Elite Power: Trent: (Dark Mafia Romance . . . HEA) The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees! (Supreme Legacy Book 1), page 1
(Dark Mafia Romance)
The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees!
Supreme Legacy Series
Elite Power: Trent, (Dark Mafia Romance) The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees! Supreme Legacy By P.T. Macias
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Copyright © 2019 By P. T. Macias.
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I’m dedicating this book to my husband, children, grandchildren, and family. I’m thankful for your love, patience, and support.
I would like to thank Sara Miller for being there when I need her and for her amazing editing! She’s awesome!
Supreme Legacy Series
Experience the world of the ruthless masters, the Elite Supreme Power dictating society and the world.
Taste the excitement and the mysterious allure of falling in love.
Enjoy the opulence, the adventure, the power wars, the suspense, the corruption, the drama, lies, secrets, and the omnipresent danger cloaking their life.
The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees!
Elite Supreme Power
“The dance, endless and inevitable, directed by the puppeteer.” P.T. Macias
The utmost powerful, enigmatic puppet masters, those in the top echelons of the world, the Elite Supreme Power was created by the six most powerful families.
The Elite Power, their legacy, the world, are the Masters, dictating society, and serving their own agenda.
These families rise to power started in the 18th century when the Renaissance period began a renewed interest in social, artistic, political, and economic philosophies.
This Master family mutated into some of the most powerful corporations in the world. Their legacy, the accumulation of vast wealth funneled through their large corporations is the Master’s hegemonic power and forms the complicated framework of politics and business.
The Master's vast wealth empowered them to control the world’s political, military, and economic systems. The Masters are the oligarchy power that created the current world, as we know it.
The Elite Power Masters not only control the world in all aspects, but they also manage their own with an iron fist.
The Elites used the newest medical techniques before they are known to the world to perfect their legacy.
The Elite’s Elites elected to genetically design their babies. The Elite baby’s genetic makeup is perfect, specifically selected, and designed.
The new generation of the Elites are the first original designer babies, the Earls.
The Earls and Ladies’ genetic properties are flawless in all aspects. The embryo was genetically engineered in vitro for particular traits, such as IQ, power, strength, gender, hair color, eye color, and the removal of genetic diseases.
The Earls have been trained by the best, and their education has been methodical thorough, intense, and demanding in all areas, including etiquette, musical ability, to military combat training.
The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees!
Prince Trent Konig
I was born an Elite and forged by the king.
I’m ruthless and soulless, a bastard to fear.
I’m merciless, I’m fierce, and trained to kill.
I’m broken, I’m evil, not worthy of her love.
My Baby Girl has a halo; she’s truly an angel.
I always knew she’s my soul mate, and yet I force myself to wait.
This wild need compels me to claim her and drives me insane.
My heart aches, my soul rages, and I refuse to have her near.
I can’t crown her my queen; thus, the kingdom is not at peace.
The danger and intrigue shroud the Elite.
The wrath of war is in the air, and a woman’s scorn is always a power to fear.
Lady Yvette Kaiser
I pray he forgets his past deeds, his fears and believes in the greatness that he is.
No matter what he thinks, no matter where he goes, I keep my eye on him, waiting for his call.
I wait, I dream, I think of him.
I place my heart in his hands, knowing that he’s my man.
I only know that we belong, and our souls are fated to be one.
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“The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord.” Joel 2:31.
The night is bright and clear, the sunset illuminates the peak of the mountain making it appear to glow red, hence the appropriate attribute to its name, Mount Diablo.
The mountain is located in Contra Costa County in California, and it’s adjacent to Lord Neil’s ranch. The mountain is visible to most of San Francisco bay area.
The Blood Moon, a natural phenomenon, is taking place, a spectacular vision to behold.
I’m the fucking Elite King Maximus! What is the meaning of this?
His haunted gray eyes stare at the blood moon, contemplating the painful events, and he trembles enraged.
I should have rescheduled this meeting with Lord Neil, but this was our only chance to locate Zoe.
I had a feeling, I knew that tonight was the occurrence of a blood moon. My soul felt heavy, a foreboding echoing deep in my soul that tonight will be an apocalyptic day for the Konigs.
I never imagine that it would be a disastrous meeting, the death of my only son. Tonight, death surrounds us. However, I’ll be damn if this bastard lives another day!
