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
"Romeo!"Don Frago's eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld the figure before him. It was indeed Romeo, but not the Romeo he had once known – this was a transformed man, clad in the imposing uniform of a high-ranking military officer. The shock that coursed through Don Frago's veins was noticable, his mind was struggling to reconcile the image before him with the memories of the street urchin he had dismissed with contempt."Romeo?" he whispered, his voice was trembling with a mixture of disbelief and fear. The realization dawned upon him like a thunderbolt – the man he had manipulated, a man he considered a street dog, the man he had dismissed as insignificant, was now standing before him as a formidable adversary.General Stormbreaker's steely gaze bore into Don Frago with astute intensity, with his presence exuding an aura of authority and power that sent shivers down Don Frago's spine. Don Frago felt a cold sweat break out on his brow as he struggled to comprehend the gravity w
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
In her opulent and plush office, Mrs. Davidson sat behind her imposing desk, her features were etched with concern as she listened intently to the voice on the other end of the line. "What? You mean Miss Blackwood has been arrested?" Mrs. Davidson's voice quivered with disbelief, as her mind was racing to comprehend the seriousness of the situation."Yes, Mrs. Davidson. She was probed and all evidence levelled against her were found to be correct," came the solemn response on the other end.The news hit Mrs. Davidson like a sledgehammer, leaving her feeling disheartened and downtrodden. The thought of her trusted lawyer, Emily Blackwood, being arrested sent shockwaves through her meticulously crafted world of power and influence."That's too… who could have been behind that video footage that exposed our undercover dealings?" Mrs. Davidson's voice trembled with apprehension as she voiced out her darkest fears."Mrs. Davidson, I have not the slightest idea," the voice on the other en
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 Mrs. Davidson stared at her phone, her anger simmered beneath the surface like a pot ready to boil over. How dare Romeo Stewart, her useless ex-son-in-law, have the audacity to call her now, of all times?With a sharp exhale of frustration, she swiped to decline the call, not even bothering to entertain the thought of speaking to him. She had bigger problems to deal with than whatever trivial matter Romeo might want to discuss.But as if mocking her fury, her phone rang again, displaying Romeo's name once more. Irritation surged through her veins like a wildfire, but this time, she hesitated before begrudgingly accepting the call."What do you want, Romeo, what the fuck do you really want you good for nothing numb skull?" she snapped, as her voice dripped with venomous disdain. "Is it very hard to get it into your thick skull that I am a very busy woman unlike you that has nothing to offer the society?""Hey, Mrs. Davidson, stay calm," Romeo's voice came through the line, surpri
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
Frustration boiled within Romeo as the mocking laughter filled the air, each snide comment fueled his determination to prove them wrong.With a swift motion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his credit card, holding it aloft for all to see."Here," he declared, as his voice cut through the mockery like a knife, "take my card, run it on your payment machine, take your money and give me the cuisines I requested."The customers fell silent, their amusement was replaced by curiosity as they watched Romeo's bold move. But before anyone could respond, one of the patrons who had earlier made disdainful remarks stood from his seat, as a smirk played on his lips."Come on, bro," he jeered, as his tone dripped with sarcasm, "you still want to prove that you are what you aren't? Why don't you just move over to our table and beg for our leftovers? Maybe then we can consider helping you out. After all, I'm a nice guy. All you need to do is ask."Laughter erupted once again, louder and ha