“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
Sara watched John look on in silence for a very long time. “I have my suspicions, but I need to carry out my investigation,” John said. “What do you think about Rita?” John signed, looking out at the house that the driver was pulling into. Gladiator stood on the lawn, pacing the length with his hand on his chin. John's brow furrowed at the sight of that. “I think she's confused at the moment with all that has happened to her,”“Yeah, I know -” Sara's words ceased because Gladiator was by her window, tapping with an urgent look in his eyes. “Driver!” Sara called.“Yes ma,” the man said and the window frame wound down. “Is Rita with you?” Gladiator asked, locking eye contact with John, who turned to face Sara. “No, I left her at home to pick up John knowing you were close by,” A sinking feeling settled in his stomach when he glanced toward the house. “What happened?” John asked. Gladiator shook his head. “You should see this,”Rita's assigned room was a mess. Someone had turn
John hurried after Sara, who was almost sprinting, weaving her way between and around shoppers in the mall. They beeline for the cloth section where two of Lucy’s men stood guard, imitating the security personnels in the mall. “What’s wrong?” John asked Sara. “I don’t know what to make of it,” Sara led John into the building. Police officers were moving around, taping a section of the cloth line with their yellow tape to keep off visitors. John’s heartbeat increased, fearing the worst had happened to Rita. “Excuse me,” one officer said. “You can’t be here. This is a crime scene,” “No, you don’t understand. I rushed to get my friend because my bag is in that section,” Sara explained, trying to push her way through. She succeeded long enough for John to peek through and see that on the floor lay two Spectre men with a bullet to their skull. Rita’s phone, pink in its outer cover, lay a few feet from them, damaged beyond repair. John searched the section with his gaze, looking fo
For a moment, John’s mesmerized by the kiss. It stirred a lower part of him that threatened to break forth when his hand moved and locked her head in place.She whined and pulled back when his grip forced her to stretch her wounds, but before she could resume, he pulled back completely. Both of them staring into each other’s eyes.She reached out to caress his face. “Today, I nearly died and the only thing I could think of was not fully expressing my feelings to you.”“What happened to you? Why did they come after you and what does Spectre want?”“I don't know, but if they're this serious about me, it means they want my dad to build something dangerous, and he has refused.”John's brow furrowed at that statement. He could not place a finger on it, but it rubbed him in a strange way.“When has your father ever rejected a fully funded project?”“That's the thing that scares me. Why would he reject this?”John shook his head. Rita tried to sit up, and he assisted her by placing a pillow