The blood moon definitely signals this night to mark sacred, a significant date to the Konigs. A day that was destined to be tragic.
I shouldn’t be surprised, I knew that this moment would come. It was a matter of when the greed of the Lords would challenge the Elites.
I knew that the new technologies and internet capabilities would make it easy to communicate, to build stronger, faster, and more competitive markets in human trafficking slaves trading and drugs. Not to mention the other areas, the financial institutions, gold, utilities, ammunitions, oil, pharmaceutical drugs, and, more.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I should ha
I’m not ok with this bastard’s betrayal, his ambush, taking Zoe, and taking my son’s life.
Never again! I’ll be damn if this ever happens again.
I only pray that this is not the dawn of a new era for the Elites, a new era of bloodshed.
“Maximus you’re a fucking fool. It took you a while to catch me, to figure it out! Did you really think that I was going to give up my position as the lord of human trafficking? Did you think that I would simply hand over the money, and for you, the Elite to control this sweet deal? I’m reaping billions in the harvesting and sale of the sex slaves,” shouts Herbert Neil, the human trafficking lord.
I fear that this night is the end of the old system and the dawn of the new. I must learn where he has taken Zoe, my son’s wife. It’s imperative that I rescue her before she’s hurt. I don’t want my grandchildren to lose both parents at once. The longer that they have her, the less chance we have of recovering her. I pray that we get her back and that the bloodshed stops.
“Where do you have Zoe?”
“Don’t worry about lovely Zoe. She's well taken care of. In fact, I heard that she’s doing well with her Master,” smirks Neil.
Maximus, the Elite Power king, stands tall, fists his hands. His face is smooth, stoic, as he contemplates Lord Neil’s motives. A silver lock falls over his forehead, his gray eyes glow.
The King is strong and alert for a man of his age. His full lips turn up into a deadly smirk, shaking his head, egging him on. He fearlessly glares at Neil and roars.
“You bastard, you never did learn your place, did you, Neil? You’ll never be an Elite! I should have terminated your horrendous life after the first trespass! You’re going to regret this treachery!”
“Shut the fuck up! You fucking old bastard!”
Lord Neil face is flush, he spits as he talks, and sweat gathers on his forehead. He squints his dark beady eyes to focus, takes aim, and squeezes the trigger, shooting Maximus in his right shoulder.
Neil watches the King fall onto the ground. He smirks, his black beady eyes blink rapidly, trying to see through the smoke to confirm that he’s dead.
Maximus falls onto the ground on his knees, his grave cold gray eyes scowl. He then falls forward; his upper body falls to the side and rolls a few feet from his son and grandson’s bodies.
The King’s breathing is shallow; he angrily glares at the rogue lord sneering at him.
King Maximus’ angry red rim eyes anxiously roam over at his pride and joy, his dead son. He clenches his jaw, gasps, and then looks at his young grandson to see if he’s alive.
Trent must be alive, he’s my heir, and the future king of the Elites!
The deafening gunshots from the guards distract the Lord and muffle the sound of Maximus breathing. The heavy gun smoke cloaks the Elites on the ground.
Trent lays motionless, breathing slow, pretending to be dead. His dark hair falls over his forehead, his complexion is white. He squints to look at his dead father, staggering grief compresses in his chest.
Where’s my mom? He has my mom? He killed my dad. That bastard has to die!
King Maximus peers at his grandson, his heart skips a beat, hopeful that he’s ok.
I see Trent’s eyelids flutter, it appears that he’s alive.
“Now Trent! Shoot. You can do this,” whispers King Maximus, his eyes fixed on his grandson.
Trent slowly inhales deeply closing his light gray eyes. He moves his hand to the side, quickly grabs his Glock from the holster. He then flips onto his stomach and takes aim.
His forehead creases as he focuses on holding the Glock tight and steady in his hand. He sees the man take another step, pointing the Glock at the King. He watches the Lord for a few seconds, then clenches his jaw, making the decision to kill.
This is my legacy, this is who I am!
Trent squeezes the trigger, hitting the Lord in the eyes.
Lord Neil falls onto the ground like a log and rolls over onto his stomach.
Trent swiftly stands tall, squares his shoulders, and grinds his molars tight to quell the intense stomach churning and the need to vomit. He inhales deeply willing his heart to calm, closing his pained eyes for a few seconds to stop the tears.
