Her Mafia Lord

Chapter Forty Eight

When Lucifer and Viola got out, they both heaved a sigh before Dave would make it known to them his idea.

“So this is how it goes; I have my way of creating a fake credit alert that will look so real to the Sheikh, Viola will of course grab the briefcase afterwards and you all will need to get out of the building in ten minutes before the bomb goes off” He instructed accordingly.

“Any alternatives” Lucifer asked

“There is no alternative in this situation, we can only take the chance we have” Dave responded. Once Dave had finished with the explanation, they went back inside the office.

“We have decided to credit you the amount you have mentioned to us but we do hope that these package are not fake?” Lucifer asked looking suspiciously at the Sheikh.

“Why don’t you come take a look at it yourself” He revealed. Lucifer was willing to see the authenticity of the cocaine and so head towards the table, with Viola watching closely for any sudden attack.

He took his right hand and took a crumb of the substance and tasted it to weigh in on the authenticity.

“Are you convinced” The Sheikh asked

“Most certainly” He took out his phone waiting for the account he would wire the money. Once he was given the account, he waited and prayed silently for Dave to accomplish whatever he had as plan. After some minutes, he heard the phone on the table beep.

“Ah! That’s why I love doing business with you Don Santos, you are the best in this market” The Sheikh explained with a happy smile.

Viola approached the table and was about taking the brief case when she was stopped suddenly by one of the Arabians who was seated.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“How did your wife cleaned up the tattoo laced in her arms the last time we met” the Sheikh ask, holding up her hands as he looked closely.

“Viola never had a tattoo” Lucifer immediately regretted saying it as all the escorts in the room brought out their gun

“You are not Don Santos are you” The Sheikh stood up to his feet and approached them slowly.

“Guys, you need to get out of their before you blow your cover now!” Dave stated through the mic.

Viola stared at Lucifer for a minute; she had calculated the distance between where they were standing and the door, and also the probability of any bullet not touching them as they would run across and knew it was slim.

“Answer me!! Who are you? Who sent you” Lucifer saw the look Viola had on her face and got the signal. Suddenly, Viola grabbed the briefcase and they both made a run for it after Lucifer had slapped the Sheikh so hard on the face.

“Meet you guys at the exit door, hurry up” Dave instructed as they kept on running as fast as their legs could carry them.

“Attention, the entire building would be closing down temporarily” They heard through the speakers across the wall as they run faster.

“Dave, we need your help with the doors now!” Viola spoke through the ear pod.

“On it!” Dave punched series of keys into his laptop as he changed the car to self driving mode. He hacked into their security system and stopped the door from completely shutting down.

“All done, you have three minutes to get out of that place” he reminded them.

As Lucifer and Viola turned towards the last hall before the exit door, they came face to face with numbers of soldiers who held their guns positioned at them.

“I got this one” Dave said and hacked into the lighting system, shutting out the lights.

While the soldiers tried to get their lights on, Lucifer and Viola out manuever their way out and got out through the exit door. They noticed Dave was already waited for them, and hurriedly got into the car and speed away.

“We have until ten seconds before the time bomb explode” Dave said as he speed across the free road.

Suddenly, they heard a boom, causing Lucifer and Viola to look back as they watched what perhaps seemed to be the biggest city in Russia fall.

“So it’s mission accomplished”

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When Giovanni returned back to New York, he was pissed; all his father worked for, the entire legacy of the Elites’ family resting at the shoulders of Amore was alarming.

As he laid back on the sofa, he sear he’d through his mind for what he could possibly do at the moment; he had been ban from the table, no one seemed to be on his side any longer. He reminisced back to the days when his own father Marco was alive; his father had that aura of leadership imbibed in him and though he didn’t carry the trait exactly, he tried to be the best version of himself.

Imade came down the stairs to see Giovanni seated in the living room dejected, she was curious to know why he had that gloomy face.

“Babe? What happened? Why aren’t you at the meeting” Giovanni looked at Imade for a moment; Giovanni began to realize that for once, Imade was actually beautiful although he knew no beauty matched Bianca’s own but it didn’t change the fact that Imade was a beauty queen in her own space.

“Well Imade, I guess we both would be staying away from the media for now” He stated as Imade came towards him.

“What are you talking about” she asked.

“Amore has suspended me from the table; what that means is, I won’t have access to the family business. I am an alien to the table at the moment” he explained looking rather dejected by the situation.

“Amore? I thought he was your step brother” Imade remarked.

“I don’t see Amore as a brother any more. One thing is certain, Amore would regret cutting me off from the family business” Giovanni was certain about it. He intended to have his revenge and would do anything within his power to make Amore’s existence miserable.

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Amore and Brown had just arrived at a huge crib, one of the biggest Amore had ever laid eyes upon. Apparently, Brown had suggested to him that he would need the assistance of the Elitist to take down Shrevolsky Cartel.

Each men at the hall way stood without a breath literally as Amore and Brown walked through the carpet. When the huge doorway was opened, Amore came face to face with the most beautiful scenery ever; the entire room was covered in gold and what Amore’s eyes was the way the throne had be crafted. It was huge and could replace Zeus throne in Athens where Amore had gone for sight seeing while he was young.

While he looked around the room, the door opened and a young man, who Amore presumed was the same age as he was walked in with a large escort.

“What do we have here!” The man said approaching Amore with his hands folded behind his back as he walked gracefully.

“It is a pleasant surprise to see you here in our crib. This is the first time ever that the leader of the Elites would step their foot here” Amore was envious of the way he spoke. His confidence was intimidating but Amore would rather care less of it; he had egos to protect.

“I have a proposal for you” Amore stated.

“A proposal! Tell me Mr….”

“Amore, Marco Amore” He replied

“Has the forbidden door of the Mafia syndicate opened? I mean, this is the first time that the Elites would be giving us a proposal” He said with a smirk on his face.

“My name is Alexander Asensio Perez, leader of the Elitist” he introduced himself. “So let me here it” He indicated, retiring to his throne and seating gracefully on it.

“I know you are aware that the Cartel has cut off our warehouse in Russia” Amore asked

“I am aware that you sent hired assassin to eliminate Shrevolsky; I have to say that was rather a foolish thing to do”

“I had my reason!” Amore replied with a loud voice.

“You never wanted Shrevolsky to be a nuisance and guess the ironic part of the story, you cannot help but admit that his men are currently the news” Amore was pissed; he felt like walking up to the throne and strangling Perez to death. Amore was of the opinion that Perez talked rather to intelligently that he couldn’t out match him word for word.

“So what is the proposal again” He asked after a tensed silence.

“I need some of your men and some of my men to combine force together and take this cartel out” Amore revealed.

“And?”

“If you are talking of the reward, be rest assured that the Elites has real estate properties in Mexico and I will give them out to you” Amore pointed out.

Amore watched as Perez stepped down from the throne and approached him gracefully with his signatory smile still on his face.

“You do know that as Elitists, we do not love disappointment right?” Amore nodded.

“Very well then, you have a deal” And with that they shook hands.