Scott stood there with an expressionless look, complete unfazed by the words of Oliver. Kate's father was the least of his worries right now. "Whatever the consequences are I'm ready to face it, man." Scott replied in a calm tone before slapping Oliver's hands off his collar and walked past him. "Oh, yeah? You think you can handle the wrath of a politician? A man that eats and drinks with presidents?!" Oliver spat, his gaze fixed intently on Scott who was currently walking away with his hands tucked in his pocket. He had been questioned by the cops and they told him he was free to leave for now, so he saw no reason to stick around. Scott exited the area with his hands tucked in his pocket and headed straight to the bus station. Scott sat in the back seat of the bus as it began to drive him to his destination. As he sat there he pulled out his phone and went to the email he received from Sandro a few days ago. The address of the Mexican men in the photograph was displayed boldly on
Scott's eyes widened in shock after Mr. Fernando collapsed, and he swifly made his way towards him. He dropped to his knees, "Sir! Sir! Sir! Help!" Scott voiced out, and Bolasco swiftly dashed into the room and headed towards him."What the hell happened to him?!" Bolasco questioned after arriving there."I have no idea. He just fell." Scott replied, a worrisome look evident on his face, but deep down he was grinning.Bolasco knelt down beside him and placed his hands on his chest, "He's barely breathing!" He informed audibly, "We have to get him to the hospital quickly. Go bring the car around, Scott!" Bolasco voiced out as he tossed a car key towards Scott Scott nodded after catching the key before turning around and began to dash forward. He exited the living room and ran straight to the living room where several expensive cars could be seen.He unlocked a shiny black Bentley and swiftly stepped inside. Scott stated the engine and drove out of the garage before driving toward the
The next day arrived swifly and Scott woke up from his sleep. Stretching and yawning, he got off the bed and glanced at the time. "Past 7." Scott mused as he picked up his phone and began to dial the number of his trusted man, Sandro. The phone rang for a few moments until Sandro finally answered it. "Good morning, boss." Sandro greeted in a respectful tone. "How are you?" Scott inquired. "I'm good, sir." Sandro replied audibly. "Is there anything you'd like me to do, boss?" "Actually, yeah. I have a reason for calling you this morning, Sandro." Scott informed. "I see. So what is it you want me to do?" Sandro asked. "Today is the day, Sandro. I'm going to Mexico today, so I need you to prepare a Private jet in the airport I bought here in Spain. Just make a few phone calls and make sure it's ready before 10am." Scott ordered. "All right, boss. The key will be prepared for you instantly." Sandro affirmed in a respectful tone. "Is there anything else you want me to do? Maybe
He glanced at them for a few moments before picking one that he knew won't attract much attention while driving... And also one that he could lose without feeling bad about it. "I'll go with this." Scott informed while placing his hand on a black Chevrolet that had dust here and there. "Give me your account details so I can make the transfer." Scott requested, and the man gave him his account details swiftly.Scott completed the transaction and retrieved the key from the man before entering the car. He started the engine and drove off instantly."Thank you, young man. Now because of you my daughter will get to complete her scholarship examination." The man muttered thankfully as Scott drove off. "I will pay you back for your kind deed somehow in the future."Scott drove through the bustling street that was also filled with several cars driving around here and there, and anyone he drove past would turn around and gare at his car in disdain."Just who is driving that piece of junk? Isn
Scott sat there in the car, his hands gripping the wheel firmly, and his gaze fixed intently on the highway as he drove forward at a decent pace.Felix sat beside, and he was busy texting his numerous girlfriends on the new phone he bought yesterday. After receiving the millions from Scott the first thing he did was get himself a decent apartment in somewhere far away from the area he used to live. After getting an apartment, he went seeking girls for pleasure. He was 19 years old and hadn't been with any girl just because he was poor. However, now that he was no longer a street rat he decided to give it a shot. Felix was a very handsome young man... His handsome features were similar to Jordan's, so it was quite easy for him to get as many women as he wanted."I still don't understand why you had to make us drive in this crap, Scott. You could afford a Lamborghini or even a limousine but you chose this?" Felix lamented, and his gaze still fixed on his screen."I've told you before,
The comrade lowered his gaze and could see the floor filled with petrol. He then shifted his gaze back to Frederick who was still seated in the car and gave him a signal to come over.Frederick pushed the door of his car open and stepped outside before walking towards the comrades standing beside Scott's car."What's the matter?" Frederick whispered."His fuel tank is leaking." The man whispered back."And so? Just do your fucking job and let's get the hell out of here." Fredrick ordered."I feel like something is wrong somewhere. Something doesn't feel right, boss." The comrade remarked."Hurry up and destroy his brake so we can get the hell out of here. While you are at it I'll keep an eye out so we'll know when he's done with his drink and if he's coming." Frederick bellowed before walking towards the window of the bar and took a peek inside.Glancing inside, he saw Scott seated on a small wooden chair a few meters away, and beside him was Felix."What the.." Fredrick mused after g
Scott made his way back into the empty bar after pulling the trigger, the faint echo still lingering in the air. Inside, he found Felix sitting on a stool, his hands clutching his head as he struggled to process what had just happened.“Come on, we’re leaving now. It’s over,” Scott said, his voice firm and devoid of emotion. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. Felix, still dazed, lifted his head slowly, got off the stool, and followed Scott outside.“What the hell was all that about?” Felix asked, his voice filled with confusion and shock as they stepped out of the bar. He glanced down and froze, his face contorting in disgust as he noticed the burnt bodies strewn across the ground. “Oh my God…” he muttered, unable to tear his gaze away from the gruesome scene.Scott didn’t even flinch. “Remember when you asked why I chose to drive a beat-up, dirty Chevrolet instead of something a bit more…flashy?” he said, continuing down the street with both hands in his pockets.Feli
Scott ducked his head and took the first step on his way down from the private jet. The wind was a bit chilly here in Mexico, and Scott immediately felt the difference between here and Spain. He walked down the stairs before sliding his hands into his pocket as he waited patiently for Felix.Felix also exited the private jet and stood beside him with the big black bag on his back, and another bag held in his right hand. The hotel Scott bought in this way here was located several meters away, so they had to wait for their ride to come pick them up.The duo waited patiently until a black limousine drove towards them and pulled over right in front of them. The door opened and a woman in black suit stepped outside and walked towards them.The woman had shot blond hair that barely touched her shoulder, and a nice body shape that resembled an hourglass. She was clad in a tight black suit and short skirt, and as she made her way towards them, Felix couldn't help but stare at her body lustful