Chapter 68
Jack’s POV
I watched them all disembark, with excluding Eliot who at the end of the day stood courageous, staring through the hidden camera.
“Boss, what should we do to the body? I know I’m wrong, I’ll accept my punishment even if it means death but I’ll never accept it when someone talked so ill of you.”
I heaved down, short of what to say.
“You should take his body to his family, so he could be given a proper burial.”
Was it necessary to take his corpse back home to his family? Would that pacify them? Won’t it get them annoyed?
Now what if Arnold wasn’t directly linked to Damien? I would have gotten an answer if only Arnold was still alive.
This might prompt his family to go against me. No matter how, I still need his power to outweighs Damien.
“Send some spy to Dallas to spy on their past lives for the previous five years till date. His heir apparent, his strength, his weakness, his attitude to women, check if he loves drugs or drinks or party?” I hung up after giving my orders.
***”
Five days after, the burial date of Arnold was fixed, invitation were given to everyone except me.
His son Alex was the complete replicate of his father, except that he will be more ruthless, and cunning.
I heard he resent me so much, saying he will never forgive the killer of his father untill he’s no more.
He’s just a kid, and he could get mad to any cost he did wants but no matter whom he chose to alliance with, it wouldn’t still bother me.
“Hmm,” I gasped after penning my tribute for Arnold.
He was such a great man but his pride killed him so early that he couldn’t wait behind to protect his jurisdiction.
Many speculation were circulating in the whole of last Vegas. I was tagged as a bad egg who lust after Arnold’s jurisdiction, I killed him because I wanted to take over his territory. But was I?
Many said, i lusted after his wife’s body and so, I killed him because of that. But was I?
I felt the gaze burning through my body when I lifted my gaze to behold, it was the stare if an angry cub of the leopard who wouldn’t want the king of lion to visit him.
He stared at me with resent visible in his eyes, and fist clenched against his thighs, his mother pushed him behind her, going on one knee.
” Please spare us.” I smirked at her words.
I never had the intention of killing them but if really I want my future tone filled with peace, it would have be a better option that i killed all of Arnold’s son. But was that really necessary?
The sky was big enough for any birds if it kind to fly freely, everyone knew the eagle was the king of all birds, and would always be.
The lion was also recognized as the king of the jungle.
Why would the lion and the eagle wants to wipe off it enemy completely?
“I commiserate with you on the load of your husband. Arnold was such a great man, but his pride was much, prude and betrayal they said leads to death.”
I shoved my hands forward to her, she hesitated a bit, before grabbing them for a support. She stood gallantly, she was beautiful though but my attention weren’t on her but for his son who was behind me.
No one would actually know that I was staring at him because I was skilled in looking.
I already implored someone to study, and fillmed each of their reaction upon sighting me.
I beheld Damien but my vision weren’t clear, when I will stare to look, he wasn’t visible anymore.
I continued with what I Intended to do, my palm rested on Alex’s shoulder, his shoulder blade was stiffed as iron. I smiled inwardly.
“Your father was such a great man, you took so much after him but sometimes we shouldn’t let out prowess took over us. ” ” Control is the king of all”
He blenched, stepping abreast.
I glided through the crowd only to jam with the person I least expect to see.
Her memories flooded into my brain, her scent intoxicated me, her body shape drives me crazy, she was dressed in black.
Eventhough she must have put on a dark shade, I could still recognize her.
” Angie!” That was her. The owner of my heart.
I was walking toward her with the intention of grabbing her to my side, I was going to kiss her as a punishment for ever leaving me to sorrows. But what did I just do? I asked myself as I had walked past her down to my car.
I whirled back, only for our gaze to get craned.
“She…” tears dropped from the rim of my eyes.
Why was she staring at me in such a manner?
Maybe Damien must have fed her the cock and bull stories. She must have knew that one of my loyal subordinate was killed by me, and I didn’t really give a fuck about that.
But why do I feel guilty just now, when she had stared hard at me.
***
The burial was over, everyone had left.
I returned back to the graveyard such that I could have a last talk with Arnold.
I might be a mafia Boss but he was my subordinate, hence placed his life within my palms, and that of his family.
How could I have permit him to die?
He must have felt betrayed at his last moment of breath. Especially when he was left to bled to death.
The rain began with me getting drenched, I didn’t bring along my umbrella, and had warned Eliot to stay back home as his punishment.
Although, he was reluctant to let go of me, he wanted to follow me. He’s always worried about me, without him or the guards following me he must have been in pain and regret now.
I suddenly felt the rain stop.
“Why?” ” Why would you stop?”I was going to ask the rain but stopped when I saw to it that, it was an umbrella, over my head.
And, that, the least of the person I had intended to see again was the one protecting me from the rain.
“Take,” a hankerchief was stretched to me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, ignoring the hankerchief.
This person stared at me in disbelief as if I had spoken Ina foreign language, “what do you mean? He was my father.”
“Who?”