Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

"Isn’t that a little too far away?" James’s so called stepmother asked the driver, who didn’t say a word, only staring at her through the rearview mirror.

"I mean, we left the city, but okay…" She looked outside and realized they were entering an industrial park on the outskirts of the city.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but she was too dumb to realize that the moment she appeared before James, she had already fucked up her whole life.

The money had clearly blinded her. Her entire demeanor was that of someone pretending to be rich.

A white fur coat, golden sunglasses, and cheap but expensive looking watches and bracelets that probably cost no more than ten bucks at the market.

Basically, a gold digger who failed at her craft….until she got together with Robert.

When they got the news of Rafael’s death, they realized something far more important than his own son’s death.

Money.

The money that James had. And it became even clearer when the woman asked around and people warned her not to approach James, he wasn’t someone who tolerated disrespect.

Of course, in her eyes, all she saw were crisp bills, because if someone is respected by people he gotta have money and since Robert had proposed to her, she believed she had the perfect plan to get money out of James.

But her belief was shattered as the car came to a stop.

A warehouse in the middle of an industrial park.

Rusted metal doors. Cracked pavement.

"What the fuck is this?" She snapped, turning to the driver. "Where the fuck are we?"

The driver said nothing at first. He simply got out of the car, walked around, and opened her door.

"You want money, don’t you? Get the fuck out."

For the first time, she hesitated.

But greed was a funny thing….it made people blind.

And right now, she wanted that money more than anything.

The driver walked ahead toward the warehouse, where guards pulled open the heavy metal doors.

She hesitated for a split second, but when she stepped inside, all doubt disappeared.

Her eyes widened.

Stacks of money, piles so high they reached her shoulders, filled the warehouse. Bundles of crisp bills, more than she had ever seen in her life.

A smile stretched across her face as she took a slow step forward, her fingers itching to touch the stacks, to feel the weight of wealth in her hands.

She barely heard the door shut behind her.

All she could see was the future, the luxury, the power, the things she would buy.

Fur coats that weren’t cheap knockoffs. Real gold, not market stall fakes. Designer heels, diamond watches, a lifestyle she had always wanted but never truly had.

This was it. This was her moment.

She stepped closer, trembling with excitement.

This was more than she ever dreamed of. More than she and Robert had schemed for. More than she ever thought James or whoever left this fortune could have.

Her fingers twitched as she reached for a stack of bills. The crisp paper, the weight of real money, it sent a shiver through her.

"Holy shit…"

This was freedom.

She turned slightly, ready to demand her cut, ready to grab what was hers, when she finally noticed the guards hadn’t moved.

They weren’t touching the money.

They were watching her.

"Well?" She scoffed, putting a hand on her hip. "What are you waiting for? I assume I’m here to take my share, right?"

No answer.

The driver, the one who had brought her here, was leaning casually against the door, arms crossed. He wasn’t even looking at the money.

He was looking at her.

"What the hell is this?" She snapped. "You drag me out here just to gawk at me? You said I wanted money....well, I’m here for it! So hand it over, or I’ll—"

She never finished the sentence.

Because the moment she stepped forward, one of the guards raised his gun, not to hand her anything, but to make sure she didn’t move another inch.

The smile froze on her lips.

She barely had time to process her situation when one of the guards stepped forward and tossed two large duffel bags at her feet.

"What the hell is this?!"

The driver tilted his head, smirking. "James said fifty million." He nodded toward the towering stacks of cash. "So pack the two bags fully."

Her heart skipped a beat.

Fifty million.

She glanced at the money again, the panic in her chest momentarily shoved aside by greed.

Her fingers twitched as she crouched down, unzipping the first bag.

Thick stacks of crisp bills stared back at her. The scent of money filled her nose, and for a split second, she forgot about the way the men were watching her.

This was her chance.

She shoved handfuls of cash inside, stuffing the bag as fast as she could.

James might have set this up, but so what?

If she got out of here with these bags, she wouldn’t need him, Robert, or anyone else ever again. She could disappear, start fresh, live the life she actually deserved.

She zipped the first bag closed and reached for the second.

The men remained silent, unmoving.

Something about it nagged at her, but she forced herself to ignore it. They were just waiting, she told herself. Nothing more.

She packed the second bag, her movements faster now,.

More money. More security. More power.

As soon as the last bundle was shoved inside, she let out a shaky breath and stood up, gripping the bags tightly. She turned to the driver, her forced confidence returning.

"There. Happy?"

She had done what they asked. She had packed the money.

She barely had time to catch her breath before the guard motioned with his gun toward a heavy metal door at the back of the warehouse.

"Okay. Now pick up the two bags and go in there."

"What’s in there?"

"The accountant. Ferucci."

The name meant nothing to her, so she turned her head slightly, eyeing the door.

"An accountant? What, you need me to sign some papers or something?"

The guard gestured again, this time jabbing the barrel of his gun slightly forward.

"Move."

"Ugh, fine. But seriously, what’s the point of all this? I got the money, so can we just get this over with?" Enjoy new stories from Freewebnovel

The guards didn’t answer.

She barely paid attention to them anyway. Her mind was already spinning with thoughts of what she’d buy first. A luxury penthouse? A sports car? Maybe both. She deserved it after all this nonsense.

She reached for the metal door handle without a second thought, pulled the door open and stepped inside.

Her eyes scanned the room, and instantly, her excitement faltered.

There was no money. No stacks of cash.

Bare concrete walls. No windows.

And in the center, a single metal table.

"Hello? Accountant guy? Ferucci, or whatever?"

Nothing.

"Ugh, you guys are wasting my time."

Then a sound from the corner of the room.

What the—"

She hadn’t noticed it before.

The chair in the corner. The shadowy figure sitting there.

Watching her.

And for the first time since walking into this warehouse, she felt something she had never truly felt before.

A creeping, suffocating sense of dread.

But of course, in her mind, it was just another minor inconvenience.

"Took you long enough. Can we just get this over with?"

She had no idea.

No idea that a broken, psychopathic maniac was sitting there, someone who had spent days in the dark, blaming himself for not being there to protect his boss.

She still didn’t sense the danger.

She just sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Look, can we hurry this up? I have places to be."

The figure in the chair didn’t move.

"Places to be?"

"Yeah. I don’t have all day, you know." She waved her hand toward the duffel bags. "Just count the damn money or whatever and let me leave."

A quiet chuckle. Deep and humorless.

She blinked as the man rose from his chair, stepping into the light.

He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Bloodshot eyes, dark circles. His suit was wrinkled, stained.

There was nothing sane about it.

Nothing human.

She instinctively took a step back. "W-what’s your problem?" She asked, her voice losing its usual arrogance. "Just—just do your job and—"

His head tilted slightly, his lips curling into something that might’ve been a smirk or maybe just a twitch.

"My job?" He got up moving toward the metal table. "I had a job once."

Silence stretched between them as he drumemd his finger on the table

Then, his eyes locked onto hers.

"And I failed."