Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

"Finally here." Hector said as she stepped out of the car, looking around. But they were the only ones around.

The shop was near the mall, situated on a small street between two shops, yet the street itself looked abandoned. From the outside, the shop looked well designed, with a big advert poster meant to attract customers, and it worked on Hector, because it was featuring a child in a wheelchair.

She immediately imagined Amanda in one, happily cruising around the hospital.

"This street looks so different now." Mike said behind Hector as he looked around.

Hector turned around. "Different? What do you mean?"

Mike adjusted his suit before looking at Hector. "Well, before James showed up, this was one of the streets where drug addicts lived. They literally had houses made of cardboard and shit, and drug dealers loved to come here to sell their spiked junk."

"I never knew that." Hector said.

"Well, because it was our mission to get them out of here. So we did, and now look how lively this street is, fucking flowers and all." He pointed.

"Oh, I remember now, ordering it to be cleaned up." He laughed because they hadn't wanted to do it. These people were just homeless beggars, not ones they would kill. So instead, they simply killed the drug dealers in front of them, sending a message, if they stayed, the same would happen to them. "Anyway, let's go in."

As he stepped in and looked around, he was already excited. There were so many variations and combinations of wheelchairs everywhere, and his eyes immediately landed on one, exactly what Amanda had asked for, a wheelchair with flowers.

"Can I help you?" One of the staff members approached Hector with a big smile.

"Yeah, that wheelchair there." He pointed. "Is it suitable for children?"

"Of course it is! Please, come, let me show you." She smiled, and together they walked over to the wheelchair. She began explaining everything about it. "It's specially made for children. We have different sizes for ages 6 to 16. It has high quality carbon fiber elements, as you can see." She pointed at the wheels. "This material is very strong and can last for years. And of course, the flowers are all over it." She smiled as she gestured toward them.

The seat and armrests were designed with pink flowers, it was obviously meant for a girl, it was perfect for Amanada.

"I like it, but isn't it a little heavy for a child to push?" Hector asked, a little worried that Amanda would get exhausted since her strength was still not enough.

"Not really, because the carbon fiber is light. But of course, we have this modul for it." She stepped over to a cabinet. "This connects to the wheels, and with this—" she held up a controller— "you can drive it. But we also have fully electric ones."

Hector thought about it but realized that a little bit of exercise could only help Amanda, and if she got too tired, she could always use the electric feature.

"It's good enough. I'll buy it with the electric thing." He said and walked toward the counter with her, while another staff member went to the back to prepare it for him.

"That will be 8,000."

Fucking hell, how the fuck do normal people afford this…

"Does the government have any programs to help with purchases like this? Like with a hospital form or something?"

"They do have one program, but it takes weeks to get the paperwork done and they only cover 30% of the price."

"Well, that's better than nothing." Hector handed her his bank card.

As she grabbed it from him, she hesitated for a moment, staring at it. That card… it wasn't just any card, it was one of the most exclusive from Hinsber Bank. A full black metal card that required the user to spend more than 500,000 a year.

She hesitated slightly but tried to hide her surprise.

"I—I mean, not really, because the 30% only applies to ones over 6,000.. For a 5,000 one, they cover 20%, and for anything under that, only 10%."

"Oh, then fuck them." Hector smiled.

"Yeah, that's why we have this program." She turned and pointed at a poster. "We have a donation system, and with the money that comes in, we help people who can provide proof, like an accident report or any other reason they lost mobility. If they can prove it, we use the funds to cover the cost for them."

Hector looked at the poster, which also featured a child like the other one outside, and he couldn't help himself.

"That's really nice. Do I have to add my name or anything to make a donation? And how many people have you helped like this?" He asked.

"You can do it anonymously, and we've helped a lot of people. Just last month, we provided wheelchairs for free to 15 people, children and adults." She smiled at him as she handed back the card.

"Then I'll make a little donation. Can I do it with cash?"

"Yes, you can." She said, already thinking about getting Hector's number.

A good looking, handsome man, and even if he is in his thirties, to her, he was filthy rich, and filthy rich people are the best to get.

"Mike, do you have cash on you?" Hector turned toward him, and Mike's face started to pale. "I'll give it back, don't worry." Hector shook his head with a smile.

As Mike stepped closer, the woman suddenly realized she had no idea who he was speaking to. Because as Mike opened his suit to reach into his inner pocket, she saw a gun.

But more importantly, she clearly saw the name engraved on it in gold, Bellini.

"So, I want to donate…" Hector counted the money. "You only have this much?" He looked back at Mike.

"I'm not a walking bank, Hector."

"That's true…then I want to donate three thousand if I can." Hector said, looking up at the woman, who was now frozen and refusing to meet his gaze. "Uhm, is there a problem?"

