Don Frago's voice crackled with disbelief as he spoke, "I thought you were dead?""No, I am not," Romeo replied coolly. "I thought you were dead.""What do you want, Romeo? This is not the time for this, I have a lot on my mind." Don Frago snapped, as his patience wore thin."Where are you, Don Frago?" Romeo inquired with a firm tone."I...I am in my house. Where are you?""I heard about your story, and trust me, the law is coming for you," Romeo stated bluntly, hereby ignoring Don Frago's question."What are you talking about?" Don Frago's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and defiance."Just turn yourself in peacefully, and I promise you, your punishment would be minimal," Romeo urged, as his voice carried the weight of authority and dominance.Don Frago's shock was palpable, his disbelief was evident in the stunned silence that followed Romeo's words. The audacity of the man he had dismissed as a street dog, a pauper, daring to speak to him, a mafia Don, with such authority an

The heads of Don Frago and Senator Heinclauss, along with their loyal men, were forcibly covered by rough, black hoods, shrouding their faces in darkness as they were escorted by General Stormbreaker's soldiers. The air was thick with the stench of dampness and decay as they descended into the grim underground, the dim light casted eerie shadows against the cold, stone walls. The sounds of dripping water echoed in the oppressive silence, punctuated only by the occasional groan of metal as unseen mechanisms creaked and shifted in the darkness.As they moved deeper into the underground labyrinth, the temperature dropped, sending a chill down their spines that had nothing to do with the physical coldness. The walls seemed to close in around them, suffocating them with a sense of impending doom as they walked past the winding corridors, their footsteps were muffled by the damp earth beneath their feet.The flickering torches lining the passageways provided little comfort, their feeble

As Mrs. Davidson struggled to compose herself, her voice faltered as she greeted General Stormbreaker, "Goo…Good day my…my prince…wha…wha…what do…do I owe this visit? You didn't…""Save your breath, Mrs. Davidson." General Stormbreaker's voice boomed, heavy with authority and intimidation, cutting through her stuttering attempts at conversation.The weight of his words made Mrs. Davidson's heart sink further, her chest tightened with fear at the sheer power exuded by the imposing figure before her."Yes, my prince," she replied submissively, her tone was barely above a whisper as she dared not provoke his wrath further."It has come to my notice that you have a great thirst for power and wealth," General Stormbreaker continued, as his gaze pierced through her like a sharpened blade."With all due respect, yes, my prince," Mrs. Davidson stammered, her words trembled with a mixture of fear and deference. "Who wouldn't. I am a very ambitious lady, however, I am very respectful and I abid

As Romeo Stewart was walking down the street, he glanced down at his rumpled shirt and trousers with a slight grimace. He had forgotten to iron them, but being the nonchalant person he was, he shrugged it off and continued on his way to satisfy his craving for a burger at a nearby and prestigious restaurant.Arriving at the prestigious burger shop, he pushed open the door and entered, he was welcomed with the enticing aroma of sizzling patties and toasted buns which enveloped him. As he approached the counter, he could feel the disapproving stares of the other customers, and their judgmental glances made him self-conscious.Amidst the ambient chatter and clinking of cutlery, a group of well-dressed and we'll to do patrons sat at a corner table, and their refined tastes were evident in their choice of cuisine.While Romeo walked in, a few patrons were not so pleased with his appearance.The first customer, a woman with impeccable poise, glanced up from her plate to cast a disdainful

As Romeo slowly regained consciousness, his head throbbed with a dull ache, and his vision swam with blurry images. With a groan, he shook off the dizziness that overwhelmed him, struggling to make sense of his surroundings.It has been been two days since his kidnap, but who would have been responsible for kidnapping Romeo at this point in time?However, as clarity slowly returned, Romeo found himself seated in a comfortable chair, surrounded by bright lights and the faint hum of machinery. Confusion creased his brow as he realized he was being attended to by a team of stylists, who were meticulously applying makeup and adjusting his attire.He blinked in astonishment as he took in his reflection in the mirror, his rough features had been softened by the skilled hands of the makeup artists. His attire, that had been simple and worn, had been replaced with an elegant ensemble that exuded sophistication and style.It took Romeo a moment to grasp his surroundings fully, his as his mi