Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 255: Insane

Would you even eat human remains... James thought as he now was in the garden petting Mango in the biggest calm like nothing even happened minutes ago, but she looked everything but dangerous at that moment, more like a cutie.

"Did Mango ever eat a human?" He asked as he looked up at the guard, whose expression was confused a little.

"Well, there was one time when she... kinda munched on a terrorist’s face, but no, she never really ate like a body part or anything like that... and even if she did, then she would’ve ended up being put down."

Munched on a face... that’s eating...

"How many people has she killed?" James asked again as he stood up.

"To be true, not much. I usually shot before she was let loose, but I would say 11 people. All of them got bit on the throat. Though I always finished what she started, they would have died because of the bite." He explained to James, which kinda shocked him in a way.

Mango has more bodies than him, though he expected nothing less from a special forces dog.

"James, how are you feeling?" Mike’s voice came from the back as he looked at his hand, though the question was more about his mental state.

"Refreshed." He said as he eyed him, though Mike too had some feelings about the whole situation.

Even though he is kinda different from everyone else in the family, he is not the murderer type and broken... he still wanted to kill Alda, not just her but everybody in there, because he chose this life and knew very well that if a word got out, then it would be just a bigger trouble in the inner hierarchy of the family... even if there isn’t one, really.

Everyone knows what to do, and who to listen to. They know the limits, but if it goes out that the housekeeper hit James, that would create chaos and distress.

But James showed mercy for them, and his word is absolute.

Though not even James was sure whether he had made the right call about it... it just felt good, the slap, the weight behind it, the pain. There was meaning in it, a raw, honest kind of truth that no one had dared show him in a long time. Until now, he had lived in a world of his own making, one shaped by the traumas... a world filled with blood, suffering, and the silent grief of too many deaths.

But that slap came from someone who didn’t belong to his world, a woman who lived in reality, who didn’t hide behind shadows or pain, who looked at things as they were with eyes wide open. She wasn’t part of the chaos, the violence, the guilt that James carried, and maybe that’s what made it so different, so jarring. That slap didn’t come from anger. It came from something deeper... it was almost like hearing the words he had once longed to hear from his mother, not gentle or soft, but honest, even if they hurt.

They were the kind of words that didn’t try to protect you from pain but told you the truth because someone actually gave a fuck. That single act didn’t just hit his face, it cracked something inside him, something buried so deep under years of silence and blood that he had forgotten it existed. Somewhere beneath the mask, beneath the walls and the violence, there was still that lost boy.

The one who wanted someone to look past the fear and the name and see the human underneath it all.

And somehow, with nothing more than a slap, she reached that place.. She didn’t lie, she just saw him and in that moment, for the first time in what felt like forever, James didn’t feel powerful. He didn’t feel like the man people feared... just felt small, vulnerable... human.

Yeah, but there is one little thingy... he is fucking insane, mentally shattered and unstable, someone who is crossing between two worlds, wherever he wants to.

There is no fucking way a slap could heal him, that could give him anything meaningful. Maybe for a bit, in the chaos, it was a split second that he stopped thinking about everything, but after that... he just turned back to what he truly is.

A world where no light could reach him there, no kind word or gesture could pull him out. He is trapped inside himself, a mind that tore itself apart every time it tried to rest.

And yet, somehow, he kept moving forward, not because he wanted to, but because he had no choice.

Because even broken, even lost, there was a part of him that refused to disappear completely. How could he?

He needs to make sure everybody dies that can cause harm to his family and build up an empire... not for him, but for the next generation... for Charlotte, for her mother, for those who will remember his name and greatness.

"We’re going to Maraci." He suddenly said to Mike, but he was different, his eyes were colder than ever for some reason. "So prepare some guys that will come with us, and cash. A lot of it."

Yeah, it was cold of course it was because even Mike heard about Maraci. The country that executes everybody who’s doing anything with crime... a straight up suicide going there.

But who’s gonna stop him from an adventure that could be deadly for the whole family?

None.

That’s how the preparation started for the trip, without even Hector or anybody else knowing about it, and suddenly Mike turned into a full time organizer and to be true, he felt proud of doing it.

It was a chance for him to show James what he was capable of, maybe even a promotion from a bodyguard to a mid-tier leader or something... yeah, he was thinking about it the whole time as he was picking the best bodyguards for the trip that he knew and while doing it a familiar face showed up.

"Oh, you suddenly appear like a hero, huh?"