Page 24 of Owned By Frank

CLASH AT THE PARTY

- Frank! The whole board has already spoken and

everyone wants the same thing, everyone wants an heir.

I laugh without being able to believe it.

- I remind you that I created the board myself, I was very kind to let you participate with your opinions for the later decisions regarding the organization. And now you come out with this shit?

All the old people around the table show a look of fear. All except the dark one, who laughs underneath.

- It is necessary... - speaks the gray-haired man who is one foot away from the table.

- Is it necessary to have an heir, is it necessary to have a child, but what's all this nonsense about someone letting himself be understood and shit!

Everyone backs up, taking their chairs with them. It is then that one of them stands up and faces me.

- Sir, you know perfectly well that you are in danger every second of every day, at some point you will no longer be with us and then everything will be in chaos. There will be many clashes for the command position, many will want your throne, many will want to come for us , how can we not remind you that you are the last heir of the Brandts?

- What about my cousin? Hanz can be a successor to the leadership if something happens to me.

Everyone looks at each other.

- As you well know, Hanz is not a legitimate son. The rules of the organization are clear, only a legitimate son of a lineage can...

- Yes, yes, yes! I know, ugh! - I cut it.

Shit, that's true but no! It's not the time yet! Where the fuck am I going to get a wife?

On the other hand and thinking about it better. The man is right, everyone wants my place. Why the fuck didn't I have a brother?!

I sigh with fatigue and just lift my body off my seat.

- I'll sort it out - I mean last before I leave the room.

I close the door behind me and just as Mason arrives. He bows his head down and hands me a box.

- This is all my lord - reports reaching me the package.

- Did you check if anything was missing?

- Nothing is missing. Ring, dress, heels and accessories my lord - he says seriously.

- You are free to leave. I want my car ready in five hours, no more and no less, is that clear?

- Like water my lord - seat and it is enough act for him to withdraw.

I let out a slight smile as I imagine the face that Grace will be able to make just by looking at this.

I fix my tie including my suit and I don't wait any longer to go to "My dear fiancée's" room.

I open the door lock and sneak in. She is standing there looking at the large garden outside.

I won't let her out yet. Not until there is trust. Looking at it from this angle I can appreciate its beauty more.

I wonder if all Italian women are this pretty. I don't doubt it, but this girl has something that attracts me, something that amazes me and it's not only her beauty, it's the guts and courage she has to face me.

She turns around and gives a flip as she takes one hand to her chest trying to calm her breathing.