“Do you want to talk about it?” Hercules asked. Henry let out a breath, and calmly nodded. They took a seat by the little pond. Henry let out a breath again.“Tell me man. What ever the problem is. You have being sighing all night.” Hercules turned to face him. henry looked into Hercules face.“ I no longer trust Jackson” he said. Hercules began by slowly nodding his head. “ okay. This is not really new. As a new Mafia lord, I experienced something like this. I just didn’t know who were my friends or my foe” he said. “ I know that feeling but I also want you to know that it doesn’t last”“what if you have proof?” henry said.“ proof? Proof of what?” Hercules asked. He raised an eyebrow wondering what Henry was talking about.Almost immediately, Henry took out his phone from his back pocket. He scrolled through for a moment, and took out a picture. And so he began to explain all these to Hercules. He explained how very message that had been sent, happened to be the exact truth about
Marcus parked the sleek black sedan a few blocks away from the prison, ensuring no prying eyes would catch him entering. The sweat he had accumulated while stealing out of the house had disappeared. Thanks to the AC. He was dying of anxiety of not seeing her. He looked from left to bright and sighed. His informant was right. Now was the right time.The night was chilly, and the streets were deserted, except for the occasional patrol car. He adjusted his coat, the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders as he walked purposefully towards the looming prison walls. “Marcus” he turned immediately. It was Officer Rodney. His inside man.“Follow me” he said and they walked a little distance. The officer tapped on a wall and the door slid open. There was no way that was a door, Henry thought.Inside, under the dying lights of the visitation room, Sabrina, his girlfriend awaited him. Her blonde hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and she wore the plain prison uniform with a cer
Laura turned to the girls and put a finger to her lips. She took the phone from the warder and walked a distance.“Hello” she breathed.“Laura king. Finally we get to speak” the deep Russian voice said from the other end of the phone.Laura smirked. She always gets what she wants. She had told the informant, that she would not do anything until she gets to meet the boss. “Yes, I am okay I am speaking directly to the boss”“Okay what is the update?” he asked almost immediately. Laura was taken aback, as how he went straight to business. She wanted to do a little chitchat and then she would slowly ask him when he would help her get the Fuck out of this dingy prison. The Russian mafia had a way of getting her out. At least that was what the informant said, before she agreed to do the job. Though that was not the only reason she agreed to the job.She laughed nervously and she twirled her hair. She took her voice lower and purred. “Aren’t you in a haste boss?”“Get on with it Laura, I ha
Elena’s POV“Elena!” Fiona yelled.“Huh” I immediately turned. “Oh I’m sorry for calling you like that. I had been calling you since but you didn’t reply. Are you okay?” Fiona said the last part with so much care. I nodded quickly. Shit. I had zoned out again.“I am fine. Don’t worry about me. I just remembered something” I said smiling nervously. Fiona smiled slowly.“I think the boss wants to see you now” she smiled. I smiled back at her and headed for the elevator. Waving her goodbye. Breathe Elena Breathe. It can’t be him. I mean I know he was pissed at me and I thought about him a lot but why will I hear of Mafia and think of Henry. I mean there are many mafia men around. I got to his floor and began towards his office.I strained my neck and there he was. In flesh and bloodHenry. Immediately I spun around. My heart hammered against my chest. I made a dash to the receptionist on his floor.“Where can I find the bathroom?” My voice was all panicky “Anxiety huh” the recep
Chapter One Hundred and Seventy FiveA day earlier.Henry thought the storm was over, after Jackson defended them during that job. He had deleted all those anonymous messages. Happy and content, he turned his Focus to the king conglomerate. The director had informed him of a business they were going to acquire. He didn’t want to but when he heard the name of the business, his interest was piqued.“Did you say Duke Fashion house?” he asked. The director nodded.“Yes sir. It was part of the business Luther had mapped out to own, before he died” he replied. Henry went through the files. Reading through it. Then something struck him.“Is this not where Elena worked” he muttered.“I didn’t get that sir” the director said.“Oh it’s alright. “He said aloud. As he stared at the papers, an idea sprang up from his head. He smirked. Elena could reject him but he couldn’t wait to see her face, when she realized he was her boss. “Come on we will buy it. Commence meetings” he said and the directo
Ruby’s POVEver since I had that confrontation with Marissa, Hercules had been complaining that I had grown distant. He said I rarely came up to his room, neither did I let him come to mine. I couldn’t tell him my reasons, I just prayed he understood me. After breakfast, I took a walk in the garden and I looked up and froze. I couldn’t believe it.Hercules was staring at me. My heart raced.Was anything on my face? Was it the make up? Does he know? Immediately I looked away. In my head, I was running around like a headless chicken. OMG! What does that mean? Why was he staring at me? Did Marissa say anything?I instantly ran upstairs and straight to my room. The moment I shut the door behind me, I leaned into it as my heart raced. I didn’t leave my room again. So I began to target when he wasn’t around to come out of the house, but weirdly I always bumped into him. I felt sad that I had to avoid him these days.Two days later, the house was getting fumigated. Henry said he had seen
Jackson was restless all through the night. He kept asking himself questions. Questions he had no answers to. He had thought he was now in Henry’s good graces but with the way Henry spoke to him that evening, he knew something was wrong. “Boys!” he heard Marcus come into the other room. “ We have a meeting with the boss” Jackson stood up, grabbed his phone from the night stand. He walked out the door and saw Marcus.“Hey man” Jackson closed the door. Marcus watched as he was coming out. He didn’t know how to say it so he coughed.“what?” Jackson asked. He wasn’t oblivious to what was happening. He just wanted to hear it from the horses mouth. “Emm I think you will have to sit this one out”“Why?” Jackson said almost immediately. Marcus looked away. He didn’t want to be the one to say it but he had to.Marcus went silent.Jackson stormed out of the house. His footsteps echoing off the cold concrete walls.Marcus followed him. Then he stopped at a distance. Jackson. Stopped too. Hi
Elena had been enjoying a quiet Saturday afternoon at Danny’s home. Not she loved staying at Danny’s. He had compelled her to come over.She was lost in the pages of a novel that offered her an escape from the annoying life she was living. The soft murmur of the air conditioner and the distant chirping of birds outside were the only sounds that filled the cozy apartment. Happy that the devil of Danny had left the house earlier. She was free to fantasize about she and Henry. And of course she took the job but didn’t mention to Danny that her now boss was Henry.The doorbell shattered the quietness, jolting Elena out of her literary world. She hesitated, wondering who could be visiting unannounced on a weekend. Danny didn’t tell her that someone was coming.Setting her book aside, she moved towards the door and opened it to find Claire standing there, her usually bright eyes clouded with unease. What was she doing here? She wondered. Who even told her she was here?."Elena, can we talk