Five years ago,
Inside an office, sat Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old black man with blue eyes and jet-black hair. His hair was shaped in an Afro style; he has an eagle tattoo on his right arm and a cross symbol on his left arm.
His chest has two women's names tattooed on his right side. Damian is a mafia boss and was respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven.
Inside his office, Damian wore a black suit and sat across from his desk, going through his laptop to check his online business.
His office was painted in white, and a knock on his office door interrupted him.
"Boss, Mr. Max Dawson is here to see you," his assistant, Jeff Brody said.
Damian sighed. His father had just handed over the company to him. He looked over at Jeff and replied, "Let him in."
Mr. Max Dawson, a man involved in illegal business dealings, entered Damian's office, and the latter made no attempt to stand up or shake hands with him.
"What do you want?" Damian asked, still seated in his chair and continuing to click on his laptop.
Mr. Max gulpled, knowing that doing business with Damian was more difficult than it had been with Damian's father, Mr. Mark Tucker. The name alone inspired infinite fear in the other groups.
"It's business, Damian. It's a deal worth 10 million dollars." Mr. Max was pleased when he saw Damian look away from his laptop and shift his gaze to him.
"Sit," Damian gestured to the middle-aged man. "Go on." He ordered, and Mr. Max went into details about the business.
Damian listened with an interest and asked, "So, what do you need my assistance for?"
"As the feared lord, I don't want the other groups to interfere in this business, and I will need your assistance to loan me money to proceed with it," Mr. Max explained.
Damian was interested in this business; but, he had other motives. Dealings like this, he would personally handle instead of handing them over to his group to take care of.
"I will lend you the money, but you must promise to pay it back with interest. I don't care if the business works out or not. All I care about is my money," Damian said, and Mr. Max nodded.
"You have nothing to worry about, Damian. I will pay you back, but I will need your assistance with it," Mr. Max said, sitting across from Damian, who was looking at him.
"Don't worry, I will have Jeff assist you. First, sign the deal," Damian offered the document to Mr. Max to sign and to loan him the money. His mind worked in mysterious ways as he focused his attention on the man, who reached for a pen and signed the deal.
"Done," Mr. Max said with a broad smile on his face as he rose to leave Damian's office.
"I will be looking forward to the date." Mr. Max left Damian's office after the deal ended, and Damian kept thinking about the deal worth millions of dollars.
"I cannot allow Mr. Max to have that kind of money. It will invoke the police knowledge of us, so I have to take care of it." A smirk played its way up Damian's lips, and he called Jeff back into his office.
"Take care of Mr. Max's business and ensure that the money gets transferred to my offshore accounts."
"Okay, Boss," Jeff's eyes widened in surprise, but he did not question Damian's orders. He looked up to him as an older brother and was only two years younger. He went to do as told.
*****
A few months later, Mr. Max was heartbroken to see that the business hadn't gone as planned. After loaning money from the mafia lord, he had only a one-year to pay off 10 million dollars that he had loaned.
"Honey, what's the problem?" Mrs. Jennifer Dawson came into the room; she was a middle-aged woman, 45 years old, and she looked at her husband, who paced about worriedly.
"I am finished!" Mr. Max said, placing his hands on his head.
"You cannot be finished, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer tried to beg her husband, but he said, "I shouldn't Damian. Doing business with his father hadn't been bad. Our dealings hadn't been hijacked by anyone, and now, I have lost everything I worked hard for."
Mr. Max was on the brink of tears. He shouldn't have trusted Damian to handle the business for him. The man was still young and new as a group leader.
"Calm down, honey. Talk to me," Lady Jennifer tried to talk her husband out of his misery, but he smacked her hand away and shouted, "Don't touch me! Where do I get 10 million dollars to pay the T-Group?"
"The T-Group? Who are those? Calm down, honey. We can raise the money. Where did you borrow such money from? Why would you even borrow such a huge amount of money? For what?" Mrs. Jennifer asked, shocked to hear the huge amount of money her husband owed.
But he said, "Get out of my room. I don't have time to explain anything to you. Just leave me alone. If I don't raise that money in a one-year interval, they will come for us—all of them—and you need to leave with our children. They shouldn't return here. I am finished."
Mrs. Jennifer stubbornly shook her head and told her husband, "I cannot leave you to die alone, honey. You cannot turn me into a widow at this young age. You shouldn't have borrowed the money in the first place. Calm down; we can see how to raise the money."
Mr. Max went to his office, leaving his wife alone in their bedroom, and she paced around, wondering what was wrong with her husband.
That night; Mrs. Jennifer went out and saw her youngest daughter, Alicia, in the living room.
"What's going on, Mom? I heard you and Dad arguing?" Alicia, a 19-year-old girl, asked. She was a nursing student and hadn't graduated yet. She had fair skin, long blonde hair and was a slim figure.
"It's your father. He loaned 10 million dollars and now, he has lost everything." Mrs. Jennifer cried, and Alicia collapsed on the couch behind her.
"What?! 10 million dollars. Where do we start paying off such a huge amount of money from? Oh no! We are doomed, Mom. If Dad cannot pay that off," Alicia joined her mother in crying in the living room. They were rich, so why would her father want to loan such a huge amount of money? This meant they would have to sell off their properties. But would it be enough to pay off such a huge debt? Alicia cried.