The man with the scar narrowed his eyes at them, clearly not satisfied. "Before we talk prices, I need to know—who’s your boss? I don’t deal with just anybody."One of the decoys smirked, leaning forward slightly. "I can’t give you that information just yet. But what I can tell you is that our boss is a high-ranking government official, someone with a lot of influence."The scarred man raised an eyebrow, his skepticism fading slightly. "A government official, huh? That’s interesting." He tapped his fingers on the desk, considering the words carefully. "If that’s true, you should have no trouble paying the price I’m about to offer."The men nodded confidently. "We wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t handle the cost."The scarred man leaned back in his chair, seemingly satisfied for now. "Alright. Let’s talk business then.""And one more thing," one of the decoys said, pausing as the conversation turned serious.The scarred man raised an eyebrow. "What?""My boss would like to meet Sir Ren
Kelan’s car pulled up to the hidden base, its headlights cutting through the dark. He stepped out quickly, waving for the rest of the team to follow him inside. They hurried through the doors, eager to report back to Mello.In the control room, Mello was standing in front of a bank of monitors, his eyes scanning over various data points and maps. The soft hum of the computers filled the air as his crew worked quietly around him.Mello looked up as Kelan and the decoy squad entered. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.Kelan grinned. "It went exactly as planned. The decoys pulled it off without a hitch. We dangled the bait, and Sir Ren’s men are interested. They’ll be reaching out soon through the anonymous link."Mello nodded, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. "Good. That’s what we need. They’ll make the next move, and we’ll be ready for them."One of the decoy members stepped forward, still buzzing with adrenaline. "We mentioned the $2
The next morning, Sir Ren sat at the head of a long, polished table in his office, sipping his coffee and watching the city come to life through the wide glass windows. His phone rang, interrupting his quiet moment. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Jan, his right-hand man at the drug warehouse headquarters. A rare early-morning call from him. Sir Ren's brows furrowed as he answered the call.“What is it?” he asked, his voice calm but curious.There was a brief pause on the other end, and then the gruff voice of his trusted lieutenant came through, laced with tension. “Boss, we’ve got a problem.”Sir Ren straightened a bit“What kind of problem?”The man’s voice lowered as if he feared someone might overhear, despite being miles away. “We had some buyers come through yesterday. Said they wanted a large supply. Real big operation.”Ren’s eyes narrowed. “And?”“They were asking questions, boss. Too many questions. And they wanted to meet you, face to face.”Sir Ren’s mind raced
Sir Ren stood up, smoothing out the creases in his suit as his female assistant entered the room, carrying his leather briefcase. "The cars are ready, sir," she said, her voice calm and professional.He nodded with a smile, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Perfect. Let’s go."With a confident stride, he followed her out of the office and into the bright sunlight, where a sleek convoy of luxury cars awaited. The engines purred softly, their metallic surfaces gleaming in the light.As he slid into the back seat of the lead car, Ren felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. His plans were moving smoothly, and tonight was reserved for some well-earned relaxation at his penthouse. He could already picture the view from his top-floor suite, He leaned back in the plush seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "To the penthouse," he instructed the driver. The assistant settled into the seat beside him, organizing his schedule for the evening. The convoy pulled away from the building, glidi
Mello sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the engine filling the car as it sped down the highway. The stranger’s words echoed in his mind, mingling with the tension that had been building for weeks. He didn’t trust easily, especially someone who knew so much. But the information was tempting, too tempting to ignore.As he approached Lisa’s place, his thoughts kept pulling him back to the phone call. Could this be a trap? Was Sir Ren playing him, or was there truly someone out there willing to help him dismantle the empire Ren had built?Meanwhile, across the city, Sir Ren was lounging in his penthouse, unaware of the stranger’s call to Mello. He sat with a glass of whiskey in hand, overlooking the shimmering lights of the city below. His brother is back in town and he had decided to treat him nice as his penthouse or welcome him.Sir ren smiled as he drank his wineSalvatore, his brother, sat opposite him, looking less relaxed. He noticed Sir Ren’s smug expression and couldn’t he
Lisa’s hands moved slowly over Mello’s chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. He felt the warmth of her touch through his shirt, and his breath caught for a moment. Their eyes met, holding a silent conversation that words couldn’t express.Without hesitation, Mello pulled her in gently, kissing her with more urgency than before. Lisa responded immediately, pressing closer to him as her hands slid beneath his shirt, exploring his skin. His grip tightened around her waist, drawing her even nearer.The room seemed to close in around them, the world outside forgotten. Mello kissed her neck, slowly, while Lisa worked on the buttons of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. He let out a quiet sigh as she pressed her lips against his skin, just below his ear.With a gentle push, Lisa eased him back onto the couch, and he willingly followed her lead. She settled into his lap, fitting perfectly against him. Their kisses grew deeper, more intense, as the space between them di