I’m forged of steel, I’m merciless, soulless, and the next King.
“Great shot Trent. I’m so proud of you. Your rite of passage is now. You’re no longer a boy. You’re a man. You have avenged your parents.”
Trent turns, his gray eyes are dark and haunted as he looks at his grandfather in the eyes searching for the truth, the merit of taking a life.
“Maximus, why? Why did he kill my dad? Where’s my mom? We need to find her!”
“Trent, you’re a man, and you will be King. The world has good and evil. Lord Neil’s evil soul and greed compelled him to overthrow the Elite Power, to kill your dad.
I will do everything in my power to locate your mom.
You need to accept who you are to the Elite Power, the Lords, and to the world.
The Lords will continue to test and challenge our reign.
This is the toughest learning experience in your life, but it is also the one that will keep you alive.
The Lords are the next level down in the Elite organization, and they have Bosses that monitor the others further down in the organization.
These men are ruthless, lethal, and soulless. They’re greedy and will seek any means to overthrow the Elite.
It’s like having a scorpion on your back and knowing that the scorpion will sting you because it is their nature.
You must keep the Lords off your back and keep tight control.
You have learned that we deal with evil and greed; we also have unsavory transactions, such as human trafficking, plus others.
That’s where our monitoring and accountability aids to keep these monsters restrained if not eliminated.
That’s why we have Lords that oversee the Bosses, and so on.
This controls the number of transactions, limits the number of men that can plague humanity.
It is impossible to change a man's greed, especially if they’re soulless.
Trent this is the beginning, you need to seize your position as the next King and your power in our world. You will reign supreme!”
Trent’s stands straighter, squaring his shoulders, raising his chin higher, prouder, and the glint in his gray eyes fade, turning cold and dark.
Maximus nods, stoic, and proud.
I’m so proud of my grandson. Such a young age for his first killing, only fourteen. I wanted to wait until he was older, but this is a great lesson for him. This will forge him into a ruthless and merciless king!
The Elite is supreme, my grandson will be King. I’m going to ensure that we train the next generation to be ruthless, merciless, strong, and ready to oversee the Lords. The Earls, our sons, will be the next Dukes!
Eight Years Later
“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Mark Twain
The night is dark, menacing, and the moon plays peek-a-boo behind the clouds.
The fog is dense; therefore, the visibility is nil. The fog conceals the eastern shoreline in a foamy, foggy cover.
This is a common weather phenomenon in the San Francisco Bay Area, but it also occurs along the entire coastline of California.
The Konigs’ warehouse is located on a side street off the Embarcadero Blvd in San Francisco. The warehouse looks abandoned, dark, and old.
The fleet of black SUVs turns into the dark alley, with low beams on, traveling slowly due to the fog.
The SUVs have bulletproof, black tinted glass, appear menacing, like huge black tanks. The SUV’s come to a stop.
The freezing wind blows through the alley, scattering the leaves and trash along with the building.
The Elite, the Konig brothers and their fifty bodyguards are all dressed i
The Konigs’ bodyguards, swiftly and soundlessly surround the interior and exterior of the warehouse.
Trent walks calmly towards the door, his face etched, clenching his hands. His brooding brothers follow behind him, in a single line.
They walk inside the warehouse, around the stacked metal cargo boxes full of merchandise, ready to be exported to various third world countries.
Trent looks straight ahead at the group gathered around the hanging man.
Trent’s crew is interrogating Lord Neil’s son. He immediately focuses on the man hanging from the roof, grinding his molars.
A steel chain is wrapped around the stocky built man’s wrists, holding him up.
The body appears unconscious, limp, and battered. The man blacked out from the excruciating pain. His face is disfigured, with a broken nose and fractured eye sockets, black and blue bruises cover his body, and dry blood covers his once-white shirt.
The bodyguards are all ex-military, Special Forces soldiers that work for the Konigs. These bodyguards have extremely specialized skills that provide excellent security and their own private army.
These men decided to work in the private sector after completing their military career to feel useful. Lots of times, they feel lost and useless. Private employment oftentimes allows them to earn a substantial amount of money.
“Sir, the beast didn’t divulge any intel,” says the captain of the bodyguards, ex-military commander.
The guards move quickly and pull off his expensive brown suit and leather shoes.