Saints of the Syndicate by Natalie Nicole
Chapter 33
Arthur
“Father” is the juvenile greeting that Giovanni gives his father while Declan and Sinclair just stand staring at us along with our parents. The boys form a line in front of their date as some pathetic shield.
We saw them as soon as they walked in and just laid in wait.
“Boys, is that any way to greet your fathers?” I give them a scolding look before turning towards my parents. “Mother. Father. I’m rather surprised to see you and the others here.”
Knowing our parents, they are up to something with the insolents we call children. They must now be watched.
My father just gives me one of his droll looks. “Arthur. We need no reason to show up. We are the ones who started this tradition as a gratitude to the donors. You are the one that has turned it into this showboat of wealth. It’s rather disgusting to see how you thrive on constant need of archaic flaunting.”
His words grind my gears, but I stay calm. I refuse to act like them. Waving his words off, I continue, “Where are your lovely dates, children? I’m sure we saw them around socializing somewhere.”
Sinclair finally steps forward to address me. “And we told you that we were not going to show up with some stupid whores when we have a date already.”
I chortle at the remark. “So you think all three of you showing up with the same woman is better? Please. You look like giant buffoons, and you make her look like a high class prostitute.”
I thoroughly enjoy watching all their faces morph into shock. But what they don’t realize is that we know exactly who she is and her pedigree is going to prove invaluable to our takeover. That is, once we get her away from their over-bearing clutches and have her properly trained.
Declan just scoffs in unfiltered rage at us. “Of all people to talk about high class prostitutes, it would be you three.” His face forms into a wicked sneer as he practically yells the next words, “Because we all know how faithful you were to your wives. You’d rather sink your dicks in cheap whores than be faithful to the women that put up with your tyrant asses. All of us right here,” he waves his hand around their group, “We are all fucking faithful. None of us have fucked around while their wife has cancer. None of us have drove their significant other to suicide. None of us have signed an agreement just to be a willing hole to fuck solely for the purpose of producing an heir. Then ridding themselves of said hole after they achieved what they wanted.”
The room around us falls into shocked silence as Declan foams at the mouth. Sinclair and Giovanni are also showing signs of barely restrained rage. Our parents are all slack jawed at the admissions. Lorenzo, Robert, and I are all in shock. How do they know all of this?
Sinclair just sends death glares at me while speaking, “Big bad Arthur is speechless. There’s a fucking shocker. And you aren’t the only ones with the power to find things out. Don’t think I haven’t known about my mother for years. Living the high life in Monaco, never to acknowledge her only child. And when that said child took a vacation to meet her, she treated him like nothing more than a stepped on piece of gum.”
I’m still speechless but he turns to the rest.
“Come on. Let’s go back to the penthouse. At least there we are all in like-minded company, unlike this bullshit place.” Then he dips behind to put a protective arm around our target, Bethani, before escorting her past us with everyone else in quick succession.
Though embarrassment floods me as all eyes are on us, instead of addressing them, I walk off to the back office we have here for privileged meetings.
As we step inside, I slam the door with pent up anger flowing through my veins. Turning to an equally pissed Lorenzo and Robert, I order, “Call him. Change of plans. I want this moved up as quickly and efficiently as possible. No longer will we be shamed by those worthless abominations we call children. I want them destroyed as fast as they just pulverized our reputation out there.” Slamming my hand against the desk, I let myself have a moment of outrage. “Fuck!”
“All will be well, Arthur. Soon enough all this drama will be worth it.” Lorenzo says in a calming tone as he hands me a drink. Taking it, I nod and straighten myself. “Of course. My apologies, gentlemen, for the outburst,” I laugh. “Acted like one of them for a moment.”
Sly grins mar our faces as we toast. “To the new rule. May our wealth and power surpass that of anyone else in the world.