Monica prepared herself and waited until evening before she made her move. Rose has briefed her about the security, she only had to hear what they were saying and relay it back to them at the mansion. She wore black clothes; a black jacket, a cap and black trousers to go. She waited in the car for the go sign, because she was working with Rose. Her eyes went to the balcony, the lights were on which meant Chris was awake. It wasn't that late in the evening, with thirty minutes to eight. The line buzzed and she looked away. "Base here, are you ready to boogie?" Rose's voice came in. "Boogie? Well I'm ready to move," she answered. "Can't you play along? I'm trying to ease my nerves," Rose laughed. "Alright, I'm ready to boogie boogie," Monica replied. "You didn't have to add woogie at the end.""You didn't need to say boogie too.""Alright. Remember, it's just recon. I need you to gather information about what they are doing. Their plans, what's going on between them and you come
"How the hell did they know where we were?" Monica asked as we moved away from the fence. "I don't think we should be worrying about that now," Chris said. He kept on reaching for his pocket, as if he had carried a weapon. "What are you—""Shhh—" Chris laid a finger on her lips and pointed down the streets. Two armed men were slowly coming in their direction. It was only thanks to the long shadows that they had stayed hidden. "Let's go the other way." Chris pulled Monica by the arm and went the opposite direction. The plan was to turn to the other side of the building and make a quick escape. "How many things are you hiding from us? How did you know all this?" Monica whispered. "I'm a quick learner," Chris replied. He grinned at her for a second, and failed to see the man sneaking up behind him at the corner of the bush. "Look out!" Monica brought out her gun and the silencer clicked twice when she pressed the trigger twice. The man fell to the ground, but his finger laid on th
Chris raised his brows up. "Okay," he answered. He dropped his heavy equipment to the floor and flexed his shoulder. Monica tried to step in between them. "Hey, you don't have to do this now. It's crazy," she said. She knew Chris was strong, but he didn't stand a chance against Rose. Rose was a trained bodyguard. She had been trained to kill with her hands and weapons since she was fourteen, registered her first kill six months later but she was lucky enough that Michael had discovered her when she was eighteen years old. He saved her from straying down a dark path and made her his personal bodyguard since then. Chris on the other hand was mysterious, but he didn't have the experience to stand on par with Rose. It wasn't like she could do anything to stop them. They had already decided. Members of the security team had gathered around them to see the fight at the fountain. Rose held her stance and raised her hands up, and started coming towards Chris. Chris circled her, an evasio
They all stood before Michael in his study. Yvonne has already gone home because it was quite late. "So what do you have for me? Let's start with Monica, how did it go? I heard you went to spy on Arthur? Tell me how it went," Michael asked. Monica took a deep breath and narrated everything that had happened, and how Arthur was dealing with the Italian Mafia right under their nose. Chris and Monica listened attentively, not that they hadn't heard it before either. "He plans to take you and Thomas Bolton out for the Mafia to pay his debt," Monica concluded. "I see," Michael said. He laid his hand on his chin and turned towards Rose. "Arthur is quite desperate. It seems like he won't be able to pay the amount he is owing them and he is under pressure from my brother. Have you found anything from the elevator accident?" Rose answered. "No sir. Only that the new equipment was swapped for the old one. We couldn't catch the perpetrators, but there were traces left behind. Several regist
Lisa hid under the bed with her hands covering her mouth just like the way Michael had instructed. She knew the life of a gangster was bad, but she has never expected it to be like this."Please God protect us, please God protect us!" She prayed silently. Michael circled around the back. The mob members were at the front and some had made their entry. He just had to pick them off one by one. He came to the front of the building and shot the only man standing outside in the head and he slumped to the floor. The driver in the car tried to pull his gun out but Michael fired at him with pinpoint accuracy from that distance and managed to strike his neck and chest. He shot the engine radiator next and ran back to where he was coming from. His plan was to lure them away from Lisa inside, and bring the danger to him instead and he had succeeded in that. They came filing out like insects at the clinic's entrance and he shot them one by one. The others ran to cover but Michael wasn't leavi
"Apparently, he used his new power to form a group, and it became successful. That group is called the black spider today, and they are involved in a lot of things. Import, export, Legal and Illegal casinos, hotels and drug trafficking, shares in numerous companies. He definitely made an empire for himself." Michael nodded. Chris folded his arms and looked at the floor. He didn't expect his family problems to be that bad. Monica pressed his arm warmly and smiled at him. "As for me, I used the money to invest in a lot of deals. This city was small then, but then there were a lot of businesses flocking in, just about the time Chris was born," he sighed. "My investments proved successful, and I helped start the empire I own now.""Where's my mother's grave?" Chris asked. Michael looked at Chris longingly. He decided that his son has a good reason to see his family's grave. "It's in her hometown, up north. I will take you to see it someday.""I would love to see it soon," Chris affirm
