Chapter 52
Jack POV
I was pained to my heart when Ethan had ushered me to the living room in watching the news.
My brow furrowed in distaste.
“Find the idiot that did this.” I snarled clenching my fist against my thigh.
Poor girl!
She shouldn’t have die in a such way. I know it’s Damien who had fine this. He probably done this to plant some hate in Rico’s heart so he would hate me more but I’m less concern if it should turns that way.
“Ethan come over here.” I said over the phone.
Pulling the telephone off my ears, my eyes fell at the screen. A sweet smile curled up my cheeks.
“Boss,” He called silently, walking over to my side.
“I need some men up to the police station to tip off Damien new arrival.” “And,”I added, pausing to look at Ethan in the face.
“His drug house in prolly street, I want it raided by our men, I also need you to plant some drugs in his company.”
“Okay boss.”
My finger flicked tick tick against my chin. I was mesmerized by this actions of Damien. Is he that willing to ruin me?
Come what may, I must get to your ruin Damien. I’m the boss in here and I would probably not let go of you if you think you can come into my life and spouted shit here.
I’m the Lord of the street in Las Vegas, the king of all.
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Damien POV
“Hahaha” A round of laughter escalated my lips as I read over the news in the television.
Rico is probably on the run and sooner than later he is going to cone to me for help or refuge and I’m going to use him to still kill his master.
He shouldn’t have trusted me in the first place. If only he had knew that his boss is also looking for the same opportunity to rip him off his life.
“Brown, any fuckin news about my son Robert?” I turned to Brown the new guy whom Robert had introduced to me before he stormed out if the house.
I stared at him from the corner of my eyes for the second time to put inside my observation.
Now matter how hard I try to dig into him, I never seem to find anything about him.
He was the one who had tracked Rico down to his address. He’s a good tracker and best at what he does.
I’m beginning to trust him but he still has 28 percent of my trust.
I asked him about my son not because I want him back but because I need to know what he’s up to.
“Yes Boss,”He answered in a swift, flashing me a light grin.
I nodded looking down while I heaving down a sigh.
“What’s the spoilt ass up to?”
“He’s in Belgium, clubbing and skating at the beach with bitches who has his image as a tattoo on their ass.”
“Any form of trouble?”
“Nope, just that…” Brown trailed and I turned to face him.
“Eeww… You know I hate being keep in suspense nigga?”
“Yuck! Of recent, he got his head ducked in some shit. Heard he has some rift with some gangsta…”
There was an absolute silence which exists between me and Brown for the main time.
Varieties of thoughts running into my head at that moment. No matter who I tried to forget about that bastard! I couldn’t bring myself in doing that because, he’s my only son and should be the next Capone in line.
“Dig deeper into the gangsta shit! I want to know it all, their back supporter, godfather, source of living, street they stayed most and where they spend most of time in, their addiction.”
I spouted rubbing my fingers against my thighs while shutting tight my eyes.
Only Christ could reveal the kind of situation he is over there.
“Is that shit really more than him or you think he could get through it?” I asked to be sure.
If the shit was too much for him, I’ll just pulled up and have to save him from the shit.
“Not so sure, but they are fighting over some bitches. He fuck with the gangsta babe, so i ain’t sure if he was going to be able to solve that out himself. You know Belgium is a no play area and our base isn’t situated over there.”
“But the mafia cartel is wide and we our business got some clients there.” I spouted to remind him that I’m not just a coward operating in Las Vegas alone. I’m spread across the globe.
“Good.” I heard brown mumbled under his breath.
I was still staring hard at him eventhough he was looking away. He has a striking resemblance with me. His side face looks similar to mine especially his ear and the way he chew his mouth every interval.
“Who is your mother?” He flustered away from his position, staring hard into my eyes.
“What country is she from?” I added.
I was curious in knowing it all. I need to know about his mother at least that would be his weakness.
I said this because of the way he had jerked up from his thoughts and stared at me.
I wants to be his controller.
“My mother name is Ruby.” He responded to me, studying the reaction on my face.
I trailed my gaze from his eyes to his body and fingers to see if they were trembling but no.
“So where is she? Is she alive or dead?” I added.
“She used to live in Ukraine but I don’t know about her.”
“You don’t know, or you don’t want to know or you’re trying to hide her from me?” “Huh!”I scoffed, twitching my lips.
“No,”He shrugged his head while his gaze craned with mine.
“I’m not. Why would I?”He gave a light chuck, clearing his throat then he spoke further, “I mean why would I hide her away from you? She doesn’t care about me and I do not want to know if she’s alive or pretty doing well with her life.”
“If you do not care, then can you show me to her?”