Victor sat in the plane, his eyes fixed on the clouds below as he flew towards the city. He has made some quick inquiries and gotten the last plane ticket to the Kingston. He had a mission to complete, and he couldn't afford to waste anymore time. As the plane landed, Victor quickly made his way through the airport, his eyes scanning the crowds for any signs of trouble.He didn't expect anyone to recognize him, because the last time he was here was more than ten years ago. Once he was clear of the airport, Victor hailed a taxi and headed towards the city center. He knew the Scuro Lancia Mafia was based in the city, and he needed to gather as much information as possible before making his move.As the taxi drove through the city streets, Victor took in the sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis. He had been here before, but this time he was on a mission. The taxi dropped him off in front of a small café, and Victor got out, his eyes scanning the area. He knew the Scuro Lancia
The morning of the following day, Victor understood that something was wrong. He stared out the window, and saw two parked vans below the hotel. Five men, obviously Mafia members stood there, looking up at the building. He had no doubts that they were Mafia members. Victor's mind raced as he quickly realized that they must have discovered his location. He was compromised. He had to act fast, or risk being caught and killed.The bartender had that Cafe must have blown the whistle. This meant that the Scuro Lancia was more involved in this town than he realized. Without hesitation, Victor grabbed his bag and quickly made his way out of the hotel room. He knew he had to ditch the hotel and start his mission from somewhere else. He brought his cap out of the bag and put on his sunglasses. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror and nodded. As he made his way down the stairs, Victor could feel the eyes of the Mafia members on him. He knew he had to move quickly, before they realized
Sarah's phone buzzed on her desk, breaking the silence of her penthouse. She was working out in the gym and heard the notification. She wiped her sweat off with a towel and walked to the screen. She looked down at the screen, her heart racing as she saw the notification. "Don Martini has been killed by an unknown source," the message read.Sarah's eyes widened as she stared at the screen. She had been tracking Don Martini's movements for weeks. She had been trying to understand the way he ooperatedso she could tell Chris and the others. She quickly stood up from her chair, her mind racing with questions. Who could have done it? Was it a rival mafia family? Or was it something more sinister? There might be several enemies that wanted to kill him, but the timing was wrong. It just had to be when they watching him. Sarah knew she had to act fast. She couldn't let Don Martini's death go uninvestigated. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed a Rose, her eyes fixed on the screen as sh
Thomas Bolton sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the newspaper in front of him. The headline read "Don Martini Assassinated" and Thomas couldn't believe his eyes. He had always thought of Don Martini as a formidable pawn in his plans, someone who was untouchable. But now, it seemed that he had been killed easily. Thomas couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise and curiosity. Who could have done it? And how did they manage to get past Don Martini's security?"Jensen!" Thomas called on the phone. He called his men into his office, a group of rough-looking individuals who were used to getting their hands dirty. "I want you to find out who killed Don Martini and Marco," Thomas said, his voice firm. "I want to know who did it and how they did it."His men nodded, their faces set with determination. But as they left his office, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Don Martini was a powerful man, with connections all over the city. It didn't make sense that so
The news of Don Martini's death traveled far and wide, spreading like wildfire through the city's underworld. It was a shocking turn of events, and many were left shocked in its wake. But not Arthur.When he heard the news, a smile spread across his face. He wouldn't have to pay the debt he owed to him again. He was a free man. The days of Marco coming each evening to terrorize him was over. "Ah, finally," Arthur thought to himself. "That man was a thorn in my side for far too long. Imposing his ambitions on me. Serves him right."But who could have done it? The only thing that came to head, was Chris Bolton. That's right, the Bolton boy was the one who came to him with a proposition. Arthur could understand if they hadn't told him their plans, because he knew they despised him. But he would have to thank them nonetheless. He was already turning out marured. The young man's cunning and skill. Despite his reluctance to thank Chris, Arthur knew he had to make the call. He couldn't
The atmosphere in Michael Bolton's household was eerily calm, like the stillness before a hurricane hit. Chris couldn't shake off the feeling that it was the calm before the storm, that his father would act in the most explosive way. And that was true on one side. Michael had been planning his next move, gathering his forces and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Chris was summoned to his father's study, where he found Monica and Rose already seated. Michael's expression was grave, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. The air was thick with tension, and Chris could feel the weight of his father's gaze on him."Chris, I need to tell you something," Michael began, his voice low and serious. "You know how Thomas and I have been at odds for a while now? Well, it's about to get a lot worse."Chris nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. He had suspected that things would come to a head eventually, but he hadn't expected it to be this soon."This is the beginning of a tough
Thomas stood at the shooting range, his revolver held steady in his hand. He was a man on a mission, his focus solely on the target in front of him. He had always been a skilled marksman, and years of practice had only honed his skills.As he fired shot after shot, his accuracy was impeccable. The bullets hit their mark with precision and the target shredded to pieces. Thomas's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on the task at hand.But despite his calm exterior, Thomas's mind was seething with anger. He had received reports of the damage done to his shipment, and while he had smiled it off coolly, deep down, his blood was raging and boiling.His brother, Michael, had dealt him a significant blow, and Thomas was determined to retaliate. He would not rest until he had inflicted greater damage, until he had made Michael pay for his audacity.As he continued to shoot, Thomas's anger slowly rose to his head, his murderous intent growing with each passing moment. He could feel it coursing thr
The evening had finally arrived, and Chris was ready to make his move to infiltrate Thomas's fortress. He donned a hood to conceal his identity and waited for the perfect moment to slip out of the mansion unnoticed. He knew that Monica and Rose were on guard duty, and they would be the only ones to pose a threat to his escape. But he was lucky that they had been posted elsewhere. The guards that had been posted to watch his side of the mansion were distracted, engaged in a heated argument about the best kind of sport."I'm telling you, football is the superior sport!" one guard exclaimed. "The thrill of the game, the emotions, the strategy—it's unbeatable!""You're crazy, man!" the other guard replied. "Motorsport is where it's at! The roar of the engines, the rush of adrenaline, the speed – it's exhilarating!""But what about the teamwork, the camaraderie?" the first guard argued. "Football is a true team sport, whereas motorsport is just a bunch of individuals racing around a track
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