Transmigrated as the Youngest son of the Mafia's don.

CHAPTER 5;A DEAL WITH FIVE FAMILIES

Steven’s POV

The moment I stepped into the meeting room, I felt the tension hanging in the air.

Five powerful mafia families were represented in that room, and every pair of eyes seemed determined to size me up. Their leaders sat around a long table, surrounded by trusted advisers and bodyguards. The atmosphere was intimidating, to say the least.

If I hadn't been confident in what I was bringing to the table, I might have lost my nerve.

But I hadn't come unprepared.

I had spent hours developing a proposal tailored to each family, taking their individual interests and business needs into consideration. Now, all I had to do was convince them that my ideas were worth investing in.

I began with the Volkov family, presenting their customised prototype and explaining how the exclusive design would strengthen their position in the weapons market.

Their leader, Julian, listened carefully, occasionally exchanging glances with his advisers. When I finished, he picked up the proposal and examined it before looking back at me.

Next came Evans of the De Luca family. He was particularly interested in the production arrangements and how the partnership could benefit their international operations.

One after another, I presented my proposals.

The only person missing was Leonardo Moretti, Rosa's father.His absence didn't surprise me. From what I had gathered, he looked down on Brian and couldn't imagine that the youngest son of the Carlos family was capable of coming up with anything worthwhile.

He probably assumed the entire proposal was a joke.

Well, he was about to miss an opportunity he might later regret.When I finished presenting, Julian rose from his seat and extended his hand.

"We've reviewed your proposal, and we're impressed," he said. "The Volkov family is willing to proceed. Have the first batch of prototypes ready by the end of the week. As for payment, name your price."

I shook his hand.

"Thank you. I look forward to working with your family."

Evans was next to stand.

"The De Luca family agrees as well," he announced. "We'll provide whatever materials and resources you require to get production started."

His words were followed by nods from the other representatives.

One by one, the agreements were signed.

The remaining families approved their respective proposals, and before long, all five had committed to the partnership. The Dragonov representatives also confirmed that their delivery arrangements would begin immediately.

I watched as the signed documents were gathered.

Five families.Five agreements.

A single meeting had accomplished what most people would have considered impossible.Of course, I knew signing the contracts was only the beginning. I still had to deliver on my promises, and I intended to make sure every family received what they had agreed to but for now, I had secured something far more valuable than money.

Influence.

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By the time I returned to the mansion, evening had settled in.Just as I expected, my brothers were sitting with our father in the living room. Their conversation stopped the moment I walked in.

I noticed their expressions immediately.

Marcus looked as though he had seen a ghost. Anthony's eyes widened, and even my father seemed momentarily taken aback.

I almost smiled.They had clearly expected a very different outcome.

"You're back," my father said, studying me. "What happened?"

I walked towards him, ignoring the suspicious looks from my brothers.

"The situation has been handled," I replied calmly. "The shipment issue has been resolved, and I've secured an agreement with the five major mafia families."

Silence.My brothers exchanged glances.

"An agreement?" Marcus repeated, unable to hide his disbelief.

I nodded. "All five families signed. Production is expected to begin immediately."

Nobody said anything.I could practically hear the questions running through their minds.

How had I survived? How had I managed to turn a failed shipment into a business opportunity? And, most importantly, why was I standing in front of them when they had probably expected me never to return?

I met Marcus's gaze briefly before turning back to Father.

"I'll provide the details once everything is properly organised."

I wasn't foolish enough to reveal everything in front of my brothers. Whatever they had planned at the warehouse, I had no intention of giving them another opportunity to interfere.

Besides, the agreement with the five families needed to remain discreet until the first deliveries were completed.For now, I wanted them to believe I had simply managed to resolve the situation.

My father leaned back, his expression unreadable,"Tell me everything that happened."

I nodded, already preparing my explanation.

One thing was certain,they had sent me out expecting a disaster. Instead, I had returned with five powerful families willing to do business with me and I had no intention of letting anyone take that achievement away.

After the meeting with the five families, I returned to my usual routine.

I couldn't afford to let my brothers suspect that I was making moves behind their backs. So I continued frequenting bars, clubs, and other places Brian was known to visit. I laughed with people, drank occasionally, and maintained the image of the irresponsible youngest son they had grown accustomed to but I wasn't wasting my time.

Everywhere I went, I observed, listened, and gathered information. I needed connections, resources, and people I could trust. If I wanted to build something of my own, I couldn't rely on the Carlos family.

One evening, I visited an underground auction house.

The moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere made my stomach turn. Several women were locked inside metal cages, displayed before wealthy men who examined them as though they were nothing more than merchandise.

I had seen enough ugly things in this world to know that money could make people forget their humanity. Still, the sight unsettled me.

Then a cage opened.

A young woman stepped out.

Her long, dark-black hair fell across her face, partially hiding a pair of striking blue eyes. Despite her dishevelled appearance, there was something fierce about her expression. She held her head high, refusing to let the men surrounding her see how frightened she might have been.

The auctioneer stepped forward.

"An undercover SIA agent," he announced. "She was caught during an operation and has since learned to be obedient. She can serve as a personal bodyguard or fulfil whatever other desires her owner might have."

A few men laughed,Others began placing their bids.

Their interest had little to do with her training or abilities. They were simply captivated by her appearance and the thought of possessing a woman who clearly didn't want to be there.

I watched her carefully.

An SIA agent,that caught my attention.

While the other men saw an opportunity to satisfy their desires, I saw something else. A trained operative with intelligence, discipline, and combat experience. Someone who could potentially become a valuable asset if given the right opportunity.

I raised my bidding card.The auctioneer called out my offer.

Another man countered,I raised mine again.After several rounds, the competition finally stopped.

"Sold!"

The auctioneer announced the final price, and the woman was brought towards me.She looked at me with those piercing blue eyes, her expression unreadable.

I knew she didn't trust me. I couldn't blame her but I hadn't bought her for the reasons those men had in mind.I needed someone capable of protecting me, and she might be exactly the person I was looking for.

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A few weeks later, the first batch of weapons was finally ready.

I stood in the workshop, examining the finished prototypes with satisfaction. The designs had turned out even better than I expected, and the customised markings made each family's order distinct.

Everything was prepared according to the agreements.

Once the final inspection was completed, I arranged for the deliveries to be made.The payments began arriving shortly afterwards.I stared at the figures on my phone, unable to stop the smile forming on my face.

This was only the beginning.With the money from the five families, I could finally purchase my own mansion, establish an independent business, and begin building an organisation that belonged to me.

I was no longer interested in begging for a place in the Carlos family.I would create my own then an alert appeared on my phone.

I opened it.

The headline immediately caught my attention.

A New Alliance Formed Between Brian Carlos and the Five Most Powerful Mafia Families.

I read it twice.The announcement had made one thing clear: this partnership wasn't being recognised as an alliance with the Carlos family. It was an agreement between Brian Carlos and the five families.

Exactly what I wanted.For the first time, my name was being recognised for something other than trouble.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed back to the mansion.

Unfortunately, my good mood didn't last long.

The moment I stepped through the entrance, one of the household guards struck me across the face.Before I could react, two men grabbed my arms and dragged me into the living room.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, struggling against their grip.

My brothers were waiting.Marcus stood beside Anthony, both wearing expressions that suggested they had been waiting for this moment.

"Father, we need to put an end to this!" Marcus declared. "He's deliberately trying to destroy the family by forming an alliance with our rivals."

"That's right," Anthony added. "We saw him with the other mafia families. He's been doing business behind our backs."

I slowly lifted my head.So they had finally discovered what I was doing.

My gaze shifted towards Father, who sat in his usual chair. His expression was cold, but before I could speak, I noticed someone standing beside him.

Victoria,My stepmother was also present.A smug smile played on her lips as she watched me being held down but she wasn't alone.

A little girl stood beside her.I stared at the child, and something about her face seemed strangely familiar.

Where had I seen her before?

My eyes narrowed.Just then, the front door swung open.A woman walked into the living room, and my eyes immediately settled on her.

It was Vivian,Marcus's wife and, once upon a time, my fiancée.

The pieces finally fell into place.Vivian and I had been expected to marry, but I had never held any real position in the family. I was the troublesome youngest son, the one nobody took seriously. When it became clear that I had no future as the family's heir, she had chosen Marcus instead.

Now I understood why the little girl beside Victoria looked so familiar.

She was Vivian's daughter,my niece.I studied the child for a moment before shifting my attention to Vivian. She had barely glanced in my direction, but I knew she had noticed me.

Would she say something?

I almost laughed at the thought.

Vivian wasn't going to stand up for me. Not after everything that had happened between us. And even if she still felt a little sympathy, she certainly wouldn't show it in front of the family.

She had made her choice a long time ago.Now, standing beside Marcus as his wife, she had every reason to pretend I meant nothing to her.I looked away, refusing to let any of them see that her presence had affected me.

I had bigger problems to deal with.