until he received his offer of visit and so he made research about them.

It turns out that Mikhail was nothing but a consigliere to the original boss who he overthrew and took over in his instead. Unlike the former boss, Mikhail, was ruthless and in just a few months made a name for their gang and ventured in many other illegal businesses that his predecessor restricted.

Just a look at him, Emerald knew this was someone he had to thread carefully with. Although he wondered why he sought him out since they didn't do business together nor had he mentioned his intentions for this meeting. 

"Hello?" Emerald extended his hand for a handshake, "I'm Emerald Sakuzi," 

"Yes, of course," Mikhail accepted his handshake, "Mikhail Vladislav and leader of the blood cobra," 

"I can see that," Emerald smiled at him politely, noticing the drawing of a cobra on the top of his palm. 

Mikhail was quite tall, but Emerald was a giant and towered over him. Where Emerald had dark trimmed locks and eyes, Mikhail was blonde and his cold grey eyes looked him over. 

"When they said Sakuzi was the leader of the Falcon Gang, I was expecting a much older person," Mikhail said and Emerald didn't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment. However, he - Emerald - was not a pushover. 

"Don't worry, I got to the position through my ability," Emerald said and at the same time hinted at the fact that Mikhail overthrew his predecessor to get to the position he is today. 

"Hmm," Mikhail laughed politely, "I wonder if our minds would be able to communicate together," He hinted at the fact that Emerald was too young. 

Mikhail was a proud man and had confidence in his ability. He heard the Falcon Gang had quite an influence, he needed to see that, because there was no way he was bowing to anybody. 

"Don't worry, Valentino is not senile enough to have an incapable fool lead his gang," Emerald answered calmly. 

A look at him and one would think Emerald was not ruffled by Mikhail's words when in reality he wanted to punch some manners into him. 

Just because the bastard was ten years older than him doesn't mean he earned his respect. But then, starting a fight over such a trivial issue was not advisable. 

"Of course," Mikhail agreed with him, "After all, we know the Mafia is nothing but a battlefield. You have to have quite a backbone and constantly watch over your shoulder to stay alive," 

"Is that what you do every night?" Emerald asked him, amusement tugging at the corner of her lips, "Unlike you, I do get a good night sleep," 

This time Mikhail was rendered speechless, he never thought the giant was a cheeky one. 

He arched a brow at Emerald, "You feel safe with the wolves around you?" 

Emerald took a deep breath, "The most dangerous place is the safest place, have you forgotten that?" 

Mikhail didn't give him a reply. 

"If that's the case, then you should build more trust amongst your men. I bet if you treated them better, they would be more inclined to protect you," He said. 

There was no trace of a smile on Mikhail's face after that comment and he looked like he would murder Emerald. However, as if someone said Jack Robinson, he burst into laughter. 

"You're a funny guy, I like you!" Mikhail laughed and picked the wine they served him immediately. 

Emerald picked his wine as well and as a sign of trust, was the first to take a sip to confirm it wasn't drugged or poisoned. 

Even while drinking, both men peered up at each other through lowered lashes and smiled. Emerald was the first to lower his glasse and asked,

"Fine, what brought you here. Do you intend to do business with us," 

"I believe my reason for coming is more important than business," The man said, putting down his glass. 

Emerald readjusted in his seat, he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like this one bit.

"Fine, go on then," he gestured. 

"I lost one of my sons recently," Mikhail disclosed. 

"Oh," Emerald said, "I'm sorry about that, my condolences," 

"He was killed," Mikhail further announced, studying his expression. He knew Emerald was beginning to get a hint of where this was going. 

He went on when he didn't say anything, "In the hands of one of your people, no, to be precise, he was killed in a disgraceful way by a woman who supposedly works for you," 

"He was killed by a woman, was that what made it disgraceful?" Was the strange question Emerald asked to his surprise? 

"I need that woman, that is the only thing that can appease my anger," Mikhail finally went straight to the point. 

"Fine, I've heard about your appeal, I would think about it and get back to you," Emerald stood to his feet, ready to leave. 

"You would think about it?" Mikhail frowned at that statement. 

"Well, unlike you, this is not a tyrannical organization, I have opinion to consent before making a decision since this involves a core member of our organization," 

"Well," Mikhail stood up to his feet, "Consent all you want but you should know that I'm a very impatient man,"