Chapter 145The piercing sounds of owls echoing through the air was the only thing keeping Asher company in the dead of night.By past midnight, the rest of the household had gone asleep but Asher stayed awake - restless. As the minutes slowly crept by, his anger and concern grew stronger while the darkness pressed in on all sides.Today had been too close a call. Today, they'd gotten a good shot at him and something seemed to rip in him a little bit. . But he knew in his soul that it was merely luck that saved him. And maybe a bit of grace since he'd survived loads of other attempts. They were becoming bolder and more brazen in their attempts to end him. Had he really let his guard down ? Not a bit. He'd increased his security as soon as he arrived here because he knew Andrea and his mother were more desperate than ever to get rid of him. And more desperate meant more drastic measures were being applied to take him out.Andrea and his mother had made it crystal clear - they wanted hi
Chapter 146Andrea was having lunch when Gwandon arrived. He tipped his wine glass into his mouth, letting the red liquid have its way. The elevator doors opened just as he set the glass down.“Mr. Gwandon, you are here already”, Andrea said as he stepped into the room. “Mr. Andrea”, Gwandon responded as he set down his small briefcase on the center table.“Care to join me?”“Apologies Mr. Andrea. I prefer to pass”Andrea seemed to pause for a moment before he smiled - the kind of smile that made you feel uncomfortable - the kind of smile Gwandon found funny.Andrea rose from the table where he was seated. One of the bodyguards attended to him, bringing him a napkin to clean his hands. When he was done, he took the wine glass and started walking over to the living room area where Gwandon sat.“You said we had a problem?”, Andrea asked as he sat down.“This”Gwandon tossed the tablet across the table to where Andrea sat. The pictures of the previous day's events displayed on the scr
Chapter 147The sniper man zoomed in on the screen in front of him. “Got it. I've locked it him in”“Cool. When do I get my cut?”“Come by in the evening. I'll have it ready”The call was terminated.The sniper guy placed the phone on the metal table top and took out a screw driver from where it hung. In minutes, he'd dismantled the phone, clearing the contents into the waste bag beside him.He grabbed the pistol on the table and put the dismantled pieces together, making sure it was loaded. His eyes drifted shut as he took a deep, calming breath. When they opened once more, all traces of doubt and hesitation were gone, replaced by icy determination. With clinical precision, he disassembled the ominous device before him, categorizing and organizing each miniscule component with laser focus. One by one, they merged together under his skilled hands, sliding into place with mechanical efficiency until only a seamless whole remained. Securing it in the inner pockets of his loose pants, he
Chapter 148Riccardo walked forward and placed the tablet on the desk. “Good day Signore”“How are you?”But Asher didn't even wait for the response. He put the call off hold mode.“Buon pomeriggio Father. How are you doing?(good afternoon)”“Emilio, mio figlio (my son). Are you okay? What is this I hear on the news? An assassination attack on you at the office?”“Yes… Father. There was… I was attacked at the office”“Oh Mio Dio (my God) … you don't mean to say!”“That's what happened Father”Vincenzo was beyond dumbfounded. His mind struggled to process the escalating chaos that surrounded him. The relentless onslaught of attacks, the sheer audacity of the situation - it was beyond anything he had ever imagined. What had once seemed like a mere consequence of Emilio's arrival in town and the typical Mafia power struggles had now morphed into a malevolent force that threatened not only Emilio but the entire Rodriguez household.The height of the attacks and the situation of things ha
Chapter 149For the rest of the next day, Asher was restless. He wasn't supposed to be bothered by it yet he was. Why? He didn't know for sure but he thought over and over, the possibilities of the unknown caller having all the information he wanted and more. But what if it was a scam - a trap, something to lure him into the lion's den. After all, they'd just tried killing him and that had been no random shot. It was a vivid and bold attack on his life - an attempt that had somewhat triggered his steps towards revenge…. And a percentage of desperation. Ping Ping!The scren of his Samsung lit up. He looked over at the smartphone. The screen was on with a notification of a message that had just popped in.“Clandenson Halls, 425 District, Dale Avenue 5.30 p.m”Asher glanced at his Piaget watch. He had just an hour and fifteen minutes to make up his mind. Like he'd said before, this could just be some jobless random youth trying to sell cheap gossip to him. But the what ifs.. the what
Chapter 150 “Hey Gaius”“Garfy! Garfy, is that you?”“Yeah man. What's up?”“God! I've been trying to reach you guys. What happened to your other number? ”“I … I kind of lost it and I changed my phone recently so I lost all the contacts.”, Garfy said, a guilty feeling overwhelming him.“How… how are you … Gai?”“I'm good. I'm good. And Lego?”“He's fine. He's here”“What’s up Gai? How've you been? How's everything over there?”“I'm great. I'm okay. Everything's great”“Look Gaius, we are really sorry we've not been checking up…”“No it's fine .. it's fine. Totally..”“Ooh.. ummm.. I know”“Hold up okay”, Gaius said, looking around him.“Just listen. Listen. I have to tell you guys something. But first, what's the police saying about Mr. Wyatt's death?”“Mr Wyatt?”, Garfy said, a little at sea as the name didn't ring a bell in his head.“Yeah, yeah. Mr Wyatt”“I don't…”“Oril, Oril. Oril enterprises”, Gaius said, quickly, his voice sounding desperate to get it over with.“Oh yeah… M
Chapter 151The Aston Martin sped across the highway as Asher pedaled away. His phone was hooked on the phone holder in the car, connected to the speakers on his phone.“Siri, call the last number on my dial”“Calling anonymous”Asher slowed down a little as he came to the descending path of the highway. “Mr. Asher”, the voice came from over the speakers. “I believe you saw the location I dropped”“We are not meeting there”“Pardon?”“Listen. We'll meet on my terms. If you really want that favour and if you are legit, you'll turn up”“Mr. Asher…”“I’ll be at De Latè in twenty minutes. Meet me there”Asher put a finger on the end icon. The call terminated immediately. Suddenly, he took the U-turn, turning into it roughly. He sped off in the opposite direction, headed for the café. He had better know what he was up to.******************“Riccardo!”“Sofia! Sofia!”, Garfy called out. Signore Riccardo came out from one of the adjoining rooms connected to the living room.“Is there a p
Chapter 152Asher came out of his car, the click sound of locked doors following the car key buttons. He began walking away from the car to the entrance of the building. He pushed the glass door open and the small doorbell jingled above his head.The bakery was on the ground floor of the compact one storey building. As he walked towards the stairs, leading up to the café upstairs, he sighted Uncle DaBeniro attending to a customer. With him was his youngest grandaughter - Melissa.The moment he got up, he knew he wasn't supposed to be there. He felt it. But at this point, there was absolutely no going back. There weren't too many people in the café. Once again, he spotted - this time fully - the oddly dressed guy and he could tell at once that it was him. Asher moved to the farthest seat on the floor at the left corner closest to the big window.“Mr. Asher, it's nice to finally meet you”************************The still quietness of the room gave it an uncomfortable aura, coupled wit