Chris, Monica, and Rose left the study, their minds racing with questions. What other secrets was Michael hiding? And what was Victor's role in all of this mean? They walked out of the mansion, the silence between them thick with tension.As they walked to a nearby café, Chris turned to Monica. "We need to talk." Monica nodded, her eyes locked on his. "I know. Let's go somewhere private." They sat down at a table, their minds racing with questions."We need to investigate Victor," Chris said, his voice low. "Find out what he's doing, and why my father has him watching our enemies."Monica nodded, her eyes locked on his. "I agree. But we need to be careful. We don't know what we're up against." "And that also seems very unlikely. If he is a ghost, you won't find him unless he wants you to find him," Rose said. Chris nodded, his jaw clenched. "I know. But we can't just sit back and do nothing. We need to take control of our own destiny."Monica pulled out her phone and started typing
Thomas Bolton sat in his dimly lit study, his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of him. He was watching Arthur, Chris, Monica, Rose, and Mabel as they brainstormed their plan to take down the Scuro Lancia Mafia. The camera was hidden in a vase, and it provided a clear view of the living room. Thomas chuckled at the screen. "Arthur you lying bastard."Thomas had instructed his men to install the camera in Arthur's home a few days ago, anticipating that Arthur would try to gather allies to take down the mafia, or try to do something against him. A sly smile spread across his face as he listened to their conversation. They thought they were so clever, but they had no idea what they were up against. Thomas had been playing a long game, manipulating events from behind the scenes. He had orchestrated the loan, the scam, and even the ultimatum. And now, he was watching as Arthur and his new allies tried to take down the Scuro Lancia Mafia. The scuro lancia, were just pawns playing in hi
Thomas Bolton grabbed a dagger and lunged at Richard with a scream and just as he was about to drive it straight through his heart, Richard quickly sidestepped and the dagger grazed his arm slightly and Thomas fell to the ground. As he struggled to get to his feet, he heard a gunshot and felt a pain sear through his left foot. Bloody bastards!! Getting shot in the foot again!! He felt two pair of arms grab him and place him firmly back on his sit. As he sat, Chris grabbed a pistol from the weapons strap on the waist of one of the guards and pointed it at Thomas' head and cocked it and Thomas smiled at him."I don't think your pretty woman's going to like you very much if you kill me now." Thomas said with a smirk. "I mean, I haven't gotten around to telling her about her lost sibling and believe me, she'd really like to know that," he finished and Chris lowered the gun. "What? You know my siblings whereabouts?" Sarah asked and looked at him with teary eyes. "Of course I do. I kep
Thomas Bolton stared at Richard then looked at the gun in his hand. He felt betrayed. Just when he had shown a little trust in him, he had taken advantage of that trust and stabbed him in the freaking back. He had sold him to his enemies and for how much, he wondered. He looked back up at Richard and could see that his eyes were emotionless, almost like he had sold his soul or something. Thomas wondered if that change had been present in him all week and he had just been too oblivious to notice it or if Richard had actually done a very good job of masking it. What had turned him that way? He turned to look at Chris Bolton and his company. He recognized both ladies well enough. He had held one hostage amd the other, he had killed her father. Well, Chris Bolton had certainly picked his crew right. Between all three of them who seemed to be head of the group, he had certainly caused them a lot of pain and hurt. He tore his eyes away from the three of them and looked at Victor. Now that o
Chris Bolton was sitted in Michael Bolton's study with his laptop open in front of him but his mind was occupied. He is was in love with Sarah but couldn't confess it and he knew it wasn't because he was scared of being rejected by her or because he was worried about his father not accepting it. The reason he was worried about expressing his feelings for Sarah was because of Monica. He couldn't deny the fact that they had both had some tension between them when they had initially met. He had most certainly had something for her and he felt like she she had also had a thing for him, but he wasn't sure if she still had it. He has tried not to acknowledge his feelings for Sarah for a long time because he had felt like they made him disloyal to Monica, especially if she still had those feelings. What was he going to do? Was he supposed to just ask her? Wasn't that___? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door and just as he opened his mouth to call for whoever it w
