The Last Call of Order

"Stop kidding. 3 million dollars for this trash? Are you fucking high!" 

A man on his late 30s yelled at the tanned toned man sitting majestically straight opposite of him.

Even the air around him was filled with richness. His pair of ocean eyes were dark that yelled immense power though still he chose to remain quiet to that insult.

The man's yell didn't bother him a bit as he still sat with his legs crossed maintaining his powerful aura.

But quite opposite of him, his men in all black standing behind him perked up at the scene of the angry client yelling at their master, with no acknowledgement of any dark consequences.

Muscles tensed up in clear anger as the two men in all black, took a step forward ready to deal with the disrespectful client who dared to raise his voice against their master but just the man with his straight face raised his hand gesturing his men to halt at their respective places.

Obeying the order of their master, they backed off quietly with their jaw tightly clenched.

Master Alejandro, the throne holder of Garcia's was no easy man to toy around. 

The angry client snorted at master Alejandro's action as his one hand settled on his waist while he kept his firm glare on him with a hint of mockery and challenge.

He was playing with fire now. 

"1.5 and we are done!"

The man bargained but only the sound of unamused chuckles were heard from ahead.

Deep and dark.

"I ain't doing no charity here, 3.5 it is!" 

Master Alejandro spoke with his voice firm, dominating the air around the hall. 

The client became dumbfounded while looking at him with his eyes wide opened as master Alejandro straight away ignored his bargain, in fact without any warning he increased the amount as if he cared less about the deal.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Another shout of anger rang around the silent meeting room as master Alejandro still remained quiet to that. 

The client was evidently pissed off at this point, it wasn't like he wanted to be there but he had no choice instead.

Garcia's weapons are believed to be the best ones in comparison to any other mafia's owned arms.

Their arms had class and also they had their very own tag on it making it a brand.

Leaving all those things aside, smuggling with Garcia's was a lot safer than any other mafia leader. Master Alejandro's policies were clean even though he'd play dirty when he'd want to.

Master Alejandro had connections with the higher ups, in other words he was feeding the government silently. He had his control over the whole damn system as his smugglers obviously never got caught while delivering the arms and drugs or what not, you just name it. 

Anything with Garcia's name on it was legalised around the continent even though those were illegal.

The almighty throne holder was the god damn system himself.

As a result he was the most powerful mafia lord of Europe. 

Many feared him and many obviously wanted to create alliance with him for a safer guard to benefit themselves out of his name. 

Having all those royalties coming along with his arms, he had the price of hell and obviously an impossible attitude to deal with. 

"4!"

Master Alejandro spoke again, bored, tearing the moment of silence with his eyes blank making the client's hands ball up in utter frustration, he was indeed a manipulating man.

This was not it.