Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss Chapter 91 91: Legacy

Jas stood still, it was a strange situation.

Just minutes ago, they were having an emotional talk, and now Bella had completely changed after he ntioned that she needed to choose between work and love.

If it weren't for the pill, I would've already gone ntal.

"I said give a kiss!" She said again, leaning into Jas's face, and he couldn't do anything else at the mont.

So, he gave her a kiss, but it wasn't enough for Bella. She grabbed Jas's head and well…went crazy.

The sound of their kissing echoed in the living room until Jas's mother showed up.

"Am I bothering…?" She asked, as she was embarrassed to see her son being devoured by Bella.

Bella, too, got embarrassed and pulled back from Jas.

"No! I'm going to sleep!" She said, like a robot, and ran past Erika up the stairs, like nothing happened.

Jas just stood there, looking lost, until he realized this was Bella's way of responding to him and her way of handling the deep conversation they had just had.

Erika took a second but walked over to him and opened his hand, placing all the pills Jas needed to take.

"Take it before you collapse." She then placed a glass of water in his hand.

He didn't answer, just took the pills and swallowed them, then sat back down on the couch and stared at his mother, who was doing sothing he kind of knew by now.

As she sat down, she also took so pills.

"What was that?" He asked.

Erika smiled, shook her head. "Just so pills to stop myself from crying myself to sleep… and maybe I took so of your sedatives… they gave you too much."

"Just be careful with them, Mom."

She smiled. "I will, don't worry." She took a small mont to look at Jas, checking out his skin, the bags under his eyes. "How was the eting with that guy?"

"It was crazy, to say the least. He's passionate about what he said, but it's too much to handle, even though I want to work with him."

"What was it about?" She asked, her voice a little hesitant.

"Giving hope to people who live desperate lives."

Her mother was kind of shocked by what Jas said, because she never imagined he would want to do such a thing.

It was her problem, because in her mind, Jas was a criminal who did things for money, not soone who wanted to help people.

She realized she knew little about who her son really was.

"Would you really help them?" She asked him as she looked into his eyes, trying to spot any signs of lies.

"Yeah, I would. Because people are the reason I am who I am today. They put on the map, even though I never wanted it, so why not give back?" He smiled. "I pay my workers well because, without , they wouldn't even be able to eat. And if it weren't for them, we wouldn't be sitting in this mansion."

"And what's in it for you? If you help them, you would get more profit too, am I right?"

"Yeah, you're right, but it also ans more people would work for , and with that, more danger would co too and I can't let that happen."

Her mother stayed silent as she thought about it.

"You're wrong with all your thoughts, and I know exactly why."

"What?" Jas asked, confused.

"You think about it like a criminal. How would you manage that many people, right?" She smiled.

"Yeah, I an, if I do that, it'll just cause more trouble."

"That's the problem, son. Why not just create legitimate companies? With those companies, you can legally have people working for you."

Jas's eyes widened as his mother said sothing he never expected to hear.

She was helping him.

"It would be the best idea. Let's say you start a legitimate company making tires. You hire 1,000 people, 300 of them will work on the tires, while the other 700 will do whatever they need to.. I don't know how you do it, the offshore accounts and things like that, but you already have companies like this."

Jas's mouth hung open. He couldn't say anything. It was actually a brilliant idea, but he had never even considered it for a second.

Legitimate companies would help him easily hire thousands of people, and the money they made could be easily written off with the number of bribed officials he had.

"But that would take years to set up." He said, scratching his chin as he thought about it more and more.

"You said you have a forestry, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I have a forestry business, a marketing agency, and a real estate company."

"Then it's perfect. Think about it, you can use the forestry business to hire people. Let's say you buy the land near the villages, and with the real estate company, you can build houses or whatever you want, all fully legal. You already have the resources, son, you just thought about it the wrong way."

How the fuck did I not think of all this? I was thinking about myself like a warlord or so shit…

"You seem passionate about it, Mom. I never thought you would help do sothing like this."

Erika suddenly looked down at the floor, avoiding Jas's eyes.

"If you can help people who are in the sa position we were in, then I fully support you. I don't care if it's drug production or anything else, I will stay with you." She said, looking back up at Jas. "And Rafael needs a legacy."

"Legacy?" Jas asked, searching for an answer in his mother's face, but she just smiled.

"Yeah. Wouldn't it sound good if a big company was nad after him? I think he would be proud of that, his na helping people out."

In that mont, Jas's thoughts swirled back to his conversation with Bella and what she hadn't told him.

Would Rafael really be proud of it? A company fueled by illegal money, profited from blood.

Would he truly be proud of it all, or was it just an act?

"You don't believe it, do you?" Erika asked as she shook her head. "But don't question it, because he would be proud. He loved you, Jas, even if it didn't look that way. And I want you to never question that. No matter how it started, no matter how bloody the road was, you built sothing, Jas. And you still have the chance to turn it into sothing greater. Sothing that helps people rather than using them.

Jas chuckled. "You sound like you want to be a saint, Mom."

"No, sweetheart. You'll never be a saint. But that doesn't an you can't be more than just a monster."

Her words settled deep within him, stirring sothing he hadn't felt in a long ti.

Maybe she was right. Maybe it was ti to build sothing real.

Sothing that lasted.

Sothing Rafael could be proud of.