Zachary walked frantically down the docks, glancing at his watch every few seconds. The salty air whipped around him, but he barely noticed; his mind was racing. He hoped he had managed to convince Mello to meet him. He had put on a brave face, trying hard not to show how much he needed Mello’s help. The last thing he wanted was for Mello to see how desperate he felt, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all hanging by a thread.Every small sound made him flinch. A creaking board, the rustle of a bag in the wind, even the scurrying of rats sent his heart racing. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but it only made him more aware of how drenched in sweat he was.The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an hour. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and scanned the empty docks again, willing Mello to appear. He couldn't help but replay their last conversation in his mind, hoping he hadn't pushed too hard. Then, in the distance, he saw a figure app
Mello raised an eyebrow. "But what if he tries to deny everything, and removes himself from the situation?"Zach chuckled, shaking his head. "We've got him, Mello. The fact that he'll be caught in a drug warehouse is enough to sink him. No one can talk their way out of that. Plus, I’ve got evidence—lots of it. Tapes, photos, records of his dirty dealings. I’ll send them to you right after this meeting. Sir Ren won’t have a leg to stand on."Mello considered the weight of Zach’s words, then nodded slowly. "If what you're saying is true, this could be the end for him."Zach leaned forward, his voice full of conviction. "It is true. And once we expose him, there’s no coming back. Sir Ren’s empire will crumble"Mello’s lips curved into a small, determined smile. "Good. I’ll make sure we’re ready. Send me the evidence, and I’ll take care of the rest."Zach stood up, relief flooding his face. "You won’t regret this, Mello.""I better not," Mello said, his tone serious. "Because if we’re goi
Just then, the warehouse doors swung open with a bang, and Mello rushed in, his steps quick and full of purpose. His eyes locked onto Sir Ren's, unflinching."Malcolm, what is so important?" Mello said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His sudden appearance left Sir Ren stunned, unable to mask his shock. How did Mello manage to bypass his guards so easily?"What... what are you doing here?" Sir Ren snarled, anger twisting his features as he tried to regain his composure.Mello simply smiled, that infuriating calm spreading across his face, as if he knew something Sir Ren didn't. That smile was enough to make Sir Ren hiss with frustration, realizing he was surrounded by evidence that could incriminate him.Panic flickered across Sir Ren's face, his eyes darting to the drugs and documents scattered around. "Shit! Everybody clear out! Move! Gun him down, now!" Sir Ren screamed, his voice cracking with desperation as he reached for his men.But before he could finish his order, the room s
As Mello drove away, the lights from his father's mansion grew smaller in the rearview mirror until they disappeared entirely. His jaw was clenched tight, muscles tense, as his mind raced with the weight of everything he’d just faced. The meeting had been more painful than he’d imagined, more personal than he had wanted it to be. But there was no room for regret now.He took a deep breath, his fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel. This was the last step of the plan, the final confrontation that would bring everything together. Yet, in the back of his mind, a whisper of doubt gnawed at him—would his father really let him go through with this? Or was there another twist waiting in the shadows?As he drove through the dimly lit streets, his phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He hesitated, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Zach.**"All set on my end. Sir Ren’s warehouse is under close watch. Your move now. Make it count."**Mello’s eyes narrowed, the resolv
Mello smiled politely as he rose from the plush leather chair. “Thank you, President,” he said, his tone measured, careful not to let the adrenaline that still pulsed through his veins leak into his voice.He turned to leave, but before he could take more than a step, Sir Asher’s voice stopped him. “It’s late, Mello. Why don’t you stay here tonight? Get some rest.”Mello paused, his back to the man, and allowed a moment of consideration to pass. The offer was laced with something more—an unspoken test. Was this an olive branch, or was it bait? Either way, he couldn’t stay.He smiled, glancing over his shoulder. “I’m a man of time, and unfortunately, I don’t have much to spare at the moment. I appreciate the offer, though.”Sir Asher studied him for a second, then gave a curt nod. “Very well,” he replied, his face expressionless, though the calculating gleam in his eyes hadn’t faded.Mello turned and headed for the door, walking with an air of calm composure, though every nerve in his
