Alfred hesitated, with worry written all over his face. He entered the living room and let out another sigh. He had been expecting a call from the men he sent to Italy but all to no avail. Something had happened and he could feel it. If James really needed Grey, why then hasn’t he sent back his men? Or could James have been dead? That was the only explanation available. If James was dead, the mafia bosses would have taken over and anyone who asked about the dead Mafia boss would be seen as though he or she was working for him. They could kidnap or kill them as a result of it. He didn’t want to inform Grey about it just yet until he was sure of everything. So, he might need to send more men. He needed to ascertain the situation before he informed Grey. The door opened suddenly and one of Alfred’s men walked inside. He bowed slightly. “Here I am, sir.” Alfred looked up at him. “Get some men, you need to do something for me in Italy.” The man nodded briefly. “I will do that,” he resp

One of Giovanni’s men walked inside and bowed slightly. “They are all here, though, not all. Three of them refused to come,” he announced. Giovanni raised his head, a silly smile on his face. “Those men must be the ones that are already thinking of fully serving Grey. They don’t know that the tide has turned and they would eventually work for me,” he stood, with happiness surging through him. “Everything will change today. I will return everything to the way it was before Grey showed up,” he looked at the man. “Let’s go.” He ordered. The man nodded and led him out of the living room into the special meeting room where there were a lot of men already waiting for Giovanni. Giovanni regarded them for a moment before he moved to sit at his usual place. “What is this meeting for exactly?” Someone asked. One of the men grunted at him. “You don’t have permission to call us out here for anything.” “Does that mean you haven’t heard the news?” Giovanni questioned suddenly and looked at the

Seth and Smith met each other at the office. They were very excited that things were going fine. With Grey gone, things would go even better. “Yesterday night was fun. The girls were amazing!” Smith laughed. Seth joined in. “ I told you. I told you it was going to be a lot of fun! Come, hurry up! We need to get the order and all our dreams will come through,” he jubilated. Smith smiled. “I can’t wait. We have to hurry up. Maria might have a lot of appointments today. Though it doesn’t matter how long it takes, our order will be waiting for us whenever we are given the chance to come forward,” he explained. “But I think we should do this now. I can’t wait to get my hands on it,” they both walked into the car. Smith took the driver’s side and soon, they were on the way to Protos Pubblicita. Smith was so happy and would have mocked David and the rest if they were in Jacksonville at that moment. They had all refused to help him, yet Grey eventually died. Though, he couldn’t stop think

Grey stood far away and looked over at the people dressed in black as they performed the burial rite. Clad in black trousers and a black hoodie to cover his face, he was sure that no one would recognize him as Grey. There were many people there, as Alfred gave Grey the idea of having the fake Grey’s burial be at the same time as Jimmy's. And it was a bit disappointing that the members of the billionaire club were not in attendance. What if he was dead for real? Was that how they were going to turn against him immediately? Though right, they weren’t supposed to show up because he died as Grey but they could find a way to turn up. They would find a way if it was something else but not for Grey. Well, he didn’t expect them to be faithful. They weren’t his family after all. The people started to leave one after the other but Grey stayed and continued to look at the procession. Everyone left except for Jimmy’s wife. She clutched hard at her baby as she stared at his grave. And Grey k

“Boss,” a soft voice reached to his ears.Grey looked up slowly. He slept off just a few minutes after the plan had moved. Though, it was part of the plan. He wanted to look wasted.“Have we arrived?”“Yes boss, we have,” Dominic responded. “It’s kind of late. It’s thirty minutes after eight already but this is the time for nightclubs to get even more interesting.”Grey sat up. “Tell me more about this nightclub.”“It’s frequently visited by the mafia bosses in town. In fact, it’s the most popular one in the city. This particular nightclub even has a casino. And just as Protos Pubblicita is popular in Jacksonville, Ex Maximo is here,” he responded.Grey nodded once and got up. “Two men are coming with me. The other should stay back. You can stay around but I advise you to go to Charles's house. I won't be needing your service today.”The men bowed.He stepped out of the plane with Dominic and another man. Dominic decided to go with him because he knew that Charles would kill him if an