Secret Heiress: The Mafia Billionaire's Surrogate

Mason's POV

“Any progress to what I mandate you,” I stated after getting the doctor from Sean's hand.

Dominic yawned before stretching his arms and turned at me, “Nope. No news from the men I command to look for that woman. Why are you even looking for that woman?”

“She is the only heiress of Anderson's family, and everything will be bestowed on her because her father is already dead.”

“I think you need to be more concerned about the fact that the mafia community is blaming you for what happened to Mr. Anderson, which will affect your position as the next mafia lord. Your father holds a powerful position in the mafia community, and you can lose it, and you're wasting your time for someone unworthy,” Sean muttered, and he was right.

I leaned on my chair and replied, “I felt the heir would come after me.”

“We don't even know who Victor'sdaughter is, or if she is even a girl or boy.”

“Tell me about the shipment tomorrow, Sean.”

Sean took the white folder and handed it to me, “Mr. Martinez will be our client tomorrow. He will meet us tomorrow; we can head to the next location to check our gun shipments.”

“Woah! Are we going to have new babies to play with? It's been here since I replaced my gun, so I think I deserve a gift. Don't you think, Mason?” Dominic questioned.

“It depends on your performance tomorrow, Dominic. Besides, I have a meeting with Mr. Rodriguez, and I expect you to show up on my behalf as my consigliere.”

“What? But I hate going to meetings, and you know that!” Dominic complained.

“Then, no guns for you.”

“Fine! I'll do it,” he groaned.

I have to find the heir of Anderson's because I know he will come after me. Victor Anderson never publicized his child's identity, so no one knew who would take what he left. Everyone was wondering if Tyrone Anderson would take over the businesses he left, but from what I can see, it's just a temporary heir who was hiding the real heir.

“What if Tyrone Anderson will be the next Mafia boss of the Anderson family?” Dominic questioned.

I asked him, “How did you even think of that?”

“Well, apart from the fact that he is the only son we know of Victor Anderson, he is the worthy heir. Don't you think so?”

Sean chuckled sarcastically, “That arrogant? The last time we met, he was inviting me for a duel, and if it wasn't for Mason, I already ruined that arrogant’s face.”

“I don't think it's Tyrone,” I answered.

“How come?” Dominic asked.

I pour myself a brandy before standing up and approaching my windows, gazing at the beautiful lights wrapping the city above me. Half of the town was in my father's power, and if it weren't for my stepmother, I wouldn't face such ridiculous conditions before getting the mafia position.

It must be passed down on me, but my stepmother's jealousy makes it hard for me to get it.

“Anyway, Mason. I already checked the apartment Valerie occupies and bought the house you told me to. I will give her the key tomorrow so she can move into the house. Your stepmother won't find any loopholes to her identity,” Sean reminded me of the house I told him to purchase under Valerie's name.

My plans must be perfect. Celeste must not find Valerie is a hired wife and surrogate.

“Do everything you can, Sean. Upgrade her wardrobe, buy her the latest iPhone, and fill her drawer with expensive jewelry. Ensure you cover every trace of poorness on her, especially since my stepmother will do her best to find flaws in Valerie.”

I drank my brandy and added, “She's good at acting. She wants her son to be heir, not me. Celeste's evilness is hard to counter because my father believes every word that comes out from her filthy mouth.”

“Don't worry, Mason. I'll handle everything and ensure no traces are left,” Sean promised.

“I don't rely on promises, Sean. I want actions more than words,” I faced him.

He nodded in answer, so I swirled my head back to the window and drank the remaining alcohol in my glass. I have to find the heir of Anderson's and make sure he won't blame me for the death of her father.

“Hello? Yes. Are you sure? Okay, I'll tell him.” I turned to Sean when he spoke, waiting for him to tell me who was on the phone and what they talked about. “It's Alfonso.”

“What did he say?”

“Wait, he's the one I told to find information about Victor's child. He works faster than I expected,” Dominic muttered.

“Yes, he is. I told him to update me earlier than expected, and he did.”

“It better be good news.”

Sean cleared his throat, “He found the heir of Anderson.”

That information caught my attention, especially since Alfonso quickly updated me. I head to my chair and sit down before copping my hands above the table. “Tell me everything.”

“He's dead.”

I furrowed, “What?”

“That's a piece of good news,” Dominic chuckled.

“It turns out Victor's son is a drunk and troublemaker. His car crashed on the bridge handrail, and his car jumped on the river; his door was stuck, which led to his death.”

Dominic stood up, grabbed the remote, and opened the TV. The news about the incident flashed on the screen, diverting my eyes to the TV.

“A man crashed on the fence this morning, and his body was found this afternoon. The investigator says he was driving drunk and dozed off, leading to his death. The man was known to be the son of Victor Anderson, the notorious mafia boss in the city.”

I sipped my brandy and murmured, “Sean.”

He pushed his glasses and answered, “Just say the word, boss.”

“Prepare the car. We have a funeral to attend,” I stated.