Chapter 116The Rolls-Royce pulled up at the Oril Cartel, the majestic five floored casino- the largest in Vernice.Maria stepped out, shades on, her bodyguards escorting her.The glittering entrance of the casino, known to high rollers and A-list celebrities, was as bustling as ever. The doorman, an imposing bulk of muscle, nodded silently and gestured to his partner to let Maria in. Walking past the public gambling floors, roulette wheels spinning, dice tumbling and slots chiming, a feeling of deja vu overwhelmed her. Scantily clad women in sequined leotards, sky-high heels, and dramatic smokey eye makeup strut amongst the gambling tables. The pole dancers gyrated their toned bodies to pounding club music under the colorful strobe lights of the casino. Their real purpose was to entice high roller clientele to spend even more exorbitantly after hours for private personal entertainment. Maria remembered her past life - a life that now irritated her. They got to the elevator and the b
Chapter 117Maria's blood went cold on hearing that. For the first time she felt uncomfortable. How did he know he had a son? “I don't know what you are talking about, Wyatt”“Don't try to play smart with me Maria. You wanted us to get into business - this is business. I want my son”“You don't have a son, Wyatt”“Don't play with me, Maria. Don't you dare try to play with my head.”“What makes you think you have a son?”“I don't think so. I know I have a son. That was the one reason why you tried to kill me, Maria. Don't try to play dumb with me.”Maria was quiet. Wyatt was the wrong person to try to manipulate. “What do you want, Wyatt?”“I told you. I want my son”“He is not your son, Wyatt”“Don’t piss me off Maria…”“He is of Rodriguez blood, Wyatt. He is not your blood. He is not your son. He's nothing of you. He has a lineage and a promising inheritance ahead of him, Wyatt. Your son died a long time ago”“How dare you!”, Wyatt roared, banging the table before him. Maria squi
Chapter 118The district head was at the door of the house when Maria's Rolls-Royce eased into the compound.“What the hell is this idiot doing here again?”The driver got the door and Maria stepped out rather hastily. The door man came down to take her bag from her and walked up the stairs behind her. Opening the door, she met the district head standing in the visitor's lounge and Vincenzo in the adjoining living room.“She's here already”, Vincenzo said as she walked in.“Buonasera Mrs. Rodriguez (good evening). You are right on time.”“What's the problem exactly?”she asked, taking off her glasses.“I’m here to take you and Emilio in for questioning”“Questioning?!”, Vincenzo and Maria exclaimed simultaneously.Maria scoffed. “You must be joking, officer. This is completely ridiculous”“I mean no jokes, Signora”“What?”“But officer, I don't understand”, Vincenzo said, quite baffled.“Yes, Signore. Based on the evidence we got, we've come to conclusions that your wife and your son a
Chapter 119The detective paced in the dimly lit room, the faint thump sound of his steps interrupting the silence in the room. His suspect kept her head down, her fingers fidgeting. The detective stopped moving suddenly and his face came into the light that the dim lamp provided. “We found you in possession of this”, the detective said, holding up the pendant in the air. “Can you tell me how you got this?”“I…I …I was..gi…gi… given”“By who?”“My madam”“And why do you think Mrs. Rodriguez gave you something so valuable?”Maria hesitated. Her voice was shaky making her stammering even worse.“I…I…don't know”“You don't kn…kn..kn..know?”*Was it your birthday?”“No”, she said in a low tone. “So why? I mean, this is worth over hundreds of thousand of euros. Do you think your madam would just dash it out just like that?”“Sh…sh..sh..she..”“She what?”Madeline wimped, her body quivering with fear. She didn't want to go to jail but she wasn't dumb to not realize she'd been set up. Mad
Chapter 120“Vehicle?”, the voice came from over the phone.“It's a white Toyota Sequoia”“Good. Keep me posted on Andrea”“Yes Signore”The call terminated. He fixed the bullets in the gun, the clack sound echoing in the dark room. He put a few more in his jacket pocket and picked up a ski mask from the table. There was no way he wasn’t killing that son of a bastard. Meanwhile, traffic held Asher and the boys. “Would you move dammit!”, Garfy cursed at the driver in front of him.“This traffic is so slow!”Asher glanced at his watch. “We don't have much time left. How far away are we from the Marco Polo airport?”“Still about thirty minutes Boss”, Lego said looking at his smartwatch.“Why is there always traffic in the city?”“Because this isn't America Garfy. The city has more water than land. Haven't you noticed? That's why there are more road transport mediums like water taxis and vaporettos”“Whatever man. They should have better road networks”Lego smiled halfway and shook hi
Chapter 121The flight to New York City was an eight-hour flight and Asher had to stay at a hotel. The boys too were with him. Early the next morning, he had Riccardo send one of his cars to the hotel.“Master? So glad to hear from you. How is Italy?”“Italy is fine, Riccardo. I'm at the Renaissance Hotel now. I need you to send a car down here’“You are back, Master?”“Yes Riccardo. I'm in the city. I came in yesterday”“Woah… that was more short noticed than I thought”“I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys ahead. It was kind of an impromptu decision on my part too”“Oh no Master. I'm really delighted that you are back. Running that company is a whole lot without you there, Signore. Onestamente (truthfully)”Asher laughed a little. “Well I'm back now so I can take the stress off you and Sofia. I really appreciate you guys for doing a splendid job. Thank you and extend my appreciation to Sofia”“Anything for you Master. We owe you our very best anytime.”“Thank you. I really appreciate i
Chapter 122“So where are we meeting, Maria? It's almost the weekend”, Wyatt said, as he moved across the hall of his office to where the couch was. He twirled the golden coloured liquid, the glass in his hand contained.“Buy me some time Wyatt. I've been busy”“Busy?”, Wyatt said with clear sarcasm in his tone.“What could you be busy with, Maria? Aren't you the queen of the Rodriguez household? I thought you were the wife of Vincenzo Rodriguez - the Rodriguez; the richest family in the whole of Italy. Has looking rich and ordering wares from the best of designers become a little too burdening for you?”Marco rolled her eyes, disgusted and angry. She couldn't even retort. She'd lost her pride and ego. Her ability to command. And she was damn well frustrated by it.“I heard about the poisoning incident at the Rodriguez household. How's your husband now?”“What is it to you?”Wyatt smirked. “You are trying to kill the old fellow, aren't you?”“And why would I do that?”“Oh please, Mar
Chapter 123“I want him dead”, Maria said, pacing the empty room slowly. “I want him dead tonight”Sandos swiped his head right sharply- the crack sound of ached bones resounding in the room.“Signora..”“You are the only man for the job Sandos.”“The target is a tasky one, Signora. Il signor Oril non è un bersaglio facile. (Mr Oril isn't an easy target). Mr. Oril is no small target. He has heavy security on him; it's almost impenetrable.”“Don't tell me what I already know, Sandos!”, Maria said, slightly vexed, making an effort to keep her voice down. “Why do you think you are the only one here? I trust that you are up to the task, Sandos.”, She straightened herself up.“So tell me, are you up to the task or are you not up to the task?”Sandos cracked the left side of his neck. “You can trust me to get it done Signora”“Perfect. I thought so”She gestured with waving two fingers up that he could leave. Just before the door knob turned, she said,“And Sandos?”“Yes Signora”“I don't