As Mello left Sir Nerio’s residence, he couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal hanging over him like a storm cloud. His father’s silence over the years suddenly made sense, and he felt a mix of anger and disappointment rising in his chest. But he pushed those emotions aside; he had a mission to complete.The ride to Sir Asher’s estate was long, giving Mello time to strategize. He needed to gather more evidence, and he couldn’t let his father’s involvement cloud his judgment. When he finally arrived, the sight before him was nothing short of overwhelming.The estate loomed like a fortress, sprawling over vast acres with manicured lawns, fountains, and elaborate sculptures. It looked more like a city than a home. Mello stepped out of his car, taking a moment to adjust his suit, ensuring he looked every bit the part of a powerful player in this high-stakes game.As he approached the entrance, two guards stood at attention, their eyes scanning him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. He
Mello settled into the plush booth, his heart pounding as he faced Sir Nerio. The Prime Minister looked polished and composed, as expected, but Mello knew beneath that facade lay a man tangled in a web of corruption. “Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Mello began, his tone firm and unwavering. “I’m not here to exchange small talk. I know about your dealings with Sir Ren.”Sir Nerio feigned confusion, raising an eyebrow. “What dealings? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Mello. You must be mistaken.”Mello couldn’t help but smirk at the Prime Minister’s naivety. “Mistaken? Really? I have video evidence of you in a room full of drugs, discussing shipments with Sir Ren.” He pulled out his phone, swiping through the screens until he found the video. He pressed play, and the room filled with the sound of laughter echoing from the screen.The footage showed Sir Ren and Sir Nerio, surrounded by piles of drugs, their faces illuminated by the dim lights of the room. The two men leaned in clo
Mello felt a surge of realization wash over him. No wonder his father had never interfered with Sir Ren's dealings all these years. The weight of his father’s choices settled heavily in his gut. Even though Mr. Buster had the power to quench Sir Ren's operations, he never did. The truth was painfully clear: Sir Ren had something on him, some past dealings and evidence that kept him silent.Mello clenched his jaw, anger bubbling beneath the surface. His father, a man he had respected, was ensnared in a web of deceit, trapped by his own mistakes. It was infuriating to think that the very person who should have been a protector had chosen to align with a monster out of fear.The room was still, the atmosphere thick with tension. Mello looked at his team, their faces a mix of concern and determination. He couldn’t let this betrayal distract him. He had a mission to accomplish.“Alright, let’s focus,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “So, any update on Sir Vane?” Mello asked,
As the evening shadows stretched across the sky, Mello felt a surge of impatience. He couldn’t wait any longer. Something inside him gnawed at his sense of urgency.He turned to Lisa, who was resting beside him. “I’ve got to go,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against her forehead. Before she could protest or ask him to stay, Mello was already on his feet, leaving her with just a glance.In the living room, he pulled out his phone and dialed Kelan. His voice was steady, but there was a quiet intensity beneath it. “Kelan, gather the team. We’re meeting at the hideout. It’s time.”There was a brief pause on the other end before Kelan answered, “We’ll be ready.”Mello ended the call, his mind racing. Tonight would set everything in motion.Mello slipped into his car, the engine purring to life as he pulled out of the driveway. The city lights flickered in the distance, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the task ahead. The weight of the evidence he’d seen gnawed at him—the video of
Mello lay in bed, his thoughts racing. The room was quiet now; Kelan and Lisa had gone to the doctor to finalize his discharge. He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of everything. The previous night still haunted him, but it also fueled his determination.Suddenly, the phone beside him rang. It wasn’t his. He glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen, instinct telling him to answer. Hesitating for a moment, he placed the call on speaker."Hope it didn’t hurt much," a familiar voice chuckled through the speaker. It was Zach, his tone mocking yet amused.Mello couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re crazy, but I’ve got to hand it to you, it was a brilliant plan."Zach’s laughter followed. "That means you owe me, you know, for boosting your fame and making you the talk of the town overnight."Mello smiled, recalling how close he came to losing everything. "When I nearly died last night? Yeah, thanks for that.""It was just a light knockout. You’re still here, right?" Zach’s gr
the next morning When Mello opened his eyes, he found himself in a room full of people, all watching him with worried expressions. Their whispers filled the air. "He's awake," someone said softly.Disoriented, Mello rubbed his eyes and saw Kelan and Lisa standing nearby, their faces pale with fear. He slowly sat up in bed, feeling a dull ache in his head. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice groggy.Kelan motioned for the others to leave, and soon it was just the three of them in the room. Lisa, sitting by his side, took his hand and spoke " thank God" Mello stared at her, trying to process what had happened. Mello blinked slowly, trying to piece together what had happened. His body felt heavy, his mind foggy. He looked down at Lisa, who was resting her head on his legs, her silent tears soaking into the blanket. The weight of her words sank in, but they felt distant, like an echo from a dream."Attacked?" he muttered, still rubbing his temple. His eyes flickered over to Kelan