Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Mikhail was distraught and the proud mask he wore all this while gave away to a look of sorrow. He had gone from being the fearsome Mafia Lord of the Blood Cobra to a captive.

With his gang destroyed, there was nothing he could do, and was no less than prey in the eyes of his predator - Sakuzi could do whatever he wanted with him now. Nor could he tell the exact number of his men that survived but he didn't have much hope.

Judging from how cruel the Falcon Gang were, they wouldn't let a single soul live. They wouldn't give him the chance to regroup and pose a threat to them in the future. Just like their name suggests, falcons are consummate hunters of the avian world—able to spot, chase and kill prey quietly and efficiently.

Mikhail didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, he underestimated his enemies and now, they struck where it hurt the most. 

"What did we do?" Emerald smirked, the smug he had been hiding all this while finally appeared. He had intentionally remained impassive so the old fool doesn't realize what they're up to and now, the benefits were much more satisfying - he finally slapped the arrogance off his face. 

"We didn't even do much," Emerald shrugged, "You see while your narrow-minded brain was busy picking on the smaller prey - to think that you had the nerve to think of hurting my family," there was a cold glint in his eyes as he said those words and Mikhail knew finally that his days were over. 

"So," Emerald went on, "We came together as one mind to think of a way to get rid of an infestation. You see that's the problem, you were a lone wolf, a rogue werewolf that tried to go up against a pack. What do you think happens to them?" 

They die brutally. 

Mikhail realized he was not going to leave this place alive and he had to do something about this. 

He at once fell on his knees,

"Forgive me! I must have been crazy by thinking I could go up against the falcon!" He wailed loudly. 

Mikhail focused on Sakuzi, "You should understand me the most, I once admired you! I haven't even buried my son yet and I'm not even sure of the outcome of my family," after you attacked them. He didn't say that out loud but everyone got the hint. 

Sakuzi stood from his seat and gently walked over to where Mikhail knelt with his head still lowered. He then squatted down and said, 

"Mark 3:27," 

At once, Mikhail's brows furrowed, disturbed. He might have followed Sakuzi but his Bible reading part was a habit that he couldn't understand. They were monsters, criminals, what do they need a Bible for? If only he knew the Bible was a huge source of inspiration. 

"If a person wants to enter a strong man's house and steal his things, first he must tie up the strong man. Then the thief can steal the things from the strong man's house," Sakuzi quoted the verse when it became apparent that the man had no clue what he was talking about.

"If you indeed learned from me, then you should know what I'm thinking right now," He came closer to whisper, "People like us can never change," And then stood on his feet as he left. 

Not less than a minute after Sakuzi left, Emerald stood up from his seat as well. However, just as he passed Mikhail by, the man quickly reached out and grabbed onto his leg.

"Please, have mercy on me!" He begged him. 

Emerald looked down at him with boredom. It was funny how someone who thought he was at the top of the world could be dragged down so easily. 

"Sorry," Emerald said, "But I don't help people who look down on women," He kicked his grip away and gave one last glance to his men who knew what to do. 

As soon as the door was closed, a tense silence stretched the room. Mikhail's other men now had his hand in the air as a sign of surrender while the three members of the Falcon Gang left to eliminate them had their gun pointed at them. 

"Please don't harm me and I promise you that I will give whatever you want," Mikhail attempted to negotiate with them. Unlike Sakuzi and Emerald who made up their minds, he could still manipulate them. Moreover, this wasn't the first time gang members turned their back on their leaders - he did too. 

"Sorry, an order is an order," said one of them firmly and had already removed the gun's safety, ready to fire. 

Mikhail instinctively shut his eyes close, ready to go meet his maker when a bang was heard. Strangely, he didn't feel a thing and he concluded that they must have killed his guard first. However, he heard a little ruckus and another shot, and yet he was still alive. 

He then opened his eyes to see that he was alive and so was his other guard. However, both members of the Falcon were down because one of their own shot them. 

"I knew you were smart to take the offer," Mikhail grinned at the one who shot his teammates. 

"Shut up!" the guy said and then turned to his guard saying, "How many of your men are outside," 

"Seven?" he added, "If they're still alive," 

"They should be," The betrayer ordered him, "Tell them to make a scene outside and clear the path. It would get them dead of course but if your boss has any chances of leaving here, alive, he would sacrifice them," 

"Do it!" Mikhail ordered without a second thought. He had always been a selfish man, not to talk of now that his life was hanging on the line. 

His guard had no choice but to comply with the order and while he was at it, Mikhail picked a gun from one of the dead members. God has given him a second chance to live and he would not waste it!