Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 75 : Finally Out.

Ferucci made Marie look like nothing more than a potato and after that he shoved her into a barrel with her severed leg and arms, filled it with acid, and ordered one of his men to bury it somewhere.

Robert survived, but his face was completely fucked up. He left the city after filing a missing person report for Marie.

James and his mother finally had some time to mourn together and plan Rafael's funeral.

But, of course, Hector, Bella, and Ferucci didn't just sit around in the meantime.

Ferucci wanted more blood. When Hector told him what James had ordered, he simply didn't care about the ten million. Instead, he skinned Takoi alive for free. And after that, everything became even more chaotic.

After skinning Takoi alive, Ferucci butchered his body. The one thing he made sure to do was cut off Takoi's head and shipped it to the Vice President, while the rest of the remains were shipped to the companies that had supported him.

This caused public outrage, but nothing happened. Not a single person dared to protest…only online. They were too afraid that if they spoke up, they'd end up just like Takoi.

Of course, the Vice President grew more and more furious, pushing Congress to support military intervention. But things didn't turn out the way he wanted.

His own greed and hunger for power became his downfall, as some members of Congress turned against him, accusing him of attempting a coup.

This was the turning point, the moment when politicians started arguing day after day while the public became divided between right and left.

The best part?

While the politicians fought, no one gave a damn about the underworld. Instead, all their focus was on everything else, prices, tax rates, salaries, and so on.

It was the perfect moment, not just to push the business forward but to create new opportunities.

Hector went ahead with the plan to pull out of the market, doing everything he could to complete the plan he and Hans had made.

Bella was working tirelessly, deleting every account that mentioned the Bellini family or the deaths.

She also met with Hans's daughter, and under James's orders, she ensured that the girl received the surgeries and medications she needed.

Since she was young and the doctors estimated it could take years before she could leave the hospital, James took custody of her as a sign of respect toward Hans.

For James, the first step was arranging the funerals of both Hans and Rafael.

They decided to hold both ceremonies on the same day because Hans was a Bellini, too.

He also didn't give a fuck about the rules. He ordered Hans's name to be carved onto the tombstone and made sure his body to be buried properly.

Both of them got a white tombstone with white caskets.

In the meantime he planned all of this he heard Charlotte crying many times. In his rage and anger, he had completely forgotten about her birthday…and the horse…

"Charlotte, how many times have I told you that I'll buy you the horses…" James said as she cried in his arms.

"I'm not crying because of that!"

James glanced up at her mother, who was smiling at him, clearly waiting to see how he would handle the situation.

"Then why are you crying for the sixth time today?"

"I don't want to lose you!" She cried more, hugging James even tighter, so tight that it hurt, given that his wound was still healing.

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He held back the pain like a real man, but for a moment, he almost pissed himself.

"Where…did that come from?"

Charlotte pulled away slightly, her eyes cried out.

"If you have a child with Bella, I'll only be second! We're not blood-related, and I—"

James just stared at her, speechless, while her mother burst into laughter so hard she nearly spit out her water.

"What…Charlotte, I'm not going to have a child with Bella."

"But she said I'm going to have a sister!"

What the fuck is she talking about… a sister?

And then he realized.

"Charlotte…" James knelt down before her, gently grabbing her hands. "The sister Bella was talking about is Hans's daughter."

She suddenly stopped crying.

"You know Hans had a daughter… and now that there's no one to protect her, I took custody of her. But not as an adoptive father, just as her guardian, if you can call it that."

She sniffled. "So… I'm still first?"

"Yeah, so don't cry, okay?"

Charlotte wiped her tears off and looked deep into James' eyes. "You promise?"

James sighed as petted her head. "I promise. No one's taking your place."

She hesitated for a bit. "What's her name?"

"Dia."

"That sounds weird." She grabbed James' hands. "So… she's alone now?"

"She's in the hospital right now, with some of my people."

"Hospital?" She asked, tilting her head.

"She's very ill." James explained gently. "She can't move much right now."

Charlotte was silent, processing his words. "So… she needs help?"

"Yeah.""

She stayed quiet for a moment, then looked up at him with a serious expression. "Then I'll be nice to her!"

"Good—"

"But she still has to know…" Charlotte said quickly before James could say anything. "That I was here first!"

She didn't understand a bit of what I said…

James let out of her hand as he stood up, staring down at her.

"What about your birthday or you just cried because of this?"

She looked up to him with a little smile. "Both, I never have an 8th birthday again, but it's okay, you have more important things to do."

"Yeah." He said as she thought about Rafael and Hasn but Chaltte beaming eyes got him out of the thought. "Say it."

"I want a cake…"

He laughed a bit "Cake, huh?"

Charlotte nodded, her earlier sadness disappearing like it was never there.

"What kind?"

She tilted her head, deep in thought. "A big one."

"That's not a flavor."

Charlotte giggled. "Chocolate. With strawberries on top."

"Sounds expensive."

"You have money."

James laughed more at how fast she replied. "Alright. Chocolate cake with strawberries."

Charlotte's grin widened, but then she hesitated. "You'll eat it with me, right?"

"I will, just give more time okay?" He petted her head.

"Okay!" She said and ran out of the room, filled with joy…probably to tell Bella that she was still at the top and got a cake too.

"I thought she'd need more time, but she's already acting like my daughter." James said, turning to her mother, who was still smiling.

"Yeah, she's really into it. and she loves you." She replied, then, her gaze shifted slightly downward before she looked back at James. "The Mayor… was it your order?"

James hesitated for a moment but met his mother's eyes.

"Yes, it was. He was one of the—"

"It's okay." She interrupted, raising her hand. "You don't need to explain." She let out a small sigh before continuing, "But please…only do these kinds of things if it's truly necessary. If you can, I mean. They cut off his…you know what, and his skin… If you have to kill someone, please, just shoot."

For a moment, James realized that his mother was accepting the truth more than he had expected.

"I will." He said.

She didn't really want to interfere in his business, but she needed to know what was going to happen next.

"We're going back home?" She asked.

"No. Silent Hill has become dangerous now, so Hector bought another house, but a little farther away in Rose Park. All of our stuff was moved yesterday."

"Rose Park… that's more expensive than where we were…"

"I'm a billionaire, Mom. The new house looks like a palace, large walls, bulletproof windows, cameras everywhere, double gates, and privacy. There's even a hedge line around the walls."

Her expression shifted as she processed his words, but only one thing seemed to really catch her attention.

Billionaire.

She knew that James is more than rich, after all he bought that house, not a billionaire, maybe a multi millionaire.

"Can I ask what exactly you are doing?"

How should I say it…mabye a little softly

"I move stuff from A to B and make money." He smiled but her mother wasn't dumb.

"So you are a drug lord?"

James forze for a bit, as he finally heard it said loud and clear what he was.

"..Kinda like that yeah…but I only sell to the rich."

She wasn't shocked, not completely, but there was a weight behind her eyes that made James shift uncomfortably.

"Only to the rich?" She repeated. "That's supposed to make it better?"

James sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not about better or worse, Mom. It's about control. The rich were always going to buy. I just made sure they buy from me."

"And what about the people who get hurt because of it?"

"The government and the mafia both come to me because I control the market. I set the prices, I set the rules. I keep the chaos in check." He explained.

His mother looked at him for a long time, searching his face.

"And if someone gets in your way?" She finally asked.

"You know that."

She gave him a look, half disapproval, half something else. "Just… be careful."

"I am." He stepped toward her and kissed his mother on the forehead. "Let's go home." He whispered. "Finally get some good sleep, Mom."

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "Yeah, let's go."

So they did finally after what felt like an enternity, they left the hospital behind.