Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"The council started it all. I want you to do me a favor. Help me send an information to someone important," the Queen said standing up from the large sofa she sat on.

"Sure I will. You should not let anyone take your crown," the princess adviced her mother.

"I won't," the Queen with a smirk. Did they really think they could get rid of her? She walked to a set of drawers and opened the first drawer. She pulled out an envelope and gave it to her daughter. "You know very well who I will like you to give this to right?"

The girl paused for a while before nodding energetically. "I will give it to him. I have to leave before those guards return," the princess said before running out of the room.

"That's my daughter," the Queen said proudly when her daughter closed the door behind her. She felt glad to see her daughter strong and viscous. At this point her daughter will be able to get anything she wants by any means.

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"He has always been arrogant. Don't you think this is the opportunity to get rid of him?" a young man asked the group of older men and women sitting with him for their usual meeting.

"No!" a woman younger than him immediately objected.

"Why do you say so? It almost cost me an arm and a leg to get this information but you want it to simply go to waste?" the young man asked feeling offended by the lady's arrogance.

"Sir, I don't think killing him will end his empire rather it will cause an open war because his men won't take his death lightly. We have been doing things quietly for over a decade now, I am sure we don't want too much attention," the lady said directing her answer to the old man sitting far away from the rest of them. That showed how his position was far more important and powerful than any other person in the room.

The old man cleared his throat and looked at the lady who was very confident of her stand in the issue. "So what do you suggest?"

"I can't suggest anything now but that we should be patient and not deal with him too rashly. Killing him will be like breaking a nest of hornets. As soon as he dies his men will come for us because he knows us well," the lady tried persuading the old man.

"The fact that he knows us well is an indicator that we have to get rid of him and take over his empire," the young man strongly supported his suggestion. He occasionally glared daggers at the lady while he tried hard to fix his gaze on the old man before him.

"What makes you think we are strong enough to take over his empire. All his employees and subordinates have a very strong bond and all his close subordinates are willing to die for him. What makes you think you can control a swarm of bees without killing them all?" the lady asked. She did not forget to scoff mockingly afterwards.

The young man's face became red looking at the lady who was trying her best to prevent him from getting the merit of his hard work. If they don't attack him, that means all his efforts to get the information will be fruitless. He clinched his fist wishing he could go across and hit the proud lady across her face.

"I think she is right," a middle-aged man agreed. They had all remained calm trying to know which of those options will favor them more as well as considering who they support among the two angry youngsters.

"Yes, I agree too. I have worked as a mercenary almost all my life and I know what will happen if we kill a leader with very faithful followers," another man said with a very deep hoarse voice like an addicted smoker.

"What if we did it quietly? We can make someone else take the blame. It could be labeled a terrorist attack," the young man suggested. He leaned back feeling proud of his suggestion because he has long planned for this.

"What makes you think the lie you watch on TV could deceive his subordinates?" the lady asked scornfully. She found herself wondering what his brain was made of.

"We could stage it perfectly. We are the council, we are not that powerless," the young man leaning forward once again. The girl made it very hard for him to feel relaxed during the council meetings.

"I don't think we should do that. We have gone after influencial people without getting caught or suspected but we should stick to those people most people won't suspect us. Everyone in the underground world knows he is not in good terms with us and have put us in a situation where we have nothing to say against him in public. As soon as he dies, we will be held responsible and that means those angry bees will come for vengeance," the mercenary said confidently.

"That is right, Jones," the old man agreed. He might be old but he still looked strong and powerful. His age did not become his weakness rather he used it to his advantage to control the council. He was the oldest member of the council alive.

The other members of the council murmured quietly among themselves and agreed to stay away from the hospital where Liam was.

"Sir . . ." the young man began a fresh new series of suggested but stopped when the old man slightly raised a hand towards him.

He bowed his head looking weak and defeated like a dog with his tail between his legs. The hatred he had towards the lady overflowing with beauty and confidence blended in poison who sat across from him increased.

"We should make sure we respect each other's opinions and suggestions. We council is not weak but we should focus on other tasks," the old man said referring to the two youngsters who look as though they might grab each others throat any second.

"Sir, I got a message from the Queen," a balding man in his forties said standing up impatiently. He had remained quiet throughout the whole decision making as he waited for his turn to bring up a new topic.