THE ELDERS II"The Sokolov’s Manor," Estrellia dubbed as she drove Brandon inside the master piece of architectural design that embalmed the mansion. It was the destination of the elder he was going to meet. "We have a good relationship with the Russians, so it would be a good meeting," Brandon affirmed, gently patting her on the arms. "Everything has been sorted out, and I did my job; it’s my first since I returned, so I won’t disappoint you," she replied, holding the open button in the car’s control.He strode out of the car, standing tall and confident with his muscular body exuding his perfect body and his well-tappered trousers, the colors of his suit acting as a perfect blend for his newly dyed and gelled black hair. " Good luck; he should be an old man, or not?" Estrellia blurted out as she zoomed off. " Wait! What--?" she disappered before he could talk. Brandon smirked, showing off the subtle curves of his lips unintentionally."How may I help you, handsome?" the m
FREDRICK AND LAMAR. The sun was going down and the sky was cloudless when Andallio’s car returned to the glass house. Fredrick waited outside, strolling without a direction, until Andallio went inside with his guards."Are you going to ignore what I asked you?" Fredrick trolled as Lamar passed by. He wasn't helped by any of the guards that were with them, and it slowed his movement down. "No! That’s my answer; I won’t join you." Lamar bruised with his words."Really? Even after what he did to you? How many days do you have left to live?" Fredrick asked menacely. He helped Lamar, placing his hands on his neck and walking inside the glass house."Thank you, buy I didn’t ask; Andallio can do whatever he wants with me; I don’t mind," Lamar jacked him off."Do you think I am stuck here? You think I love the way things are run here; I hope you’re not thinking I am cool with not helping to restore the Silverrio’s empire." Fredrick inquired swiftly.Lamar heaved a great sigh, streaking
AT THE TABLE."It’ll soon be over; Hailey will go down, and so will RAD," Brandon said, kissing the picture of his son hung on the dressing mirror. He took the cufflinks and fixed them to the holes in his sleeves. " I am ready for the party," he smiled, sliding his pistol inside his suit as he brushed the curls on his hair. He noticed the black dye was fading off, leaving streaks of brown hair on his head." I’ll leave you that way." He took his phone and slammed the door. The table was set, and the party was scheduled to start in a few minutes. None of the invited guests had shown up. Not even the bride, Esmeralda." Boss," madrigal cleed out, waving up to him a clutch. They shook hands, taking a seat at the table as Brandon lingered on his watch. "Think they won’t show up?" Madrigal asked tiredly. His eyes were wrinkled and teary. " It’s impossible; all humans want something, and when they’re desperate, they would go into the fire to get it," Brandon arced confidently. T
GIRLs AT THE TABLE. Madrigal dropped Esmeralda off in front of Hailey’s apartment, just as she had commanded him. She went inside to get the car’s control from Hailey but waited after seeing Madrigal's car still parked outside their gate. " You’re really getting on my nerves, Madrigal. Follow me, or just monitor me? still acting like the victim?" She cussed driving out after he disappeared.Esmeralda also picked up the dress she would be wearing to the party tonight. Her phone beeped while she was driving, and she took the call when she saw who it was. " Vanessa, I am driving. Can I call you back?" She asked Camly." Are you going to the party, I mean, Brandon’s party—haha?" She forced a laugh and heaved a great sigh. " Why am I even asking? You’re his legal wife now, and I am just some piece of sh*t," she conferred sadly." No, if you want to come along, so we’ll talk, I can pick you up; just send your location to me," Esmeralda replied instantly, waiting for her loca
BRANDON. Seeing Vanessa disturbed him, but he had to lay his focus on the purpose of their gathering. Middling nothing with his emotions, he blotted the sight of her out of his head. Effortlessly displaying his demeanor like she didn’t exist, He kept it up until there was a break. A short one, and he decided to speak urgently to Esmeralda about it. "I don't think you should," Madrigal shouldered; he didn’t see any positive outcome that Brandon would get from talking to her. The deed has been done."I insist. Though I put up this act, I don’t want to do anything to hurt Vanessa; she’s done me no wrong," Brandon uttered, standing vehemently on his words. He excused Esmeralda, and they exited the table to the back of the mansion. The altercation between them started with him maintaining his cool until Vanessa showed up de-smiled and frowning."Calm down, Vanessa; you shouldn’t be here; you’re nothing like everyone here; it’s dangerous," Brandon domineered."Wow—I should clap for you
ESMERALD."It almost feels so unreal," she whizzed as Brandon gave them their own proof of the feigned treaty they signed. She bewailed his newly found strength and the overconfidence he had in everything. Not even Vanessa’s presence kept him away. He acted like she wasn’t even thereafter they returned to the table. "He's back like she didn’t even threaten not to ever show up; I guess he felt she was joking!" she marveled. Esmeralda excused herself after the party, uninterested in the food. Her head was heavy, and her mind was clouded. She craved alcohol and wanted to drink without anyone stressing her out, like the guard at the gallery. "I can’t even smoke," she brawled, wavering into the mansion. "Get me something strong!" she ordered the maids passing by. " Ma’am my shift is over and—" the maid complained, and Esmeralda stood up against her. Scared to death, the maid franked out yelling. "Relax, I am not hurting you," she said, joining her palms in a harmless plea."Yeah
AT THE JEWELRY STORE. Levitating his mind on the solemn music that resonated in the arena from the sonogram gramophone, Torillio fixated with his eyes closed, smoking his blunt, as he planted himself blithely on the glass shelf that once beheld his treasured jewels. "Boss, don’t you think the loud music will draw the neighbors or even the police’s attention to us?" One of his men asked worriedly. "This fight is against the family, not the police; keep calm," he grudgingly answered, puffing out smoke with his eyes still closed. "Let me know when he gets here," he gleaned as he put his feet to sleep on the shelf. "I think he’s here, boss; you can’t sleep now; you were miserably up all night," another guard spoke up. "Let him in; I am up!" He jumped down from the glass shelf. "Ouch—I almost hurt myself," he dusted the cloth, ripping off the seal with caution rope tied around the stuff in his way. " Old friend! Artur0!!!" He roared, shaking hands with him. He invited him o
AT DON SILVERRIO’S APARTMENT. The sky was clear and almost sunset when Brandon and Madrigal stepped out of the mansion; they got to Don Silverrio’s very early. " My father is sleeping; go back!" Fidellin scored rudely as he ordered his men to kick them out. "Did you make her run away!" he flared asking Brandon. He had just gotten off the call from Esmeralda about Vanessa." What do you mean? I don’t understand it," Brandon asked him, humbly resting on the door. "Hey—who’s at the door? Why is there so much noise?" Don Silverrio yelled from the window in his office. " Hey partner—you wouldn’t let me in; should I go back?" Brandon asked, yelling in response. " How dare you threaten an old man in his house? You’re despicable, Brandon!" Fidelin arched bracingly. "No! Come up, please," Don Silverrio commanded. Fidelin was forced to open the door for the both of them. "Find your way!" He walked out on them violently. "Funny—is Vanessa really not the boss? How will you spea