AT THE FAMILY."Chevrolet! Nice ride—who do you seek?" A drug junkie, vaping and snorting as he did, stopped Andallio and his men from entering Cortez’s hotel."Here to you, Cortez," Lamar said, sticking his head out of the window to talk to the drug junkie. "What have you got?" the drug jukie asked. He ordered them to move their car aside so the truck could go in. The truck was filled with stark naked ladies flaunting their titti** and a DJ playing loud music."I think you made a good catch, Lamar; make sure this works out; if it doesn't, we have one more shot at it," Andallio replied, referring to Fredrick, whose eyes were stern and hoping Lamar’s plan would fail."Yeah, back to you. Does Cortez know you’re coming?" The junkie asked, flaunting his ice-encrusted diamond teeth. It didn’t look good because of his appearance. He had pink-colored hair, his whole body and face were covered in tattoos, and his dress was ripped. "Is this the guy we’re going to trust? He’s a druggie and

FREDRICK AND LAMAR. The sun was going down and the sky was cloudless when Andallio’s car returned to the glass house. Fredrick waited outside, strolling without a direction, until Andallio went inside with his guards."Are you going to ignore what I asked you?" Fredrick trolled as Lamar passed by. He wasn't helped by any of the guards that were with them, and it slowed his movement down. "No! That’s my answer; I won’t join you." Lamar bruised with his words."Really? Even after what he did to you? How many days do you have left to live?" Fredrick asked menacely. He helped Lamar, placing his hands on his neck and walking inside the glass house."Thank you, buy I didn’t ask; Andallio can do whatever he wants with me; I don’t mind," Lamar jacked him off."Do you think I am stuck here? You think I love the way things are run here; I hope you’re not thinking I am cool with not helping to restore the Silverrio’s empire." Fredrick inquired swiftly.Lamar heaved a great sigh, streaking

GIRLs AT THE TABLE. Madrigal dropped Esmeralda off in front of Hailey’s apartment, just as she had commanded him. She went inside to get the car’s control from Hailey but waited after seeing Madrigal's car still parked outside their gate. " You’re really getting on my nerves, Madrigal. Follow me, or just monitor me? still acting like the victim?" She cussed driving out after he disappeared.Esmeralda also picked up the dress she would be wearing to the party tonight. Her phone beeped while she was driving, and she took the call when she saw who it was. " Vanessa, I am driving. Can I call you back?" She asked Camly." Are you going to the party, I mean, Brandon’s party—haha?" She forced a laugh and heaved a great sigh. " Why am I even asking? You’re his legal wife now, and I am just some piece of sh*t," she conferred sadly." No, if you want to come along, so we’ll talk, I can pick you up; just send your location to me," Esmeralda replied instantly, waiting for her loca

ESMERALD."It almost feels so unreal," she whizzed as Brandon gave them their own proof of the feigned treaty they signed. She bewailed his newly found strength and the overconfidence he had in everything. Not even Vanessa’s presence kept him away. He acted like she wasn’t even thereafter they returned to the table. "He's back like she didn’t even threaten not to ever show up; I guess he felt she was joking!" she marveled. Esmeralda excused herself after the party, uninterested in the food. Her head was heavy, and her mind was clouded. She craved alcohol and wanted to drink without anyone stressing her out, like the guard at the gallery. "I can’t even smoke," she brawled, wavering into the mansion. "Get me something strong!" she ordered the maids passing by. " Ma’am my shift is over and—" the maid complained, and Esmeralda stood up against her. Scared to death, the maid franked out yelling. "Relax, I am not hurting you," she said, joining her palms in a harmless plea."Yeah

AT DON SILVERRIO’S APARTMENT. The sky was clear and almost sunset when Brandon and Madrigal stepped out of the mansion; they got to Don Silverrio’s very early. " My father is sleeping; go back!" Fidellin scored rudely as he ordered his men to kick them out. "Did you make her run away!" he flared asking Brandon. He had just gotten off the call from Esmeralda about Vanessa." What do you mean? I don’t understand it," Brandon asked him, humbly resting on the door. "Hey—who’s at the door? Why is there so much noise?" Don Silverrio yelled from the window in his office. " Hey partner—you wouldn’t let me in; should I go back?" Brandon asked, yelling in response. " How dare you threaten an old man in his house? You’re despicable, Brandon!" Fidelin arched bracingly. "No! Come up, please," Don Silverrio commanded. Fidelin was forced to open the door for the both of them. "Find your way!" He walked out on them violently. "Funny—is Vanessa really not the boss? How will you spea