Andallio met with the investigators, who were done investigating Herveaux’s murder. " So how did your investigation end?" he asked possessively. The higher-ranking officers with a smile were willing to surrender their tips and evidence, except for one young cop who refused to. "Which one of you brought this nincompoop here?" Andallio roared, tugging his hands on the young man’s neck. "Don’t mind him, sir; no matter what he says, I have ruled the case a suicide." The officer in no uniform stepped up. He looked older and had gray hair; he was most likely the one who led the team for their investigation."This is wrong, and it’s against the law!" The young officer reacted angrily. "He's quite an interesting man, so what happens when someone goes against the law?" Andallio asked mockingly. "Justice eventually catches up with them!" The young officers threatened. Andallio examined him disgustedly from the top of his head to his toe. "You’re the officer from yesterday, right? Yeah, you
AT THE MANSIONMadrigal’s hands frizzled as the sun rose up, faintly setting and shining upon his face as he was standing on the balcony on top of the building. "Madrigal—why did you act like that? You could just tell her you’re busy or have an update with Brandon." Nathalie snuggled up to him. "Stop—what happened back there shouldn’t be; this is all facade, and you know it," Madrigal said to her sternly. "I know, but I like you, and you know it," she said, still holding hands with him. "Forget about the kiss and what is wrong with Brandon; he’s taking this thing too seriously," Nathalie complained, rubbing her back against his broad chest. "Hailey is our only big enemy that’s left; once she's sealed out, everything gets solved," Madrigal said flawlessly. He checked the time on his golden wristwatch. "It’s almost 8:00 a.m.; where is Brandon?" Madrigal asked her. He left the dining room immediately after Esmeralda asked him to drive her out. "He’s downstairs explaining
AT THE FAMILY."Chevrolet! Nice ride—who do you seek?" A drug junkie, vaping and snorting as he did, stopped Andallio and his men from entering Cortez’s hotel."Here to you, Cortez," Lamar said, sticking his head out of the window to talk to the drug junkie. "What have you got?" the drug jukie asked. He ordered them to move their car aside so the truck could go in. The truck was filled with stark naked ladies flaunting their titti** and a DJ playing loud music."I think you made a good catch, Lamar; make sure this works out; if it doesn't, we have one more shot at it," Andallio replied, referring to Fredrick, whose eyes were stern and hoping Lamar’s plan would fail."Yeah, back to you. Does Cortez know you’re coming?" The junkie asked, flaunting his ice-encrusted diamond teeth. It didn’t look good because of his appearance. He had pink-colored hair, his whole body and face were covered in tattoos, and his dress was ripped. "Is this the guy we’re going to trust? He’s a druggie and
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