“What is happening? Why are you not talking?” One of the reporters inquired.Vincenzo frowned. He was short of words. He didn't even know what he was supposed to say. He had no plan for it anyway.Two of his men moved closer suddenly.“Please, move backward!” One of the men voiced out and started to pull the reporters away.Everyone was watching them now.Eventually, the men succeeded in getting closer to Vincenzo despite the obstacle. And with them by his side, they guard him out of the hall.“What the fuck happened?” Vincenzo yelled. He was so angry.His phone rang almost immediately. It was his father.He hesitated briefly before he picked it up. “Hello, dad.”“Meet me at my house immediately,” Fernandez muttered and hung upVincenzo squeezed his fist so tight and punched the back seat. He released a rough sigh and turned to one of his men. “Follow my father's car and drive over his place.”The men bowed in response.They waited briefly for Fernandez's cars to pull out before the
Brad felt someone tap him gently and he opened his eyes.He stared up at Nick.“We have arrived, boss,” he informed him.Brad got up and walked out of the plane.Several cars were waiting already.Nick moved ahead of him to open the door for him.Brad got inside and the car soon pulled off into the street.He switched his phone on. His phone started ringing almost immediately. It was Ava.He picked it up. “Yes, Ava.”“Good evening boss. I just feel you should have arrived.”“I have.”“Alright boss. You have someone waiting for you. I will direct Rick to where he should come.”Brad hesitated briefly. He wondered who that was but he didn't ask any questions.“Alright then.”The phone went off. Rick's phone beeped instead.Brad relaxed back and closed his eyes.He could still see Fernandez's face in his mind like he just met him a few minutes ago.He hasn't really started with either of them. He would when he went back after his father's burial.And then, they would know he is really bac
Ned's eyes went wide with shock. “Really? I can't believe this.”“It's all over the news, sir. In fact, it's one of the popular news now. Everyone is currently talking about it,” he explained and placed one of the magazines on the table in front of Ned.Ned took it and flipped through the pages. He stopped at where Fernandez and Vincenzo's picture was.“It's true!” Ned couldn't believe it. “Just what the fuck! “What would have happened to me if I hadn't fulfilled my end of the bargain?”“Who would have believed he was the son of the popular and powerful mafia lord?”“Well, I always knew he commanded authority. But at this stage, we have to let him know that we are still with him. We will need him more this time. So, send a message to him. I would like to meet with him tonight.”“Alright,” the man responded, bowed slightly, and walked out of the office.Ned regarded the magazine for another moment and he smiled. He was so glad that Vincenzo was closer to him. He could use him any time.
Ava walked inside the room. She hesitated briefly at the door.Brad has been inside the room for more than two hours now. The room was dedicated to Andrei, and some of his pictures were placed at an invisible altar.Brad sat in front of the altar, looking right at the pictures.“Brad,” Ava called softly. “I know what you are doing but I still think you need to sleep.”“I haven't seen my father for so long. He looks so much older.”Ava looked at one of Andrei's pictures. “But he's definitely a handsome man. The last time I spoke to him, he was so concerned about you. He couldn't wait for you to come back home.”Brad sighed and looked away. “I miss him.”Ava sighed. “Are you really going to listen to your mother and step down as the president of P-Bold? Who will take over P-Bold them?”Brad didn't answer immediately.“I mean she's merely worried about you. I am as well. Your father was killed. Everyone is worried something bad might happen to you as well.”“Well, Fernandez wouldn't hav
“It's definitely Vincenzo! I said it! He’s probably here in Italy. What are we going to do?” Brad thought for a moment. His mind was suddenly clouded. “Boss. You have just one hour,” Ava revealed. Brad released a sigh. “Give me just five minutes. I will get back to you,” he assured and the line went off. Brad thought for another moment. He couldn't really decide. If Vincenzo really wanted to see his face, wasn't he in Italy then? His phone rang almost immediately. It was Maxwell. He picked it up. “Hello, Maxwell.” “Yes, boss. Vincenzo is still in New York. So, I think he merely sent his men to Italy,” he explained. Brad smiled softly. “Good. How many of your men came to Italy?” There was a long pause. “We are a total of fifty. Is there any emergency? Is everything fine?” “Not really. I need you to send your men to the location I will send to you. In fact, I will tell you when they are supposed to arrive there.” “Alright boss. I will be waiting,” Maxwell assured and the line
Nick pulled into a new street. “We are almost there,” he announced suddenly. Brad nodded once. “Let's switch then.” Nick nodded once. “Alright boss,” he responded and soon pulled to a stop. Brad and Nick got out of the car and switched. In the next few minutes, Brad was driving towards the location and listening to the GPS location direction. “Maxwell will soon be here, we only need to hold on until he reaches,” Brad assured. Nick nodded once. “I will do anything to protect the boss.” Brad smiled softly but didn't say anything further. ‘We have arrived at the location,’ a machine-like voice said suddenly. Brad pulled to a stop and regarded the uncompleted building in front of him for a moment before he got down. Nick was already out of the car and also giving the building a deep scrutiny. Nick moved to Brad. “We don't need to call them, right? And they won't be calling?” Brad looked at him. “They are obviously looking at us like this. Let's just enter.” Nick made a nod of
“It's definitely Vincenzo! I said it! He’s probably here in Italy. What are we going to do?” Brad thought for a moment. His mind was suddenly clouded. “Boss. You have just one hour,” Ava revealed. Brad released a sigh. “Give me just five minutes. I will get back to you,” he assured and the line went off. Brad thought for another moment. He couldn't really decide. If Vincenzo really wanted to see his face, wasn't he in Italy then? His phone rang almost immediately. It was Maxwell. He picked it up. “Hello, Maxwell.” “Yes, boss. Vincenzo is still in New York. So, I think he merely sent his men to Italy,” he explained. Brad smiled softly. “Good. How many of your men came to Italy?” There was a long pause. “We are a total of fifty. Is there any emergency? Is everything fine?” “Not really. I need you to send your men to the location I will send to you. In fact, I will tell you when they are supposed to arrive there.” “Alright boss. I will be waiting,” Maxwell assured and the line
Brad was on the plane to Russia in the next three hours. He relaxed back into his seat and closed his eyes. Just as Nick sat in front of him, he looked at him. “When we get to Russia, I want you to reach out to any of our doctors there. I want to be sure that the five patients are being taken care of with utmost urgency.” Nick bowed slightly. “Yes, boss. By the way, are you going to the family house directly?” Brad shook his head briefly. “Lodge me into a hotel. I will spend the night there and go to the family house in the morning.” “Alright, boss.” Brad nodded once and closed his eyes. . Nick tapped Brad slightly and he opened his eyes. “We are here,” Nick announced. “We've arrived.” Brad released a sigh and got up. It was too stressful for him and he might call it a night earlier. “What about Maxwell and the rest?” “He and the others are already here. They came earlier,” he supplied. Brad nodded once and got out of the plane. A car was already waiting for them. The dri