The heartless mafia alpha king

"Get out of my house this instant. I want you and your things thrown out right now! "

"Mr. Fred, please, you have to listen. I have no money with me right now, but give me till the end of this week. I promise I will pay every cent I owe, but please don't throw us out. " Tears slid down her cheeks as she begged.

"No! I will not hear that same shit from you again. I am sick of hearing that same line from you, over and over again. I don't want your money anymore. You can keep it. Just leave my house. " He growled, his white face turning red with anger.

"Please, just this once. Give me till the end of this week, I will get the money ready by then. "

"Till the end of this week? Do you think I am stupid? Or the fact that I am old, makes you think I am a fool. Is that it? " His voice was so loud that it had already started to attract other tenants.

"I would never say anything like that, Mr. Fred, and you know it. Just please, all I'm asking is that you consider my mom in the hospital. "

"Your mom? Oh, please, don't give me that bullshit. Your mom has been in the hospital for as long as I can remember. I think she is better off dead than alive. All she does is bring unnecessary expenses to you, so stop using that as an excuse to shut me up. "

Her eyes stung with tears at the words of her landlord.

"P–please, don't say that about my mother." Her voice shook as she spoke.

"Then pay me my money." His nose flared in anger.

"I don't have anything on me. Please try to understand what I am saying. I will do whatever it takes to get the money. Just bear with me till the end of this week, and if I fail to meet up, you can throw us out of your house. "

She begged while on her knees this time, as tears continued to slide down her cheeks.

"I am not taking that same shit from you again. I have said it, and I will say it again, and I am not leaving here without my money."

Spit flew out of his mouth while in his rage.

"Please, just this once. I promise, it would be the very last time I owe you anything, just please don't send us packing. Please. "

She begged, with every pride thrown out the window, as she crawled towards him with her knees.

"Get off me!"

He pushed her off him, dusting his cloth off, like she was disgusting, and would infect him with some kind of disease.

"Fine! By the end of this week, when I come back here, I want my money ready, or else, you won't like what is coming your way." His voice held a looming threat.

" And I don't care where you stay or where you would be sleeping at, be it the gutters or under the bridge, or even worse, on the streets. I. Don't. Care. I would have you thrown out in an instant."

He huffed, as he walked down the old, creaky wooden stairs, mumbling curses as he left.

Neighbours scrambled out of his way, creating a path for him to walk through.

She stared at his retreating figure, till he was out of her line of sight, still on her knees, in a daze, with tears stained face.

Standing on shaky legs, she felt eyes digging into her flesh.

She walked hastily towards her apartment, tears dropping onto the floor as she walked, with her head bowed.

Standing by the door inside her apartment, she dropped heavily on the floor.

A hand over her mouth, preventing sobs to escape, as her tears streamed down her cheeks heavier than before.

Looking at her apartment, her sobs seem to have grown only louder, as her hand could not contain her sobs any longer.

Sitting on the floor where she was, she could see the tiny apartment she had rented, now in ruins.

A mini kitchen was staring right at her, where a living room should have been. Two other doors were located at the sides, leading to a bathroom, and a bedroom.

The apartment was bare of any furniture and electronics. Only an old looking radio, which was installed in the apartment, sat on an old looking table.

Her sobs soon turned into loud cries as she remembered all that had happened to her.

A year ago, and she would have never believed a thing like this would ever happen to her.

A year ago, and she would never have thought she would have to struggle to survive.

She remembered it like it was yesterday.

****A year ago...

Her father, Mr Danvers, was up in his study, attending a virtual conference with his employees, and trying to seal a business offer.

Her mother was sitting just beside her on the swing in the garden, drinking tea, and both chatting, and making jokes, like they had always done.

Looking at her mother, she felt her heart swell with pride. She was beautiful.

Her mother was a full-time housewife. She had pretty strawberry blonde hair, which was in a high ponytail.

Her bright green eyes shone with life, as she talked and laughed.

Her mother looked really young, and she was.

They had always done this every morning, but this time, it was different.

A car suddenly pulled up, and a young, dazzling, and beautiful woman stepped out.

She looked like a model, but her eyes were cold, and her face told a wicked tale.

Also stepping out of the car, was a slightly younger lady, who looked like the first, and also the same age as she(Lisa) was.

One glance, and anyone could tell they were a mother and daughter pair.

The woman paid no glance at them, as she stomped her way into the mansion furiously, with rolling suitcases, and her daughter right behind her.

"George, you better come out right now, because I can't bear this any longer. This is the last straw, and I am not going to sit back and watch in the dark, while you have your happily ever after." The woman shouted, not caring for any decency.

Everyone froze. The maids, and even the gardeners, all looked in curiosity.

Lisa watched as her mother walked up to the shouting woman, and watched in horror what happened next.

"Excuse me, but my husband is having a conference call right now, and is busy at the moment to attend to you. Is there anything that I can handle?"

Her mother put up a smile, but Lisa saw that it was a fake. Her mother was trying her best to be polite.

"Drop the pretentious smile. I am not here to be polite, and there is nothing you can handle here, so I would advise you to go call him out. Oh, and stop calling George your husband. I am sick of hearing you call him that, and I only heard it once, but it sounds awful. God."

The woman's eyes held hatred, and her voice held malice in them.

"Look here, miss. I don't know what trouble, or what your problem is, or whatever business you have with MY HUSBAND." She said, stressing the word.

" But listen to me, this is my house, and this is my roof, and whatever I say, happens, and if you don't behave yourself, I won't hesitate to throw you out this instant. Don't take me for being kind for foolishness."

Her mother had dropped the act, and she could see the rage in her mother's eyes, from where she stood.

The woman let out a snort, and her daughter let out a snicker beside her.

The woman's eyes held mockery. "The name is Irene, and I have no time to put up with you, just get upstairs, and call George out here, he will explain." She flipped her hair to the side as she spoke.

"You have no say in this house, and you have no right to tell me what to do, so I suggest you see yourself out this instant." Rage and anger poured out if her mother's words.

"Just for the moment I don't have the right, but you just wait. Soon enough it would all come clear to you. Now, go call George out, or I would go in there, and get him out myself." Irene threatened, as she made a move up the massive stairs.

"You wouldn't dare!" Her mother sprang right in front of Irene, preventing her from taking a step further.

"Get the phone Lisa, call the guards, and have them throw these dogs out of my house this instant." Her mother ordered.

Lisa took the telecom on the table, and made to call the guards, but her hand was held by someone.

Looking up with a frown on her face, she saw it was Irene.

"You wouldn't dare." She said, as she snatched the phone from her grasp.

"Give it back you witch."

That was the first time Lisa uttered a word.

"How dare you call my mother a witch, bitch!?"

A voice rang out, and it belonged to the younger version of Irene, her daughter.

"Don't you ever call my mother that, or I will beat you till you can't recognize yourself in the mirror."

" I would like to see you try!" She growled, as they stared at each other, ready to pounce on each other.

Lisa had never been so violent in her life, and this was the first time, but unfortunately, won't be her last.

They were this close to attacking each other, when a voice rang out from the top of the stairs.

"What is going on here?!"

An angry Mr Danvers stood at the top. Eyes with fury, and rage, as he walked down the stairs...