87. The Showdown As Ravenna began to speak, Freya chimed in, her fearful expression morphing into a knowing smile. "You have some tricks up your sleeve, huh?" Freya asked, her gaze fixed on Ravenna, unsure of how to answer that. The plan was supposed to be a secret – her plan with her dad for today.Ravenna watched her carefully as Freya's cunning smile remained. "Did your dad plant some tracking device, and are you hoping to use it to threaten me into releasing a live video to the world, revealing that I am the true culprit behind Elena's kidnapping?" Freya stated, and Ravenna stared at her with pure terror."How did you—"Freya raised her hand to stop her from speaking further. "After I sent the audio file and gave you a limited time to find the ledger, I knew you would go meet your dad and question him about it. And your dad would somehow convince his sweet daughter that they could deceive me," Freya said with a sweet, devilish smile."How easy was that supposed to be!" Freya excl
"I could imagine the look on Damian’s face when he realizes the ledger is fake. And the news about Kings Airline has been taken care of," Lucian said dreamily as he raised a glass of wine and reminisced in his study. Ravenna sat in the chair opposite him.He sighed and continued talking to his daughter, who seemed oblivious to him. "The news turned out to be in our favor. It was a source of huge publicity. Can you believe how high sales have skyrocketed since then?" He gleamed at his daughter.When she didn't respond, he turned to look at Ravenna with a worried expression. "What is it? Everything's settled. What's with the gloomy look?"She spared him a glance and sighed. "I didn't get to have Elena. That's wrong," she said as Lucian raised his brow in confusion."What?""Why do you think I was running around trying to get Elena from Freya? If anyone is to finish that situation, it has to be me. That brat let her go," Ravenna scoffed incredulously and brushed her hands through her hai
"What boss, you can't--"Freya entered the room as Roberto stopped talking and cursed under his breath. His boss was at it again, and he couldn't do anything to stop him with those mischievous eyes of his. What the hell was he thinking?"Mr. Santoro." She bowed her head slightly the moment she walked into the room with a straight face, avoiding Elena and Roberto's stares while she fixed her gaze on Damian."Didn't I make myself clear when I said I didn't want to see you in my sight? Or are you trying to go against me?" Damian said with an amused look that left Roberto even more confused."But you still allowed me in, Mr. Santoro. I am here to ask for your forgiveness," Freya said with a straight face as Roberto scoffed out loud and turned to his boss, wanting to say something, but the look on Damian's face indicated he should remain silent. However, he went ahead."Will you fall for this?" He asked with a disbelieving chuckle."Leave us. Both of you," Damian said and walked back to hi
Freya lips curved into a sinister smile as she started to talk. “I went back to Mr Santoro like you asked, and he took me back.” She paused to see the light glint in Lucian’s eyes. “Poor thing….”she sighed in pity. “He doesn’t know what will hit him next.”“What are you up to? I didn’t give any command.” Lucian stated, as if suspicious of her.She chuckled and continue. “If we don’t seize the chance now, Damian would corner us again.” She said. “The car Mr Santoro is in right now is driven by one of my people. One call….”she gestured with her hand. “And I will tell them to take him to anywhere I want him to.” Lucian raised his right brow, as he watched Freya, while she glanced at her wristwatch. “We have less than ten minutes now. Where do you want him to go? Home? Or to you?” She asked with a teasing smile as Lucian still stared at her suspiciously.“You want to Kidnap Damian?” Lucian asked almost in disbelief and laughed out with an incredulous chuckle. “Are you fucking with me r
“So it has been here all the while?” Damian asked, his gaze fixed on the book.“Shut the fuck up. Enjoy while you can, you’ll soon breathe your last breath.” Lucian teased with a chuckle.“Ugh?” Damian asked with a smirk. “I don’t think so.” He said and narrowed his eyes at Freya.“Boys!” Freya shouted as the door opened to reveal 12 heavily built men who rushed into the room, six on each side facing each other, with grim faces.“What the hell-““Untie me,” Damian said lazily.“Yes young master,” Freya said and turned to one of the men in suit, and if they communicated with telepathy, he rushed to Damian’s side and loosened the rope around him.“Who the hell is this?! Why is he-“Lucian asked looking frantically and helplessly at the busy man. “Stop this instant, you bastard!” He fired but the man didn’t spare him a glance as the cocky look on Damian’s face remained, teasing and mocking him.“Freya!” Lucian turned to look at the lady behind him, who was relaxed.“What is going on?” Luc
Ravenna stood there for a while staring at her father, praying he made a move or said something.“I’ll be down in 10.” He said finally as she freed her clenched fist which she held for a while now due to her nervousness.“Okay.” She said barely in a whisper and turned around to the living room where men from her dad’s inner circle sat, all looking rich and expensive but red with rage.Each exuded an air of authority and success that could be felt as they sat, even in silence. The first man, Giuseppe Bianchi, was the epitome of the fashion industry. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he wore a crisp white shirt underneath, a silk tie adorned with intricate patterns, and patent leather shoes that glistened under the soft chandelier light. His perfectly groomed salt-and-pepper hair was a testament to his meticulous attention to detail.Sitting across from him was Leonardo Rossi, a titan in the world of finance. His attire exuded sophistication, as he sported a finely cut charcoal-gray pi
"Just because I'm in a mess doesn't give you the right to get cheeky," Lucian said, not looking at any of them. His face was grim as Antonio cleared his throat.Lucian raised his head to look at Antonio. "You all want to do it the dirty way?" he asked, shifting his gaze from one person to another."Okay then." He stood up, took out his phone from his pant pocket, dialed something, and turned the picture to show Antonio. "Does this look familiar?" he asked, and Antonio's face turned pale. Antonio rested back on the cushion, staring at it in shock."What is he-" Giuseppe began, but Lucian turned the phone in his direction, a smirk on his face."You bastard! I knew you shouldn't be trusted!" Giuseppe stood up abruptly and stared at Lucian in rage.Lucian ignored him and flicked his eyes toward Leonardo, who watched him with expectation."Wanna see yours?" Lucian asked. "Or is it fine?"Leonardo's lips curved into a smile, the kind that hides growing rage. "You're going this far?""Nah."
