Simon’s car came to a halt in front of the hotel's entrance. “Should I wait for you here, boss?” Harland, his driver, asked him. Manuel Mancini sent an invitation for this auction. Simon wouldn’t be much interested in attending the auction, if not for his painting. Yes, his painting. Though it’s fake and of no actual monetary value, Simon actually considered that as part of his father’s legacy. He wondered how the fuck did Manuel Mancini stomach to include the painting in the auction knowing that it didn’t cost a dime. “No, leave the car in the parking lot and just go home.” Simon didn’t wait for his reply, he opened the door and stepped out of the car. He made sure his face was covered with his mask and hat. Everyone in the underworld was dying to know his real face, and he’s not going to give them that satisfaction. Being Dominico Galvante gave him the advantage, he was like an enigma to these parasites and they were hungry for anything, be it information about his identity
Ryzebn received a message from the stranger. The message was clear, to hack Manuel Manici’s bank account and take as much money as he can. His hands shook as he read the message on his phone, it’s a very risky one. Although he trusts his skills when it comes to hacking accounts, he can’t be so sure if the banks have any program on their sites to counter hackers. He might be traced if he does this. While he was having an internal debate whether to do the said task, another message came through. This time it’s not from the previous sender, it’s a notification from his bank. “What the fuck?” Ryzen almost choked from his own saliva when he saw the digits. The amount that was just credited to his bank account was a freaking six digits! He just became a millionaire. His phone beeped, another message came. With his heart beating wildly he read the third message. “I guess that amount will be enough for you to do the task.” He knew at that instant where this money came from. “Fuck! Fuc
Mancini Mansion.Manuel Mancini was having a blast. The success of the auction made his blood run wild. He wanted to laugh at the man who paid a huge amount of money for the painting that has no value at all. The highest bidder didn’t bother to tell his real identity, which he doesn’t really give a damn about. All that matters to him was the money that was added to his bank account. “Poor man, he didn’t know he was scammed! Was it your idea to include the painting in the auction?” Hubert was sitting at the plush couch, a glass of liquor in his hand. “Actually, it was not part of the plan. But when I saw that fucking painting, and I dislike the idea of it being here in my mansion. So, why not include it?’ Hubert Mancini burst into a loud laugh with what his brother said. “Damn! That was epic. And who’s the lucky buyer?” Manuel just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t give a damn about him.” He was living his life the way he wanted it to be. He eliminated almost all of his enemies,
Addison stared at the screen of her phone for minutes now. Her heart was beating fast and she was almost out of breath as she tried to process the information she just recieved. Along with the message was a video clip that she must release to the internet without being traced. “How was I supposed to do that?” she whispered as she shrunk into her seat. The last time she did this man a favor, she almost punched herself for being entangled into this kind of situation. But she also had to remind herself that she must do this for Simon and Rave. Gulping, she opened the video clip. Minutes later she ran into the bathroom and emptied her stomach. Catching her breath, she rinsed her mouth and splash water into her face to wake her up. She did it a few times before she stared at her own reflection in the mirror. She had known the Mancinis were a vile creature, evil in its human form, but what she just watched was way worse than she expected. She gripped the edge of the sink as her body
Simon could almost feel his victory. He can already smell the scent of his vengeance. Manuel Mancini would soon have his knees kneeled on the floor in front of him. He pulled the trigger and the sound reverberated in the whole shooting room. Simon usually visits his shooting range whenever he feels stressed from work. But today, he had a different reason why he’s here. He felt elated. He saw on the news that the stocks of the Mancini corporation plummeted, and he already knew the reason why. Addison had already posted the video that he sent to her, and with the help of Ryzen, the said video was not traceable. He could have done those by himself, but Simon wanted Addison and Ryzen to have their take on this revenge. He knew exactly that they had been planning about it but they just don’t have the means to do it. A series of gunshots echoed in the place before Simon was contented. One of his men came to him when he put the gun down. “Boss, there’s a call for you. It’s from Manuel
The old warehouse was crowded with men that were heavily guarded with high powered firearms. The building was situated in one of Dominico’s secret properties. It served it’s purpose as torture place to those who dared to betray him. Yes, the meek and considerate Simon was slowly sinking into the depths of his heart, and Dominico was now in the rule. Manuel Mancini and Dominico agreed to meet in this place to discuss whatever Mancini wanted to discuss with him. Dominico agreed but he wanted to be the host of their meeting. Manuel kept on pacing back and forth, not caring at the men that were eyeing on him. He was beyond anxious and more than enraged. He needed to talk to Dominico Galvante and convince him to help him with his problem. His hands were trembling and cold. “Where the fuck is he?” He snarled at one of the huge men. He was the largest man among the guards in the warehouse, and very tall too. Manuel glared at him, not minding his size. Manuel was confident enough with
Chapter 158Manuel Mancini was in rage. He was being humiliated with what Dominico Galvante had done to him. He was really expecting that man could help him in his problems, but it turned out that he was just being played. Manuel balled his fist as he exited the old, abandoned building. Mauro was walking behind him. "Fuck that man. He will regret doing this to me!" He cursed as he walked fast. His whole body was shaking in full rage. Now, he has nowhere to go to ask for help. He's a dead meat now if his father will know what happened to their buildings. And also that transfer of funds that he still can't trace. Someone wants him out of the picture. "Coward bastard!" He spatted. He kicked an empty can on his way out of the building. But as soon as he emerged to the rusty doors of the old building, he was greeted by the blinding blue and red lights. "Shit! What the fuck?" Police cars lined up in front of him. Police officers were positioned and their guns were aimed at him. "T
Dominico was sitting in his study room in his mansion. The room was dark and the only thing that illuminated the whole room was the light that came from the television. His spirits soar as he watched the video coming from the cameras that were set up from the house. He was very delighted with how things came out. He never expected to have this kind of revenge. But as days went by and the pain that he felt was getting worse, he just couldn't let those things slip away. "Mr. Galvante, the car is waiting for you outside," said one of his men, he just popped his head from the ajar door to remind Dominico that he has business to deal with. He just nodded in silence and glanced at the screen monitor one last time before he left. It's now time to face Manuel Mancini. It's time now to announce that Simon Scott was not dead. It's time to reveal that Salvatorre Morelli is alive and he's ready to take what's really his. The ride going to the house that he rented was short. Dominico already