“I think you are mistaken but I don’t know anything about the mafian world and neither does my father. You must have confused him with someone else?” Daxon says, he doesn’t allow the accusation to fly.“Isn’t your father Christopher Winter?” Austin says, crossing his legs and maintains a good eye contact with Daxon.“Yes, a legitimate business owner who isn’t a mafia king or ruler of your mafian world. I hope this is the last time you mention this to me.” Daxon replies, his face and voice is resolute. The restaurant is a stage of tension and competition, charged with an electric aura that's palpable to anyone who passes them. Dimly lit, it is an intense showdown between two powerful men seated at opposite ends of a lavishly set table.“I can’t apologize for something that is true, Daxon Winter. You probably have no idea about it yet. If I were you, I would ask my father and if he tells you that I’m mistaken…I will apologize for mistaking you for someone else.”Daxon’s eyes sharpens i
“I, Limbert and a few others worked for the corporation and we got promoted. Over the years, I gained the trust of the most powerful man in the corporation and I told him about my dream to own the largest commerce company in the city.”“We called him Monte Carlo, and he controlled everything around the black world. At the same time; he believed in my dream and gave me a chance to fuel it. Monte Carlo gave me a nickname or what we called a Code name; the Mount.” Christopher says.Daxon’s face is in an expression that is not palpable, he didn’t think there would come a time where his father would confess to having dealings with illegal aspects of the world. “Dad, how did you leave then? Tell me that you at least left and never turned your back!” Daxon asks.“Yes, Monte Carlo helped my dream and with the money, I left for the state. I removed myself from the corporation emotionally, physical and financially. I paid him every single amount that was owed.” “They didn't want to let me g
Monte Carlo is another word for ruthless. He is the most powerful man in the black world who never releases people who join the corporation. When Christopher Winter left, he made a vow that was carved in stones to find Christopher and ruin everything around him—including his son and wife.As the Don of the black world, he is the ultimate authority within the organization, there was no way to escape from the corporation unless he released one himself. Though Christopher Winter was a smart man who found a way to block him completely, Monte Carlo waited for a better time to take his stance.He commands a high degree of respect and obedience from the low pioneers of the organization and through Nexus group, one of his many vast corporations, he decided to gain access to Daxon Winter. As a merciless mafia, he knew how much Christopher wanted to protect his son and late wife. Years have passed and now, Monte Carlo is ready to strike because Christopher has let his guard down and has been r
Azura sits near Daxon, his shut eyes makes her wonder what he looked like when was still awake. How could this have happened to him? Isn’t it enough that he is just getting a shot ay life to start again? It’s one problem after another but this one has managed to land him in a hospital. His face is swollen and disfigured, bearing the unmistakable marks of a recent altercation. There are cuts and abrasions visible on his cheeks and forehead.Azura's breath becomes shallow, and her lips are tightly shut as she gazes at Daxon. It’s as if the pain inflicted on Daxon has been transferred to her own heart. Her gaze remains fixed on him, her love and concern etched into every line on her face.“Lewis, you should be resting. There are bodyguards at the door, you need to get your wounds checked.” Azura says and Lewis moves his head in disapproval.At the same time, he has sustained bodily injuries too from punches of the gangsters before Daxon arrived. His nose appears to be misshapen, indicat
After the attack on his only son, Christopher Winter did not rest in tracking the gangsters who were involved. It must have been orchestrated by a meticulous person who has done this before. Despite the fact that Christopher had rinsed his hands off anything that had to do with the corporation, he is a man with a great standing. One who would do anything to protect who was still laying unconscious in the hospital.Behind the scenes, Christopher Winter wields substantial resources, whether through legitimate businesses, illicit experience, and a combination of both. These resources are the lifeblood of his influence, providing the means to support the operations he used to in tracking who those gangsters came from.His network is extensive and well-established. He maintains connections with a wide range of individuals, from street-level enforcers to high-ranking figures in the outside world and underground world. These connections allow him to mobilize forces quickly when needed, draw
Daxon opens his eyes to the solitude of the hospital room, the world around him hazily comes into focus. Beneath the antiseptic, snow white hospital sheets, his senses gradually awaken, and they become aware of the soft hum of medical equipment in the background. Blinking weakly, his eyelids are still heavy with sleep, slowly lifting, revealing eyes that are initially dazed and disoriented.As he detects the faint antiseptic scent that lingers in the air, he wonders what got him to this place in the first place. Daxon lightly swerves his head against the pillow, moving his fingers and toes. Was it an accident? How did he get here?His body feels heavy, and he closes his eyes, trying to lift himself up from the bed, to at least assess what condition he is in. discomfort somewhere and a part of it is due to the consequence of the time he spent being immobile during recovery.Daxon moves his head to the opposite direction, and he catches a glimpse of the IV beside the bed, with clear fl
The reporters flood the hospital premises immediately, it takes a swarm of bodyguards to help Daxon and his team get out of it. There is a face mask around Daxon’s face to hide his current state, the hospital had discharged him and everyone is trying to get a picture of his to make stories and headlines. The hospital premises are immediately inundated with a sea of reporters, their cameras and microphones are poised for action. At the same time, media vans are lined in the vicinity, creating a chaotic scene outside the already bustling medical environment. There is no important news other than Bright group’s heir. The journalists are in position, eagerly awaiting for any spark of information.As Daxon emerges from the hospital's entrance, his face concealed behind a face mask. As he stepped into a swarm of reporters, their noise was large and devastating. His bodyguards push away the cameras that are flashing at him and the microphones that are thrusted in their direction.After the
Monte Carlo is so powerful in the underground world and in the real world. It is almost as if he made the law—not to follow or abide by it. When he decided to use Austin Limbert, the boy he molded in deceit to use for his own good—he didn’t think it would blow into proportions so easily.He is the kind of man who likes to plan revenge for years and carefully, do little things that would amount to something worse later. Austin Limbert is a thorn to that plan and he has practically busted his cover by one; telling Daxon about the mafia group, by sending gangsters to attack him and landing him in the hospital.Monte Carlo’s plan was to enter into the life of Christopher Winter and his son as an investor of Bright group. It would have been harder to cut ties with Nexus group if they were able to become partners. Unfortunately, they weren’t even able to sign the papers that would conjoin their companies in a legal manner when Austin's foolish temper destroyed everything that Monte Carlo h