"Domenico? Who the hell are you?" Amiri made an irritated face, hating the fact that he was being kept in suspense."Like I said, your new nemesis," Damian replied as he stared at Paulo, who was sitting opposite him, munching on an ice cream greedily with a happy smile."You...," Amiri began to say."Mind your language. I know you're just a bloody illiterate who owns a syndicate and thinks you run the world, but I've got a spoiler for you, my dear." Damian paused as his lips curved into a smile. "Paulo is right in front of me, happily enjoying some ice flavored drink. Would you like to meet him?" He asked in a casual tone."Is that Daddy?" Paulo, the six-year-old, looked up at Damian with his big, curious eyes.Damian flashed him a smile. "Yes, boy. Daddy is on his way to pick you up." He replied as Paulo gave him a smile and continued with his ice cream."How the hell do you have Paulo?! What are you doing with my boy?!" Amiri shouted in sheer frustration and anger as Damian put the
"In five minutes, some people will come over to your place. Old friends of mine. I might call them," Damian said as he paced majestically in his study, feeling extremely proud of himself."You might be wondering what friends I have…" Damian paused, as if expecting a response."Or maybe you already know them?" Damian asked with a raised brow."The Tigers," Damian said in a grim tone. "They've been all over the city, looking for you, dear uncle," he said, folding his arms."You…" Valentine tried to steady his shaky hands as beads of sweat formed on his forehead."Don't," Damian interrupted. "It's just five minutes," he said again. "Are you sure you want to waste your precious time battling words with me, or is saving your life more important?""How would you know who The Tigers are? You bastard!" Valentine exclaimed."Hmmm… let me think. I did a small background research on you in the past, which didn't give me much result. But then, I do have some friends in the underworld, uncle," Dam
“Who is there?” Came Valentine’s harsh voice as Leonardo felt his feet freeze to the ground while the other man approached. For some reason, he couldn’t move, shocked by what was going on and the fact that he had been played.As the door flung open to reveal Valentine's harsh gaze, Leonardo swallowed, feeling completely dumb as the other man stared at him for a few seconds.“Leonardo,” he started with a smile, like the psychopath he was.“Have you been eavesdropping?” Valentine asked as he approached, his right hand behind his back as if hiding something. Leonardo was stunned for a second, but his survival instinct kicked in instantly.At this point, Valentine was very dangerous, and getting out of this house should be his main priority.“What did you hear?” Valentine asked, cutting into Leonardo’s thoughts, who forced a smile.“You are mistaken, Valentine,” Leonardo began, shaking his head.“I came here to talk,” he said again as both men's gazes remained intent on each other.“You a
“Just talks.” He muttered under his breath after a moment of silence, that’s all you can do.“I heard you took care of Ravenna, I must commend you however you did it.” He said again. “She is not a threat to me any longer. So just step down and let me have the position.”“You don’t understand.” Damian approached him. Valentine is trying to get the position for himself.” He said and started to shake his head. “Not you brother. And the moment you continue to stay with him, I won’t be able to do anything. Like I said, he will use you….”“Bullshit!” He turned away and headed to towards the door.“Leo…..”Damian made to say again but he had started walking away, this time with determined strides and out he went of the room.“Young master.” Roberto called after few seconds passed with Damian staring blankly at the door following Leonardo’s exit as if looking for something desperately.Damian turned away from the door. “I have a bad feeling about all this.” He said calmly.“Thank God you came
The chauffeur opened the door as Damian walked swiftly in front of the huge building, that stood towering over most the buildings in that area.The Santoro headquarter building was one of biggest in the city.Damian did the button on his jacket as he walked through the exit with the security bowing down for him.His hands tucked in his pocket, he made his way through the different part of the building and straight to the boardroom confidently. He was literally unstoppable now.Immediately Elena caugh sight of him coming out of the elevator, she rushed towards him with a scared deamenor.“Young master…,”she said breathlessly as if she has been running.“Are they all in?” He asked with a slight frown.“Yeah. The remaining two shareholders that seemed to be late has arrived. They don’t care young master.” She said as rage filled Damian as he made his way past her with her trailing behind him.“Do you have a plan?” She asked as he stopped on his track, memories of his conversation with Ma
