2026-02-15 07:40:01Chris kneeled in front of the Godfather, praying earnestly that he hadn’t crossed the most powerful man in the city.
“Look at me, son.” the don’s powerful voice called out to Chris.
Chris gently looked up. Immediately, his eyes glowed red as well as the Godfather’s.
“Your eyes… they’re red like mine.” Chris said with a puzzled look on his face.
Don chuckled, “Of course, my son. You are my grandson.”
Chris violently shook his head, “No… no way. I’m an orphan.”
“Not anymore.” The Don said in a low commanding tone.
As he spoke, he sat on his chair like a king.
Chris was confused.
All his life, he was called a nobody. A person without relations or family.
He even got used to being alone all his life till he met Charlotte.
How could he be the Godfather’s grandson?
It just doesn’t make sense.
“Wait…. But…” he said as he tried to approach the Godfather.
Instantly, the bodyguards stopped him from going further.
The Don raised his hand authoritatively, “Let him go.”
The men let him go and bowed to the Don.
“Chris, I know you have questions but now is not the time.” the Don said calmly.
“Why not?” Chris demanded.
Don Mikaelson sighed, “I’m getting old and I’m going to need an heir. And as my grandson, I can think of no better person than you to inherit my throne.”
He cleared his throat and continued, “So Chris Greene, would you like to take your place as my underboss and succeed me as the next Godfather?”
Chris stared at him, stunned. He? The next Godfather? How could destiny turn so sharply?
“You think I have what it takes? I’m just a nobody.” Chris said in a beat.
The Don chuckled. Then said, “Not yet. If you want to inherit the throne, you must first survive ten trials. Only then will you be fit to lead the Mikaelson syndicate.”
Don looked at him intently, “Or you could take a one time offer of $1 billion.”
Chris’s eyes widened.
“Walk away. Live your life in bliss. But you can never be part of this life again.” The Don finally said.
He clapped his hands and immediately, Lynda brought in the ring and the debit card.
He was to choose one of them.
Chris was in a dilemma
“A billion dollars or ten trials to become the head of the Mikaelson syndicate.” Chris said to himself.
“Have you come to a decision, my boy?” the Don asked in a low commanding tone.
“Yes, sir.” Chris said as he shook his head.
He picked up the debit card and smirked, “A billion dollars? It’s pretty decent compensation for abandoning me as a child.”
Don tightened his wrists. “Is he really picking the card?” he said to himself.
“But I want more.” Chris continued.
He picked up the ring, “I want to be your underboss or more precisely, the new Godfather.”
The Don laughed, “My boy. Your ambition is even greater than I imagined. I like it.”
Chris put the ring on his finger and smiled.
“That is called the eye of power. It’s the only one of its kind. Wear it, and you’ll be treated as a VIP at every Mikaelson syndicate establishment.” Lynda explained.
Chris nodded his head.
He was ready to do whatever it would take him.
He faced the Godfather, “So what’s next?”
The Don laughed again. Chris was being passionate and he loved it.
“If you want to be initiated, you must first face the ten trials. They’ll be dangerous and I won’t be there to help you but with each one you pass, you’ll gain money, power, women and anything your heart desires.” Don said passionately.
“So, what’s first?” Chris asked, standing strong.
“Lynda will fill you in.” Don said as he majestically stood up.
“But first, I need you to come to me. I want to show you something.” He said as he gestured with his hand to Chris.
Chris stepped closer carefully.
As soon as he got closer to the Godfather, he grabbed him by his shoulder and said, “Look into my eyes.”
Chris looked and immediately their eyes locked, it glowed red again but this time, the Don passed down his supernatural power to Chris
Chris groaned loudly, “Ha! What did you do to me?”
“Our eyes are the eyes of the Rom and I have awakened them in you with my blessing. Use them well.” He said with a powerful tone as he laughed softly.
The Godfather walked out as his bodyguards followed him.
Lynda called out to Chris, “Shall we begin?”
Chris smiled at her, “Yes, please.
They left the mansion together in a Mercedes Benz.
As Lynda drove, she explained his first task to him.
“Your first task is very simple, Mr. Greene.” She began.
“The Fin family is hosting a charity auction at our auction house. And the Godfather wants you there as our VIP.”
Aileen, Lynda’s assistant, was also with them. “Just show up with your signet ring and they should let you through.”
Chris looked at the ring again, “Okay… okay… but what’s the actual test?” he asked.
“The Godfather wants you to win auction item 15 but the money, that part’s on you.” Lynda said with a smile.
“What!?” Chris exclaimed. “Come on. I’m dead broke.”
“Exactly. That’s the whole point.” Lynda said as she gave him an assuring smile.
Panic rose inside Chris.
Where would the money for the auction item come from?
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