Back at the party venue...Scott could be seen sitting quietly acrossthe hall with his arms folded, and his gaze fixated on Mike who was busy dancing at the center of the place and having fun. Mike was indeed a good dancer, and his nice moves caught the attention of everyone in the hall. They all gathered around to watch and cheer, while some sprayed money on him.After dancing for a few moments he then performed a backflip to conclude the whole thing, and everyone gave a round of applause. "Thank you!" He smiled and waved as he walked back to where Scott sat."Hey, man, did you see that?" Mike asked gleefully while wiping the beads of sweat off his face with his handkerchief."Yup. I saw everything. You're a good dancer, Mike." Scott replied, his expression decipherable."Thank you." Mike muttered. "I used to attend dance classes and also learn some moves online. I had hopes of becoming a professional dancer, but my Dad told me I should bury that idea because he wants me to become
Caroline stood there in silence after hearing the words of Frederick, and a slight look of disbelief evident on her face."Scott threatened you with a gun?" She blurted out in shock. "Yes, he fucking did!" Frederick voiced out. "That man is dangerous, I tell you. But he's not as dangerous as me. Give me your permission, Caroline, and I shall involve my boys. That man is only alive up till this moment because you told me to not make a move." He added. Caroline went mute once again. The fact that Scott had a gun sounded foreign to her, but alas, she guessed where he must have gotten the gun from. "He has been spending a lot of time with my father, I'm sure he got the gun from him." She said after a few moments of silence. "Scott Camden and your father are buddies?" Frederick questioned in bewilderment. "Yes. Scott helped him a few times and they have been really close since then. My father trusts him, that's one of the reason why we can't kill him now because if he suddenly goes mi
Scott glanced at the name of the caller, and a huge grin evident on his face. He let it ring for a few moments before answering it. "Hello, Chief." Scott said after the answering the call. "Scott, how are you?" Chief Jim inquired. "I'm good, chief." Scott affirmed. "Is there a reason for your call?""Actually, yes, Scott, there is a reason." Chief Jim replied.Hearing the words of Chief Jim, Scott walked to the car and stepped inside before shutting the door. He leaned his back on the seat as he spoke up, "Okay? I'm listening." Scott said. "The operation we told you about. The same one you helped us publish a post for. We've carried out the operation, and it was successful." Chief Jim informed over the phone. "You mean the Hunter showed up?" Scott inquired. "Yes, he did. And when he did we killed him." Chief Jim articulated, and Scott's eyes widened slightly. "The Hunter is dead. We killed him. And now we are back to base. Though, a few of us were injured but it has all been tak
The next morning arrived, and the rays of the sun shone brightly into the eyes of Scott, causing him to wake up from his slumber. He rose from his bed and stretched his body while yawning. "It's morning already." Scott mused after glancing at the time on his phone. It was currently past 7, but since Scott already lost his job he wasn't in a hurry to get ready. So, his plan for the day was to have a discussion about the job he promised him and also go to meet Chief Jim at the park. Scott stepped into the bathroom to brush and shower. A few minutes later he exited the bathroom naked, and the moment he arrived in the room he caught sight of Caroline waiting patiently for him. "Can't you knock?" Scott frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on Caroline who was busy staring at his crown jewel lustfully. Scott then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. "You should learn how to lock the door. Are you trying to seduce me or what?" Caroline voiced. Scott paid no attention to her as h
Mr. Fernando shifted his gaze towards Bolasco after hearing the words he just said. "We can't discuss here. Go wait for me in the garage." He ordered.Bolasco nodded his head before exiting the room. With Bolasco gone, Mr. Fernando shifted his gaze back to Scott. "Shall we continue." He cleared his throat and said. "What was that all about, Sir" Scott inquired."You know I can't answer that question, right?" Mr. Fernando remarked."Oh, yeah, yeah. Non-members are no longer allowed. Sorry, I forgot." Scott replied. "Yeah. The boys and Ice thinks there's a traitor or spy among us. I am not saying I suspect you or anything, I am just fulfilling their request by keeping you out of it. That's one of the reasons why I don't tell you gang related stuffs anymore."Mr. Fernando informed."No problem at all. I understand, sir." Scott replied. Even though Mr. Fernando didn't answer his question, Scott already knew what was going on after heading Bolasco's words. He knew that Mr. Fernando w
"That's why he wanted my own document to be in there. I guess he does the same thing to all his employees and not just gangsters." Scott pondered, feeling slightly disappointed. "I was hoping to find something tangible in here, but it ended up to be a dead end." He frowned before tossing the document inside, and when he attempted to close it, his eyes caught a glimpse of something inside. The item seemed like the edge of a photograph, and the photograph was beneath the pile of documents. Scott swiftly dug into the pile of documents until he finally grabbed the photo and pulled out out. The photograph was covered in dust and web, so Scott had to blow air on it and also wipe the dust away with his palm to get a better view. After making sure it was clean, Scott glanced at it closely. The photograph seemed old, and part of it was torn. In the photograph, four men and two women in black suit could be seen posing with smiles on their faces. Two out of four of the men wasn't visible i
"It can't be a coincidence that a month after my father declined their offer was the same month my father was killed." Scott pondered internally. "It seems Mr. Fernando wasn't alone in all of these." He mused, and his gaze fixed on the names and numbers written behind the picture. "Carlos Alberto, Juan Carlos, Rosa Maria, Mariana Perla." Scott read through the names with boiling anger. Even though Scott couldn't see the faces of the two men beside his father, he could remember their faces vividly because he was also present at the party where the picture was taken.They probably wouldn't remember him, same way Mr. Fernando didn't recognised him because he was only a child back then and was yet to mature. "Juan Carlos and Carlos Alberto took over my father's Oil and gas enterprise immediately after his death. They claimed that my father sold it to him moments before his death. But now I know the truth. They all killed him so they would get the business he refused to sell to them.""R
"Wait, did you just say you found a photograph of your father in Mr. Fernando's drawer?" Sandro questioned in a serious tone. "Yeah. I did." Scott replied. "For you to have access to his personal belongings means he now trusts you? Two two have gotten close?" Sandro inquired. "Yup. I have succeeded in gaining his trust. Though I sacrificed a lot and went through hell, but in the end I was successful." Scott replied. "That's good, Boss." Sandro commented. "Now that I've gotten close to him it means the mission is almost over. But before I take care if him I need to find the rest of them who were also involved in it." Scott articulated."And how are you so sure that Juan Carlos was involved?" Sandro asked. "Not just Juan Carlos. His brother too and two more ladies. But let's deal with the men first before the ladies, shall we?""You asked why I think they were responsible, right? Well, the year this photograph was taken Juan Carlos was trying to convince my father to sell his comp