“A loan? That's impossible… what are you going to use as collateral?” Miller's expression shows he wasn't in support of this idea of hers.“I'd get to figure that out later… for now… I need to talk to my bank manager. Let's see how much loan I can get.” Megan wiped her tears, putting up a smile. She was stuck with this, it was now left to her to figure out how to bring herself out.“No… okay? No… okay at least, wait for a few days, if nothing is done, you can go ahead to apply for a loan.” Miller suggested.“Why? It's a week until their salary date…. how…”“Just do what I have said. I hate to break it to you but I'm sure you know who wants your happiness now and who doesn't?” Miller was being sincere and Megan could see that in his eyes.She didn't bother to argue with him. He was right. The last time she thought she knew best she got played.Later that night at 11;44 pm, Miller was still sitting at his table. He was usually on his laptop, having meetings, talking to his troops, sever
“Who the fuck is that?! I'm busy, okay? Fuck off!” Mr. Wilson barked, his expression dark.He was raging with anger, and his men knew he hates being disturbed when having his fun. He thought his men were out the door? Who the fuck was knocking non-stop like a bastard?!“Boss? I'm sorry… this…uh… your attention is needed outside.” Mr. Wilson heard one of his men say outside the door.He paused for a second and turned to look at the door. His attention was needed now of all times? “Get lost, Max! I'm in the middle of something! And you know that!” Mr. Wilson shouted.“I'm sorry Boss… but it's really important. The person says it's a matter of life and death.” Max explained, causing Mr Wilson to narrow his eyes.He turned to the lady in front of him and slowly pulled away from her.“I'll be out soon!” Lincoln said to him and gently wrapped up what he was doing.“Get out, and I don't wanna see your face here.” He said to the lady who wrapped herself up with the sheets and moved away fro
“It's called a club brotherhood, kid! It's not a cult! I won't warn you again!” Harry warned. He could have made use of his power, wealth and influence to get rid of him but Lopez was dead.“I don't give a fuck what name you address your gathering, old man… What the fuck are you here for! I have other important matters to take care of.”Harry took a deep breath and raised his head up at Lincoln, “I need your help… it's between life and death.”Lincoln scoffed, “You need my help? No… isn't Lopez your Boss? Why do you suddenly need my help? Hahaha.” His tone was filled with mockery.“Lopez is dead.” Harry announced.Lincoln smirked… he was starting to see where this thing was heading to, “Oh, my condolences… sorry for your loss.” He pretended like he had no idea of that.“So… what am I supposed to do with this piece of information?” Lincoln was blunt.“That's where you come in. Because of his death… he was the strongest Mafia in the whole world… and since you've replaced him, you can co
“What?” Lincoln muttered in disbelief as several drops of blood rolled down his palms.The blood dropped on his pants a few times and on his table. Before Lincoln could process what was happening, it had stained his clothes, his table and his important files!What the heck was inside the envelope?“What the fuck is inside?” Harry stood from his seat and checked it out.Lincoln was now very furious as to how stain his shirt was now looking. Plus, the envelope had absolutely nothing inside other than blood!Wait… he was sent blood in an envelope?The blood didn't seem to be out all this while but when he opened it, he was mysteriously stained by it?This was not good, especially since he knows what blood indicates and it gets him pissed. “Something isn't right…” “Why?” Harry had a concerned look on his face.Lincoln ignored him and brought out his phone. He dialed a number and placed it on his ear.“Multiply your men! Get about ten each for each office! And the entrance of this place
To make sure the video he just watched was authentic, he walks over to check the CCTV camera and a man was there walking over to the direction of his office, looking up at the camera and wearing a mask. It felt like the masked man could see him from the camera. Lincoln looked down at him and the masked man looked up at him and this got Lincoln's heart racing for no reason.Lincoln suddenly felt a cold sweat rolling down his forehead to his jaw line. He felt a sudden headache and his heart pounded loudly in his chest.His palm got all sweaty but he tried to hide it as he watched the video of a man jumping into the store room, down to the elevator.He was on masks, so his men were able to know that he was the masked man! While Lincoln was sweating and watching something on his laptop… Harry's gaze never left him. He could tell that something was wrong. Lincoln looked terrified. And for some reason he couldn't put it in place, Lincoln's terrified look, made him terrified as well.Sudde
Lincoln raised his hands and placed it on his right ear. He brought his hands down to see that indeed, the bullet scratched him.“You son of a bitch!” Lincoln cursed under his breath. His heart was pounding and for a second, he thought today was his last.He didn't expect this man to be so smooth in shooting, what was he? A god? The man shot at him but he aimed to scare him and Lincoln had to admit, he was terrified. One would have thought the bullet was going into his skin with how fast the man pulled his trigger. But the bullet was aimed at the wall, so it passed his ear and landed on the wall.He was good, Lincoln had to admit.“Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm going to blow your skulls out if you leave me out here!” Lincoln turned to Harry who was slowly trying to escape through the window.“Hahaha! Don't stop him!” The masked man said to Lincoln… more like he had seen Harry trying to leave but just allowed him.“I wasn't talking to you! Get the hell out of my office, this minute! I Don't like
Then his face came into view.“My name is Miller Dubios Scofield. You don't have to introduce yourself, I know who you are, Mr. Wilson.” Miller stretched his hands out for a shake.Lincoln was breathing heavily and he wasn't sure if he was safe shaking hands with such a person but he dares not shake him back if he loves his life. He wouldn't wanna end up like old Harry, would he?“Sure, Mr. Scofield…” Lincoln shook his hands back.“Have your seat, I wanna have a conversation with you!” Miller gestured for him to sit while he sat on the Lincoln chair, facing him.Lincoln swallowed hard. Miller was sitting on his seat, while he was left to sit in front of him like he was a client.But he didn't dare object.“Like I said earlier, I know who you are and I know of the position you hold here in Fox River and the whole world. And since you've gotten Harry to sign 50 percent of his fortune to you, you're even more mighty than the average man…. Plus, you're now the famous Mafia Lord in the cit
The entire family seems to be in mourning attire and Megan was in tears as well as her mother.Miller didn't dress like them but he walked over to Megan to console and ask what was going on.“Miller, I'm so scared, I can't hide it anymore.” Megan cried as she announced the death of the third member of her father's club.“Shit, that's crazy…” Miller sympathizes with the family.But trust Eleanor to be overly dramatic. She kept on crying non-stop and her voice was the loudest in the living room.“This is getting outrageously dangerous. Is Old Master Franco safe out there?” Eleanor asked Levi.“He has to be there when the body arrives. Plus he's with other members so they are all safe.”“But Uncle, don't you think this masked man is going from house to house to kill these men?” Ava asked, her voice trembling in fear.“We are still on the lookout for that monster.” Levi said, turning to look at little Andy before taking a deep breath.Miller noticed the little kid was there with them as w