Thomas paced the hospital hall, his teeth gritted.He'd been trying Derek's line, but no one was responding. Benson was also unreachable, Sophia's secretary also confirmed that she was currently having a board meeting. What was going on? He could have headed to the company right away, but he couldn't leave Annabelle unguarded. "Doctor!" He rushed to meet them when they stepped out. "Annabelle's condition is already fairly stable, in fact she has started responding to treatment." the doctor assured him. "Oh, thank Goodness." Thomas was relieved that none of the chaos affected her. "You should also have some rest, Mr Thomas. You lost quite some amount of blood and you were just discharged today.""I can't rest if Annabelle possibly remains in danger.""No worries, sir." The doctor waved at someone behind. Two muscular men in police uniform ran up to face them. "We've acquired some police escort to guard the patient's ward during the course of the investigation.""Good." Thomas s
"Daniel!" Jude knocked on the table to get his attention. "I was speaking to you, pal. What were you thinking about?""Nothing much." Daniel swung down another glass, his throat constricted. "What were you saying?""Who is the President of Aircastle? Did you see his face?" Jude asked again. "No, I didn't." Daniel stuttered. "I didn't dare raise my eyes to look at him."There was no way he would let Jude know that Derek was the President. "That's too bad." Jude slammed his glass on the table. "I've always wondered how the President looked like. He must be some high-ranking figure, and come from a wealthy influential family."No. He's not.It's Derek. The guy we always scorned back in College. Daniel thought to himself. "How's been work at your place, Jude?" He asked, in an attempt to shift the conversation away from himself."It's been fairly stable. By the end of this year, I have a promotion to look out for." Jude chuckled. All of a sudden, he jumped up and waved. "Guys. Over he
Derek arrived at the Winters Restaurant 20 minutes earlier. He and Benson settled in the private room booked for the meeting. "We'll have a bottle of wine, till our companions arrive." He waved the waiters away. Benson was seated beside him, both of them facing the door, with grim faces. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Derek asked him. "That the men called this meeting because of what happened with Morris?"Derek nodded, with a tight smile. It wouldn't be easy trying to defend himself in front of these men. A while after the waiters left, a knock sounded at the door and three men walked in. "Glad to see you're here on time," Albert spoke, his tall frame towering over them with angry eyes. Herbert took his seat opposite Derek, displeasure written all over his face. The last to be seated was Stephen, a small smile playing on his lips. All three of them were Elders of 3 Mafia societies under Derek. Albert jumped into the conversation immediately. "You should know why we c
"Derek, I was asking you a question. Is there any other thing you would like us to do for you?" Stephen asked again, sipping his wine. Derek's gaze flickered. "I need some men, that's all. But remember, you must keep your guard up all the time. Never relax your security, to prevent being caught unawares!"The men exchanged glances and nodded. "Who else would understand how terrifying Morris is if not us?" Herbert sighed. "We promise to be careful, Boss. In fact, I'm stationing men on the highway leading to my mansion in order to quickly detect any intrusion." Stephen nodded. "Same here, I'll inform my men to be extra-vigilant." Herbert seconded. "I'm curious about one thing, though?" Albert, who had been quiet for a while spoke. "What is the probability that your plan to defeat Morris would be successful, and we won't end up with too many casualties?"Derek and Benson exchanged looks. "Why?""We have to know what we're getting ourselves into!" He snapped. "Even if the chances of w
Benson was confused, as he stared at Derek's cold expression. "Boss, you know the truth, I would never betray you." "Oh, really?" Derek scoffed. "Even if Morris threatens you with your daughter, will you still be standing by my side?" Benson's gaze revealed conflicting emotions, never leaving Derek's face. Derek knew that his only family was a little girl, and he would give anything to keep her safe. But if it was at the expense of Derek's safety... "Boss, can you calm down and think this over?" Thomas stammered, glancing at the other men who were looking confused as well. "I'll consider thinking it over after blowing his brains off!" Derek scowled, exerting force on the trigger. "No!" Thomas screamed from behind. "Boss, please!" "Answer the damn question, you fool!" Thomas yelled at Benson who had been in a trance. Benson broke into a cold sweat at the look in Derek's eyes. "I trust that if my daughter is in danger, you will not spare your energy in rescuing her. You're the
When they arrived in the sitting room, Derek instructed Benson. "You can go ahead with the plan, and prepare our men." When he left, Benson quickly made his way to the men's quarters.Derek had instructed him to prepare men to infiltrate the Elder's Mafia. They had to insert spies among the elders to know their next plan of action.This was better than blindly trusting each of them. He selected 6 men, 2 for each mafia, and led them underground to the tattoo room. "Welcome, Boss." Jake was the man in charge of the tattoo room, which helped to prepare Derek's men with tattoos, piercings, a change in haircut, looks, and everything that could help their men fit in properly as a spy. "There are 6 men you need to make an identification tattoo for." Benson rubbed his chin in thought.He had seen some men from each Mafia before. Their identification sign hadn't escaped his shrewd eyes. Albert's men had a star tattoo in the crook of their neck, Herbert's men had a dragon tattoo on their w
Stephen flipped through the account records of his businesses with a deep frown. With each of his business bearing losses for the past few months, he was nearing a bankruptcy. "Fuck." He rubbed his temples in frustration. "What the hell is going on?"He had handed the businesses to some of his subordinates just because he was focused on the issue with Clinton, and now they were almost bankrupt. Suddenly, a loud knock sounded on the door."Come in." "Boss, there's a man here to see you." His right-hand man, Felix bowed slightly. "Who's it?" Stephen replied without looking up from the document in his hands. "He's from Master Morris.""What?" Stephen's heart skipped a beat."Is it that same man?" He suddenly jumped up, rushing out the door. "Yes. The visitor is awaiting you in the garden, Boss." Felix nodded. "Alright, go get a cup of coffee and snacks ready to the garden," Stephen ordered and quickly made his way towards the garden. Like he expected, it was Wallace- the man Mor
"Don't get all excited yet. Morris has yet to meet you all this while because he's still quite distrustful of you." Wallace poured cold water on Stephen's high hopes. Stephen was stunned silent for a while. "He still doesn't trust me?""You were supposed to prove your allegiance by killing Clinton back then, but you slacked off and allowed that rascal to take over the position! Who would trust you after that?""Wasn't it Morris himself that promised to take care of Clinton?" Stephen was shocked. "You don't still get it?" Wallace asked in an angry voice. "Even though he promised to help, the only way you could have proved your allegiance was by killing Clinton yourself. Then taking over the Head Mafia position!""Well, it wasn't my fault in any way. I only obeyed his instructions to the letter." Stephen said with a scoff. "If he had given me explicit orders instead of going through the corners, I would have proved my absolute allegiance!"Wallace only chuckled. "Even with how far we'