“I think this is a very bad idea,” Sara advised. “We can do any other thing but please don't call that man to our hideout.” John turned to see Sara walking down the stairs, she had overheard their conversation. “I'm not going to call him,” John replied. “I'd pay him a visit. With him on board I'd be able to draw in the rest with ease,” “And how do you propose to accomplish that?” Sara asked, folding her arms. Rita and Gladiator watched John close his eyes in silence. The grin on his face deepened when his eyes opened. “Are you ready for some adventure?” John asked Sara. Sara looked at Gladiator and Rita who both shrugged. “I guess so,” Sara responded. “Not like there's anything I'm doing here,” “No,” John said with a smile. “You've done a lot here and I'm sure Alice is proud of you,” The statement brought a smile to Sara's face. “Gladiator, I have an errand for you at Rockbed. Take one of the cars on this property, I'd text you the details. Delete it after you receive. Underst
John is crouched in front of the garage awaiting Sara and Rita. In the background men are carrying the bed Gladiator bought for his Lisa. Lisa herself is in Elijah's arms, cradled like a child and rocked gently. Elijah looked so happy that Jack grinned. A life like that wouldn't be so bad. You and your love. If only that's all there is to it. “None of this is your fault,” Gladiator said, crouching beside him. “Huh? It's that obvious,” John sighed, looking back at Elijah. “I want to be happy but at what cost?” Gladiator shrugged. “I don't know the answer to that but you'd only find the solution by moving forward and daring to be wrong.” John bumped Gladiator’s arm and laughed. “Never knew you could be wise,” “What I'm saying is… I trust your decisions. Go ahead and make them. It doesn't have to be perfect,” “Yeah, I’ll do that, thanks.” John replied. “John,” Elijah called and Sara's car pulled up in front of the garage. John briefly waved at them before he went to Elija
“Sir,” Sara looked at her tablet and called John's attention. They had decided to return in a single car, the men: John and Gladiator in front and the two ladies: Rita and Sara behind. Gladiator was the one driving. “Twelve of the major shareholders are requesting to withdraw their investment by selling their stocks. Our shares are plummeting due to the rumor circling around that you're responsible for those deaths. It's on every news channel,” “Is that so? Let them sell their shares,” John grinned, he looked so unbothered that Sara frowned. Rita sat beside Sara with her palms locked and her head down. She still felt the embarrassment of being dragged around like a dog. She hated it so bad her teeth were gritted.“John, I think we need to do something, we could go bankrupt and lose everything,” Sara voiced her fears. The thought of the Draken falling to rags made Rita smile. But with her head down, no one saw it. John actually chuckled, he'd make them regret abandoning the boat a
“Give me six more bottles!” Tommy Murphy ordered and the bartender, a hot female, fresh from college and serving for the little pay, hurried to fulfill his order. Tommy Murphy grabbed a wad of cash from his wallet and dropped it into her hands after she presented his order. Using his big hands, he lifted all six bottles of beer. “Pay for the bottles and keep the change. Any of these folks try to take it, let me know. I'm in the media,” Without waiting for a response he bounced out with the bottle hoping for an interference, a reason to rage but no one moved. They knew him well enough to stay clear from his path once he drank. No one wanted to wake up in the hospital from the beating of a bull-like bulked male. The only thing of value to him in his car was a picture of two girls with a very bright smile pasted on his dashboard. His car slid into the garage and he jumped off. Proceeding into the kitchen, moving without turning on the lights because he had mastered the layout of his
“Here you go sir,” one of Lucky's men placed a very hot coffee on the table before John. “Thank you,” Lucky sat beside him on a similar brown couch, both of them watching the news cast unfolding before their eyes. The reporter, a tight-clothed blonde, announced a review of the case involving the Drakens' CEO stating “New information has just come to light involving the CEO that might just clear out his involvement with the brutal incidence that has the men and women of Los Angeles at the edges of the chair with weapons,” She went on to announce details that John knew already. Evidence of the purchasing of the building five days after the men were hung on crosses, the linking of the incident to Spectre that on the surface ran an influential oil company. Evidence of secret videos sent to the head manager of Spectre with text of work well-done by the killers.The bribery of Tommy Murphy had been excluded by Tommy's cooperation. Lucky eyes were wide open in amazement and he was chuck
John Draken walked through a series of turns, following the increasing footsteps of Luciano deeper into the farm. They could hear the shouts of men calling for Luciano. John could hear the anger in their voices. “I'm trying to prevent an unnecessary fight for the sake of my child,” Luciano said, pointing to a path of clearing that led to a silo for storing grains. “Hide here till I've been able to talk to Gravano and Escobar. I'll try to get them to reason and talk,” John looked from the sillo to the man standing in front of him, his heart warmed. “I understand but we Drakens don't run from anyone. We'll face them head on,” Luciano could feel the determination in John's gaze so he took a step back and nodded. “I'd direct them here,” Within a few minutes the high voices in the distance drew closer till Garvano and Escobar stood in front of John with all the men, both John and his opponents, guns pointed at each other. Garvano and Escobar walked and carried themselves like pro wr
With Lucky and Gladiator at his side. John entered the room, where eleven men sat around a conference table. He sighted Luciano, Gravanor and Escobar, acknowledging their presence with a nod. “I welcome you all to this gathering. My name is John Draken, and I'd be the new leader.” John said, getting straight to the point. “Any objections?” The men had their right-hands and two guards standing guard with fingers trigger ready. The hall fell silent when John took his seat at the head table. “You're not a capable leader and you can never be my leader,” Andre said, turning everyone's attention to him. He was one of the older members.“I agree with you,” Carmine said to the board. “He's green and cannot handle our affairs. What happens when the police get involved? How is he going to settle it? With war?” John leaned back in his seat and relaxed. Members of the table were whispering to one another. Lucky and those that John convinced himself kept a straight face and were silent. “The
“Boss, I’m there. My team is in position,” Gladiator’s voice relayed over the speaker of a phone that rested on a white table. There were three people surrounding this device. Sara’s eyes focused on the words coming from the speaker, while Rita's gaze never left the screen of her phone. John leaned back into his office chair and probed his chin with his fist, using the armrest as a support. “What do you see?” “According to the Intel that was in the documents. We were to find a ship on this dock loading to move, but there’s nothing here. It’s an empty harbor.” John's brows creased. “That can’t be right, Jones won’t drop an Intel if he wasn’t sure,” “it is really empty,” “check around, it might not be anchored at the usual spot. Once you see it, remember you’re to set the explosives and retreat. It’s Xavier’s loss this time around,” “Yes boss,” Gladiator said. John relaxed further into his seat. “Wait, I see something….” Gladiator continued, his voice taking on a static noise towa