Simon slammed his fist on the steering wheel of his car. He pressed on the gas hard and let his car fly on the streets. Right now, he didn’t care about speed limits or cops chasing him for traffic violations. He was furious because he couldn’t do anything for Mr. Graham. He wanted to stay, but the moment the police recognized him, his family name would be involved, he just couldn’t risk that. “Fuck! I will make them pay!” He was seething in anger. Leaving Graham there while he was fighting for his life was a total act of cowardice. He parked his car in front of the hotel. He threw his keys to the valet as soon as he hopped out of the car and darted towards the entrance. Confusion was written all over the valet’s face when he saw who went out of the car. He didn’t expect such a shabby man to be driving a car. The valet just shook his head and went on for his work. Simon, on the other hand, stormed inside the hotel and went to the eleva tor with a scowl in his face. No one dared to
After talking to Giovanni and making sure that Cristobal had erased all the CCTV footage, Simon decided to go to the hotel’s restaurant. Part of him wanted to see how the business is going on right now. He’s going to take over months from now and he wanted to check if the management was doing its job properly. He took a quick shower and changed his clothes. There was blood on the clothes that he’s wearing but it’s not that visible. Choosing semi-faded jeans and a loose black shirt, Simon was ready to go to the restaurant. He took his navy blue colored baseball cap to conceal his face and he went out of his room. As Simon walked through the hallways of the hotel, he encountered several people who looked at him like he was out of place. And it’s true, with the clothes that he wore in this five-star hotel, he really looked out of place. But Simon didn’t mind those disgusting stares. Hell, he really doesn't care what they think, that’s the least of his worries right now. The lobby of
Simon massage his wrist, which was slightly hurt when the guards forcefully dragged him to the entrance. They thought that he’d a beggar, they even accused him of being a scam and trying to have free meals in the restaurant. Simon was beyond disappointed with his employees’ behavior. He couldn’t imagine that the company hired such rude people. Now that this issue has surfaced, he will not let this slide. He will make sure to leave imprints on the other employees that, above anything else, he wanted kindness and consideration to be a priority. “Mr. Morelli, we sincerely apologized for what happened. What we did was protect the establishment. We have had this situation before, wherein a beggar tried to order food that he couldn’t afford. We handled the situation professionally, and no harm was done. But, I really want to apologize for being rude and inconsiderate. I will take responsibility for that.” Rey’s head hung low in humiliation as he tried to apologize to Simon. “Where is th
Simon woke up feeling a little groggy. He had more alcohol last night than he intended to drink. He’s not entirely drunk, but enough to make his mind foggy. He can get lazy now. He had a lot of things that needed his attention, and that includes the flash drive that John Graham had given him. Plus, he needs to know where he can use that key. After taking a shower and ordering breakfast, Simon took his laptop and inserted the flash drive. Good thing it has no password or some sort. He was granted access to the files in the drive the moment he opened it.As he scanned the contents of the drive, his eyebrows were getting tied together in confusion.“What the fuck is this? There’s nothing in here,” he murmured, still focused on his laptop. The files are all about how to fix a vintage car and everything about cars and how to fix them. His attention was disturbed when the door rings. “Finally,” he said. He was waiting for his breakfast. His stomach was grumbling and he needed to fill
Simon answered the phone when he saw that Giovanni was the one who was calling. He was ready to go to Seattle when he suddenly called. Halting from his attempts to leave the room, he answered his phone. “Giovanni.” Simon answered. “Salvatorre, when are you coming back here in New York?” There was an edge of urgency in his voice. Simon frowned, confused. Though he couldn’t see his trusted friend, he knew that something was wrong based on his voice. “I was on my way to Seattle. I was about to call the chopper when you called. Why? Is there something wrong?” He heard Giovanni let out a sigh. “Why are you going to Seattle, man? You’ve been away for weeks now, and they were looking for you, man. Marcus and I don’t know how to answer, especially Federico.” “I was here in North Carolina, you knew. But thanks for not telling anyone about where I am. I was following a lead about my mother’s case.”“That man died, right? I saw it on the news, and I realized it was the same street you wa
Simon went to the doctors’s office without saying anything. He was silent the whole duration that he flew from North Carolina back to New York, and as he strode his way towards the office, he was still silent. There are a lot of scenarios going through inside his head right now. As hs steps were getting faster, Simon was certain for one thing, he will get definitely avange his father. He will not let those bastards get away with what they did to his father. Emiliano Morelli was not only his father but he’s also the father to the largest mafia clan in New York, no one gets away after hurting him. With his fist balled, he entered the doctors’ office with much confidence iin himself. It was Marcus who announced to the doctor that Simon was there to talk to him. “Mr. Morelli! I am glad you came. I’m doctor, Morris Harrison, your father’s attending physician.” The doctor was polite to stand offered his hand for a shake the moment Simon entered his office. “Please, take a seat.” Docto
Butler John assisted in dragging all the staff and crew of the mansion, and that includes all the staff that were assigned in the kitchen, especially them. “How about the guards? Are we not going to check them?” Marcus asked Simon while they were standing in the balcony of his father’s office. Simon had checked all his medicine but there was nothing out of place there. Except if the contents are being replaced. “We will, but I have a feeling that it came from the kitchen safe. How did my father come to ingest such poisonous matter? It should be from the staff that prepares the food.” Simon answered, his eyes were glued on the staff that looked baffled as to why they were being dragged out to the garden by the guards. Marcus couldn’t agree more. “Get those bottles and have it checked by Dylan.” Dylan was the one who was in-charged in the production of liquor, and he specializes in substance and chemical. He would know if the contents of those bottles were replaced or not. “Yes,
Simon was observing the maid from the other room. Just like an investigation room in any police station, the Morelli mansion also has their own version of interrogation room. The only difference was that of the Morelli mansion has a lot of torture paraphernilias. It depends on who they are interrogating will they use the torture tools. As for the maid, Simon has no plans in using the tools on her. He just wanted answers as to why she was able to enter the mansion without the knowledge of butler John. The one-way glass prevented the maid from looking at the other side of the room. The room was used to interrogate suspicious individuals and those who betrayed the Morelli clan. Some even died while being interrogated. Marcus sat on the opposite side of the table, in front of the maid. If one would look, it would pass as a police investigation room. There was a speaker so that they could hear the conversation from the other room. Simon never left his eyes on the maid. He was sure he