Grey couldn't stop feeling regret, it ate him deep. He could have avoided the tragedy. He could have stopped Jimmy from dying. If only he had allowed him to follow him.But he would have been dead if Emily hadn't called him. He was just a minute away from death. The thoughts crumbled in him in some sort of crazy confusion.The door opened suddenly and Emily entered the car through the driver's side. She let out a sigh. They have been in the car for ages now. Grey wanted to be alone so Emily went away. But the reason why she was suddenly back was because she had something to tell him."Here," she stretched the magazine to him. "I saw this and I had to return quickly to show you." she explained shortly.Grey took the paper slowly. At first, he didn't see what she was trying to say but when he adjusted his eyes, he saw his picture on the right-hand side and with a headline underneath it.His eyes went wide with shock. "What!""Everyone thinks you are dead, boss," Emily muttered.Grey coul
He stopped in front of him, a few feets to hitting him. "What did you just say?" His voice was deep and laced with anger. Emily walked inside when she saw how bad things were getting. She could get killed in the midst of it. "When you showed up suddenly, I initially thought you couldn't handle the mafia work but you proved to me that you could. And now? What are you trying to say? That you are tired of being a mafia boss?" Gregory released with a grunt. Grey's fists were clenched beside him and a dark frown was on his face. "What do you think I should do then? I should watch my men die without a feeling? I'm not supposed to be in pain?" Alfred stepped forward. "Gregory!" He called in a strained voice. "Don't speak to Hercules in such a manner." Gregory looked at Alfred. "How else am I supposed to talk to him? We are his elders and he should listen to us as well. Does he want to end up like his father? Does he?" "Gregory," Aphrodite called softly. "Alfred just lost someone, you sh
Seth grunted several times as he thought about the days leading to his first escape from Jacksonville the first time. He had stood up against Grey then when it all happened and now it was happening again. If Grey wasn't Hercules, could he be close to him? Seth had questions but the answers eluded him. How could he even lose to Grey? Well, it was his fault. He was the one that took Smith in. If he hadn't, the nightmare wouldn't have happened. His phone rang suddenly, disrupting his thoughts. He jerked backward as a headache suddenly set in. He dragged his feet towards the phone and glanced at the screen. It was Smith. A grunt escaped him as he turned away, anger still burning in him. He would never be able to forgive Smith for making him lose so much. Seth hasn't stepped out of his house since he received the message that informed him that the police were already looking for him. He hadn't even thought of what to do. He needed to think of the loan he had taken, he needed to pay
Alfred hesitated, with worry written all over his face. He entered the living room and let out another sigh. He had been expecting a call from the men he sent to Italy but all to no avail. Something had happened and he could feel it. If James really needed Grey, why then hasn’t he sent back his men? Or could James have been dead? That was the only explanation available. If James was dead, the mafia bosses would have taken over and anyone who asked about the dead Mafia boss would be seen as though he or she was working for him. They could kidnap or kill them as a result of it. He didn’t want to inform Grey about it just yet until he was sure of everything. So, he might need to send more men. He needed to ascertain the situation before he informed Grey. The door opened suddenly and one of Alfred’s men walked inside. He bowed slightly. “Here I am, sir.” Alfred looked up at him. “Get some men, you need to do something for me in Italy.” The man nodded briefly. “I will do that,” he resp
Grey squeezed his face harder as he tried to process the information. He wasn’t quite getting it at all. “What does that mean? I don’t get it?” “The shoe company in Italy, do you remember that you have shares there? That aside, you are one of the directors. The CEO shouldn’t have changed without your knowledge. It means something has happened,” Alfred explained. Grey nodded briefly. “That’s right. But how did you know the CEO has changed when you weren’t able to get across to the men you sent over there.” “I just saw it online. I had to seek information about Italy in all ways since I couldn’t get across to my men. The shoe company is a big deal. If things are normal, I could tell through the company. Guess what, the inauguration was yesterday and now my men are missing,” he explained further, a little anxious. Alfred was right, something is definitely wrong. “Who is the new CEO?” “That’s the weird part. He didn’t show his last name but he’s Maximo,” he hinted. Grey reasoned it
One of Giovanni’s men walked inside and bowed slightly. “They are all here, though, not all. Three of them refused to come,” he announced. Giovanni raised his head, a silly smile on his face. “Those men must be the ones that are already thinking of fully serving Grey. They don’t know that the tide has turned and they would eventually work for me,” he stood, with happiness surging through him. “Everything will change today. I will return everything to the way it was before Grey showed up,” he looked at the man. “Let’s go.” He ordered. The man nodded and led him out of the living room into the special meeting room where there were a lot of men already waiting for Giovanni. Giovanni regarded them for a moment before he moved to sit at his usual place. “What is this meeting for exactly?” Someone asked. One of the men grunted at him. “You don’t have permission to call us out here for anything.” “Does that mean you haven’t heard the news?” Giovanni questioned suddenly and looked at the
Grey woke up with a sudden headache. He had a lot of drinks last night with Charles. In fact, Charles decided to sleep over. While Grey walked inside to sleep, Charles and Aphrodite were still chatting. They seemed to like each other's company recently or maybe Aphrodite was already falling for him. Grey looked up and realized it was almost 9 o'clock in the morning. He walked inside the bathroom for a quick bath. He picked up his phone and walked out of the room. Charles and Aphrodite were in the kitchen cooking. Grey regarded them for a moment before he turned to return to his room and probably give them time to talk further but the door opened and one of the men walked inside. He moved toward Grey and bowed slightly. “Boss, there’s someone here to see you.” Grey raised a skeptical brow. “Who?” “The man that brought her said she’s from Mr. Alfred.” Grey reasoned it for a moment and remember what he had discussed with Alfred the night before. The woman must be a family of Jimmy
Seth and Smith met each other at the office. They were very excited that things were going fine. With Grey gone, things would go even better. “Yesterday night was fun. The girls were amazing!” Smith laughed. Seth joined in. “ I told you. I told you it was going to be a lot of fun! Come, hurry up! We need to get the order and all our dreams will come through,” he jubilated. Smith smiled. “I can’t wait. We have to hurry up. Maria might have a lot of appointments today. Though it doesn’t matter how long it takes, our order will be waiting for us whenever we are given the chance to come forward,” he explained. “But I think we should do this now. I can’t wait to get my hands on it,” they both walked into the car. Smith took the driver’s side and soon, they were on the way to Protos Pubblicita. Smith was so happy and would have mocked David and the rest if they were in Jacksonville at that moment. They had all refused to help him, yet Grey eventually died. Though, he couldn’t stop think