The air hung heavy with tension as I slowly regained consciousness. The throbbing pain in my head matched the disorientation that I felt. As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I realized that I was bound to a chair. Confusion and fear washed over me until I noticed Sancho's wife standing over a figure on the floor. She was trying to resuscitate the person and I could see blood all over him.Isn’t that the Contractor? Why was she by his side? I could not comprehend the setting I found myself in as I regained full consciousness. The groans of the subdued Contractor reached my ears, and my eyes widened with disbelief. The man on the floor was no stranger. He was my uncle, the one who had once been a part of my life. The one who trained me and sent me to the army. Uncle Lexxe was the contractor and as hard it was for me to take in, he had now become a shadowy antagonist in the twisted saga of the Martinez Gang.“Uncle Lexxe, is that you?” I asked with a very weakened voice. “Uncle Lexxe
In the aftermath of the revelations and the tragic demise of my uncle, Uncle Lexxe, who was once known as the Contractor, a heavy silence hung in the air. The room, which had witnessed a turbulent confrontation, now bore the weight of mourning and contemplation. Larry and I had decided to go to the hotel rather than the safe house. There was nothing to be afraid of for now.I stood in the dimly lit space, her emotions swirling like a tempest within. Larry, too, grappled with the complexities of the situation. The man we had just lost was not merely a shadowy adversary; he was a part of our shared history, a connection to a past that had been marred by betrayal and deception.As Larry surveyed the room, he could sense my inner turmoil. The flickering light cast shadows on my face, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath the tough exterior I often wore. The loss of my uncle, no matter how far he had strayed, struck a chord deep within her."I'm sorry, Cassie," Larry said, his voice fill
The journey to the safe house was a silent one, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air. I sat in the back seat, my thoughts swirling with the revelation that had unfolded in the aftermath of the death of the Contractor. Larry, driving with a focused determination, occasionally glanced at me through the rearview mirror, sensing the storm of emotions within me.Larry understood me quite well and, at that moment in time, I did not want to be spoken to. I just wanted to think, I wanted to mourn, and I wanted to plan. Yet, I could not wrap my head that I was sent to kill the people responsible for the death of my family and I ended up getting pregnant for a man from that same family. The family that stole my life and destroyed my family. The family who stole what my parents built. The family responsible for turning me into this beast I have become.The safe house, nestled away from the prying eyes of the world, stood as a refuge and a place where confessions would be laid bare. A
The atmosphere in the room continued to be tense as the weight of accusations and revelations hung thick in the air. My request for my father's share in the company added another layer of complexity to an already intricate situation. No matter what Marvin thought, I was going to get it because it belonged to my family, so it was only fair he gave it to me as stated in the Documents.Marvin could not believe it. He wondered how I got the permutation that I deserved some shares in the company or how I came to the conclusion that the steel company was mine. My father refused to sell to his father and that was the reason he was killed. Marvin Senior was a Mafia Lord and should be thankful I had not returned the favor to his son."Cassie," Marvin's voice was stern, his eyes reflecting a mix of anger and confusion. "You want your father's share? After all that's happened? How would you define what your father has? But we are already a team, right?"I met his gaze, unyielding. "I have the or
After the revelation that laid bare the intricate web of their shared history, Marvin and I found ourselves in a tense discussion about the future. The weight of my sacrifices and the acknowledgment of my share in the company hung in the air, demanding resolution.Marvin only wanted to talk about our love and how we can navigate the future together as a formidable force, but the revelation about who killed my parents had not passed my thoughts by. It seemed that it was being refreshed every time that I had to see him."Marvin, I've given a lot for you and for the sake of this company," I asserted, my eyes unwavering. "Now, I want what's rightfully mine. I want my share in the company, or I'm prepared to take this to court."Marvin, aware of the gravity of the situation, took a moment before responding. "Cassie, I understand. You deserve your share, and I won't stand in the way of what's rightfully yours. We can work through the legalities, but I need your assurance that this won't lea
I felt a nudge within me. All Marvin wanted was a family, but with all that had happened, I did not think it was right to put a family he had not committed to in front of the one his family had destroyed. I would not find closure if he did not hand over my father's company back to me, even if I did not know what to do with it. I just wanted closure.In a pivotal moment, Marvin handed over the documents and the rightful shares of the company that belonged to my father. The weight of this gesture resonated deeply, symbolizing a significant step towards rectifying the past and mending the strained ties between us.I knew it was not easy to let go, but he owed his life to me and his family had dealt with mine in a bad way, so that every time I had to think back I felt obnoxious. It was not Marvin’s fault and I would not make him bear the consequences of his father’s sin. He was my mine and in this game of deception, he had played this game his own way to keep him alive. No, I will not bla
I went to visit Sancho at Doctor Jake’s hospital, but I did not find Sancho there, so I called him, and he agreed that we would meet at a discreet location. I did not want to ask him why he was being so careful. A man in his position should, but I thought killing the Contractor would have eased a lot of things.I knew I had to make an asset declaration and I understood the need to confer with Sancho, the head of the Martinez Gang. I understood the importance of aligning our strategies, so I reached out to him to discuss the way forward.Larry had wanted to go with me, but I told him to rest. We have been working tirelessly over the past few weeks, and he needed the rest because he had not. Moreover, what can an injured Sancho do to me? It was a meeting and an asset declaration.Sancho had arranged the discreet meeting in a new and secured location. When I got there, I was now certain that he was afraid of something. Sancho and I delved into the intricacies of our shared ventures. Sanc
Marvin and I sat across from the Senate President. Senator Thomas had called us to discuss the industrial bill. Immediately, he stepped in without any formality. We started engaging in discussions about the industrial bill that held significance for both their business and the overall economic landscape.The Senate President was in full support of whatever we had come up with on the bill and my concern about the political intervention for the bill was laid to rest.He wanted us to exclusively be the pioneers of the bill before we entertained any company that wanted to partake in it. I felt it was okay but questioned why would other companies just fold their hands and watch us play alone if the bill was meant for the industry.June, present in the meeting, highlighted a new threat to the business in Cally, bringing an added layer of complexity to the conversation. We weren't alone in the business that wanted to benefit first from the bill without others.“Senator please, is this someth