Richard aimed his gun at Luke Freeman and cocked it. Like his client Thomas Bolton, the bastard didn't deserve to live. He deserved to die and Richard without a doubt had absolutely no issue in giving him what he deserved. Besides, Thomas Bolton had betrayed him and there was no saying that the smart lawyer wouldn't betray him too. After all, it was just that afternoon that Thomas Bolton had reminded him about the possibility and risks of conversations being recorded. There was no saying that the sneaky smart ass hadn't recorded their conversation with plans to have him reported and arrested. Who knew? He really couldn't trust anyone. There was no saying that Luke Freeman wouldn't betray him because when all was said and done, Richard didn't actually have a single soul in the universe he could rely on to look out for him. He thought he had totally gotten rid of his little hopes and expectations of good from Thomas Bolton but apparently he hadn't because he could feel a tear trickle do
Luke Freeman wordlessly took the sit Richard had motioned him into with the gun in his hand. Wasn't he the adopted son of Thomas Bolton? What did he want with him? Had they had an issue earlier in the day? Why was he in his house at such a time of the night and with a freaking handgun in his damned hand? What could he do? Should he try to set off an alarm or something? What warning signal could he send his neighbours that would alert them that he was in danger? His neighbourhood was actually quite a quiet one full of people who minded their business so the chances of anyone actually noticing whatever signal he gave was a pretty slim one and the chances of anyone noticing that signal and actually acting on it was next to non-existent. He was certainly toasted. The young man with handgun which he was freely brandishing at him, could kill him and no one would know. Why on Earth had he given in to his tiredness and not listened to the voice that had told him to stay back at the office and
Richard remained sitted in his position as he replayed the conversation he had just listened to in his head. Well. Well. Well. It seemed like sneakily getting a voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation had most certainly paid off. So Thomas Bolton wanted to make some changes and adjustments to his will now, did he? That had without a doubt been the most - if not the only - important and interesting part of their conversation for Richard. He had to give it to his sixth senses for making him listen to that voice recording till the end of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. What were the present contents of Thomas Bolton's will? What "changes and adjustments" could he possibly want to make? As far as Richard could tell he was the only heir of the old and insufferable bastard. Yes he was adopted but he was quite sure he was the only heir of Thomas Bolton. Didn't that naturally mean he was supposed to be the sole inheritor to all of the annoying geezer's
It had been almost three hours since that annoying brat, Luke Freeman had appeared after being sent straight from hell to disturb Richard's peaceful afternoon and after haven restlessly and absent-mindedly seen a movie, Richard was itching to go get his phone and listen to the voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. He had instructed a maid to immediately inform him about Luke Freeman's departure but she still hadn't shown up. What on Earth could the two men be talking about for so long anyways? As his mind raced with the endless possibilities about the contents of their conversation, he heard a faint knock on his door and he bolted out of his bed and rushed at the door. He opened the door and as soon as he saw the maid standing there he rushed past her without waiting for her to say a word. He headed straight for Thomas Bolton's lounge and he tried his best not to run and only appear like someone who had urgent and important matters to deal with. He soon go
Chris Bolton stood at the entrance of Sarah's room as the realization that he was in love with her hit him. He had tried to ignore these feelings because they had been trying to get attention at a wrong time, but he couldn't ignore them anymore, not after seeing her sitted on her bed with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her upper body covered in a big sweater and that innocently welcoming smile on her face. He couldn't say for sure how long he had felt that way but he could say for sure that his feelings were very much there and alive. They actually explained a lot. They explained why he had recently began to feel so drawn to Sarah. He had tried to ignore and not acknowledge them but that hadn't sent them away. If anything, it seemed like ignoring and not acknowledging them had probably only helped them quietly grow stronger. He stood at the door and stared at her even as his discovery opened up a dam of thoughts in his head. Why had he been doing his best to igno
In Thomas Bolton's lounge, Richard continued to take in the stranger who had walked into the lounge a little under a minute ago. From his rectangular rimless glasses to his suit pants and shirt and down to the black attorneys bag he was carrying, he certainly wasn't their usual type of company and Richard wasn't sure how he felt about him. While he didn't seem to spell danger, Richard also didn't care for his presence in the lounge as he had never really been a fan of strangers, especially when they did what he considered to be an invasion of his comfort space and invade his comfort space, this stranger was. Technically it was Thomas Bolton's but who cared? Thomas had come to accept Richard's constant presence in the lounge and Richard had definitely been enjoying it but at that moment, the stranger was taking away his comfort and Richard didn't like it one bit. He looked at him with his left eyebrow raised but the stranger just kept smiling at him. What was he? A robot? A raised eyeb