Chapter 26
Robert met himself on the floor with blood gushing from his arms. He stared hard at his injured arms before lifting his gaze to his father with hatred, shocks and displease in his eyes.
“I’ll kill you next time you utter trash to me again.” Robert could sense the warning in his father’s words. He knew his father was not bluffing, as he was the type who will always to whatever he says.
Robert remain speechless as he got on his feet, stared at his father over again before walking out on him.
Robert flung the gun away and hit hard on his thighs with his elbow in frustration. His veins were visible at his neck and forehead. His son has really grow stupid to dare talk at him.
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Damien was the Mafia lord of Las Vegas before he was arrested and convicted to jail. He has been in jail for the past ten years, out of thirty-two years, he has only spend ten years.
Since his arrival, he expects for other don to be present in his house and comes to congratulate him but none of them has he sighted. He clenched his fist in anger and smashed it into the wall, panting heavily.
Damien gets into his restroom and freshened up. He called for the general Secretary to pass an email to every mafia Don operating in Las Vegas to assemble at his house by 4 in the evening.
He walked over to the bar to take some shot of whiskey. He feels refreshen at that moment, it’s has really be long since he ever have a taste of whiskey since he was in jail. Not that he couldn’t find ways to get himself a whiskey but because he couldn’t trust anyone. He was afraid someone might poisoned his wine and then take over his cartel.
His son Robert, will be lying in his pool of blood if he should die. Because his enemies are numerous, and their target is at Robert since he was his only child, they will wants to use him as a bait or something to grieve him.
When it was four in the evening, Damien stormed to the boardroom where the meeting always hold. He expected that by few minutes past four, those Don should have be present and assembled, awaiting him.
When he push open the door, the scantiness of the room greeted him. His countenance changes, as he growled loudly and stomped his feet against the hard floor.
Where are they? How dare them tried to ridicule him in this manner? Has Robert not try to show them how he rules the country? Has ye be lenient with them?
He strolled slowly with his fingers trailing the edge of the long table, his fingers felt the texture of the table. He sits on his king chair and put on his long face which was draining of it’s colors.
After waiting for a whole hour, the door creak open when he was about to leave the room. He lifted his gaze to see Alex standing at the doorway. Damien couldn’t say anything, but to stare at him. If it was to be before his jail terms, Alex dares not to come late.
Judging at Alex look, he was not as timid as before. He look brave, and daring. He was peering straight into his eyes without even showing formality. Formality aside, he wanted to know what has happen to others if they were dead or under travail.
He watched Alex took his seat and stared at him. “Welcome back, don.”
At his greetings, Damien was filled with pride. His face pulled into a frown expressions, his aura spreading fears and death across the room.
“Where are the rest?” Damien demanded in an authoritarian tone.
The man who was Alex by name smiled and whipped his hands into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief. He sneezed in the handkerchief and clean his face, before replying. “Robert never shared the news with you?”
Damien brow arched in anxiety. Robert? How was he to know that anyway?
“Where are the rest? That’s what I ask.” His voice was displaying his irritation and displease. He hates getting another response when he ask a simple question.
“You don’t know? You want me to tell you?” Alex sigh, with his elbow propped on the table.
He sniffled and said,”if they aren’t here then they are at the new mafia lord abode. Today also serves as their meeting.”
New MAFIA Lord? Damien blinked his eyes severally as he muttered those words within him. Who is that? That dares to put his valuable in fire and watched his offsprings being feed to the dog?
Has his jail journey earned so much disrespect and dishonor? His blood was boiling with anger line water boiling fish. He shrugged his head, lifting his gaze at Alex. In a low tone, he spoke. ” Who is this new fool that dares to convert my position? Hadn’t he heard about Damien? The devil who is from hell, who fears no one. Whom everyone tremble at the mention of his name?”
Alex keep his calm and watched him rant.
“He came within a space of one month, he won all your followers over. Giving them freedom to trade as they like without collecting or taxing a certain percent from their profits. So they sees this as an opportunity to be free from you.” “The man makes them to see that you’re exploiting them, he gave some lowly cartel billions of money and help them build from the scratches. I heard he has a lot of connection with the government.”
“When Avenetti was arrested, he has be the one to place call and have him release from jail.”
Don Damien listen to Alex nonsense. Yes, to his ear; all Alex words were nonsense and he would have slit his throat but he should temper mercy because, he was the only loyalist to him at the moment. He sensed some foul play. Among 45 members, he was the only one who has come to show himself.
What if he was sent? To monitor him?
“How come you are here despite others are over there? And you even dare to come late?”
Alex countenance changes, as his fingers sell him out. He was nervous, his hands were trembling.