"No!" She said a little too loudly. "Thank you for your generous donation." She grabbed the money from him and put it into a black box. "My colleague prepared the wheelchair, which is at the loading area. If you go outside, it's to the left." She still didn't look up at him just quickly saying what she needed to.

Hector looked at Mike, then back at the woman, confused, but he simply said goodbye and left the store.

As they walked out, the woman let out a long breath, leaning against the counter and shaking her head. Another employee, an older woman who had been watching the whole thing from the side, stepped closer.

"I know you've only been working here for a month, but you need to care more about customers and show respect, Carla." She said, shaking her head. "What if they post a review that you—"

"Do you know who they were?" Carla interrupted, her face pale.

"No, but it doesn't matter. They're customers who just dropped a lot of money, and that's all that matters." She said, crossing her arms.

Carla let out a small, nervous laugh. "At first, I thought he was just a businessman because he had the black card from Hinsber."

The older woman's eyes widened. "And you really froze up! Why didn't you ask for a bigger donation or tell him he could donate with his card? Maybe he would've given a couple more thousand."

Carla straightened herself, looking deep into the woman's eyes.

"Anna, they were gangsters."

"What?" Anna let out a laugh. "Having a black card doesn't mean he's a gangster. Don't say stupid things."

"The other guy had a gun on him." Carla said.

Anna hesitated for a moment before replying. "Maybe he's his bodyguard. Rich people tend to fear for their lives, especially in this rotten country."

Carla hesitated a bit looking at the doors then looked back at Anna.

"Then why did his gun have an engraving that said Bellini?"

Anna's smile faded as she processed Carla's words.

"Bellini?" She whispered as she looked at the door too.

Carla nodded. "Yeah. It was engraved in gold."

Anna started thinking. The name sounded familiar, too familiar.

"That name…" she hesitated. "I've heard it before. Isn't that—"

"A mafia family." Carla finished for her. "One of the biggest. The news didn't really cover them, but there are some photos. And this guy, if I remember correctly, was Hector Bellini, one of the most powerful in the family… but his bank card had a different name on it. I just put the thing together after I saw the gun with the name on it."

Anna's pulse quickened. "But he didn't look like some ruthless gangster." She said "He was… normal. Charming, even."

"Yeah, and I almost asked him for his number." Carla shook her head and laughed at herself.

"I only know what I've seen on TV." Anna admitted. "But you said he's one of the most powerful… Does that mean he has a boss?"

"Yeah… James Bellini." As Carla said it, the door of the store opened again. Immediately, the atmosphere shifted as they both smiled, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

Walking in was none other than Mike.

"Sorry, can I get the receipt?" He asked, smiling at them. He noticed something was off but had no time or interest in figuring out what.

"Of course, here it is." Carla replied, forcing a smile as she handed him the receipt.

"Thank you very much. Have a wonderful day." Mike smiled and left the store again.

Anna and Carla were still a bit stunned by the whole situation. Hector was actually so... human, at least in their eyes.

Outside, however, they were busy making space for the large wheelchair that had come with the delivery.

"Why the fuck is there a bulletproof shield in the back?" Hector asked, looking at Arine.

"After what happened, it can be useful." Arine replied, tossing it out of the trunk. "But this is just crazy…" He picked up a battering ram. "Now this is suprised me too? Are we the special forces?" He threw it out too.

The employee who had been with them stood in silence, processing what a fuck is he witnessing. He had also seen the assault rifle in the trunk.

Hector thundered toward him. "Take it and you blind okay?"

The guy grabbed the 300 from him and walked away without a word, but someone else had words for Hector.

"Hector, you're bribing people with my money?!" Mike called out as he came back.

"I said I'd give it back to you, don't cry like a bitch, and help Arine." Hector responded.

"Why didn't you help him? You were just standing there watching." Mike shook his head, leaning into the trunk to help Arine.

"I'm your fucking boss, you motherfucker." He said and kicked Mike in the ass, and because of it he headbutted the side of the trunk.

He patted his own head. "What a good boss..." He whispered as they finally made enough space to fit in the box.

"Good. Now throw those shits back too." Hector pointed at the bulletproof shield and the battering ram. "And let's go see my sister."

"Yes, sir..." Mike sighed, picking up them from the ground and throwing them into the car. "It's done, sir. What's next, sir?"

"Stop that shit, Mike, before I shoot your ass." Hector smirked.

"I will, sir!" Mike saluted, then sat in the car with Hector and the others, finally heading to the one place Hector wanted to be at the most.

Meanwhile, at home James was slowly getting better, but really slowly, his mother made her soup, and Charlotte was still beside his bed holding his hand, like it was his deathbed.

But how could he tell them that he simply combated three drugs and got fucked up?

No, that wasn't an option.

He was feeling like a zombie while Hector was up in the sky because of his sister, totally forgetting about the things he needed to do, but who can judge him, his sister means everything to him.