As the laughing subsided, she stared at Amiri who just watched her.“Fuck you Amiri!” She spat out as Amiri just watched her. Her laughing was out of spite.It didn’t take another second when the sound of the police siren filled the whole place as Ravenna made to turn around to look back, but stopped, probably because of her pride.She turned to look at Amiri, her eyes bloodshot with rage while Amiri stared at her lazily.“You shouldn’t be outside here, Ravenna. Living with normal people.” Amiri said as the sound of the policemen steps coming towards them increased to show how close they were.“You are dangerous to humanity.” Amiri completed as Ravenna scoffed. “And you call yourself a saint by doing this one thing?” She asked with an angry look.“You are bloody criminal, you bastard!” She shrieked angrily as the police finally got to them.“I am inspector Morales and you are under arrest for the…..”The words trailed off in Ravenna’s head as she stared angrily at Amiri, and as her ey
Amiri wasn’t sure of what to say. He just stared blankly at her.“What did you do to Paulo?” He could only manage to ask as Ravenna gave him a scrutinizing look as if that would determine if she would tell him anything or not.“You should ask what I would do to him if you don’t comply to my commands right now.” She said as Amiri’s fist clenched.“You still look as if I am lying to you.” She said with a pout. “You still think I don’t have Amiri, ugh?” She raised a brow and tuttered.“Foolish.” She snorted. “Swerville Day school. Finish his lessons by 12 noon. Has a standby driver that takes him home to his mama.” She said to spite Amiri the more as if the other man hasn’t gotten the point, the predicament he was into.“What if I switched the driver with my people.” Her lips tugged in a sinister smile as Amiri felt a bead of sweat on his forehead.She chuckled and took off his shades and put it on. “Now I can see the darkness hidden inside of you Amiri.” She murmured almost in a whisper
Amiri made to blink but for some reason, restricted himself as if scared that any wrong movement of his would lead to another problem.He watched as a smile curved up Ravenna’s lips. “Who put you to this, Amiri?” She started to removed an invisible speck of dust on jacket, as she smiled sheepishly, she raised her gaze to meet his again as she stifled a chuckle.“What?” She asked with a laughing tone, her gaze dancing on his face.“You’re crazy.” Amiri could only say as Ravenna stoped moving her hand, the smile faded as she stared at me as if the word ‘crazy’ was foreign to her.“Crazy?” She asked with an irritated, as if challenging Amiri.“Me?” She asked, as if truly hurt. But Amiri knew better. “Stop playing the victim’s game. You’re in front of the man you killed. Have some respect for this dead, Ravenna.” He shove her hand away from his chest as her hand dangled by her side as if she had no control over it.“As if you care.” She stared at him with angry gaze.She bent her head to
“We’re here, boss”. Carlos said thriugh the rear mirror as he tried to discern what was going on in his boss’s head who looked pale through out the ride.“Oh…”He replied absentmindedly as Carlos quickly got off the passenger’s sit at the front.He opened up the back seat for his boss and waited, but it seemed Amiri was still in deep thought.“Boss.” He called again as Amiri snapped out of his reverie and turned to see Carlos watching him with a mixture of worried and careful gaze.“What’s with the look?” Amiri got off the car as he straightened his well tailored suit, as he out his shade one, Carlos closing the door again. “You don’t look too well boss.” He said as Amiri started to walk down the small path that was paved in the middle of the cementry where Lucian’s funeral was supposed to hold.“Today is Ravenna’s dad funeral.” He said, without sparing him a glance as he moved ahead.“I didn’t realize you both were that close for you to feel Lucian’s death.” Carlos said as Amiri sto
“I can’t believe this.” Amiri staggered back, unconsciously locating a sofa behind him and sitting down. His hand slowly moved to hold his face, the news making his whole body shudder, hating how foolish he looked.“It’s okay if you feel embarrassed,” Damian said nonchalantly as Amiri raised his head to look at him in an uneasy manner.“Sorry,” he feigned a smile. “I didn’t mean it that way,” he added as Amiri sighed, smacking his lips together, looking away to avoid revealing how disgruntled he felt to Damian.“So?”Amiri raised his head to look at him. “What? You want me to pay back?” He asked as Damian watched him with an amused look.“What?” Amiri asked, his apprehension growing by the minute. He always portrayed himself to everyone as this strong-hearted person, deeply revered in the underground world. But this man knew how to effortlessly get to him, making some part of his life seem to almost revolve around him.“You must think so lowly of me,” Damian said with a soothing tone,