Chapter 5

The men arrived at the prison, and Miquel stopped briefly, enjoying the sensation of force that flooded through his veins.

With a rush of his hand, one of his men opened the entryway, uncovering a little, faintly lit room.In the focal point of the room, a man was tied to a metal seat, his head bowed and his body shuddering. He lifted his head at the entryway opening, his eyes wide with dread.

"Chief, please," he asked, his voice shaking. "I can make sense of."

“Make sense of?" Miquel rehashed, his voice trickling with scorn."Make sense of how you deceived me, Diego? Make sense of how you figured you could take from me and pull off it, huh?" He laughed menacingly.

Diego's eyes dashed from Miquel to Gio and back once more, his face a cover of dread.

"Please accept my apologies, Chief. I was frantic. I wanted the cash for my loved ones."

"Your family?" Miquel spat, his eyes blazing with rage."You imagine that pardons what you did? You believe that reasons taken from your own chief?" He hollered, his veins springing up his neck.

"Kindly, Chief, I'll do anything. I'll work off the obligation, I'll..." Diego followed off, his voice dry with urgency.

Miquel hushed him with a cruel gaze. "Anything? You imagine no more, Diego? You think that will compensate for the harm you've done to my standing? The disregard you've shown me?"He signaled to Gio, and the man ventured forward, his weapon pointed at Diego's head.

"You know the discipline for selling out, Diego," Miquel said, his voice trickling cold.The room fell quiet; the main sound heard was the grate of Diego's breath as he hung tight for the end.

"Any final words?" Miquel asked, an underhanded grin put on his attractive virus face.Diego gulped hard, his eyes fixed on Gio's weapon.

"Please accept my apologies, Chief. Please accept my apologies for everything. In any case, please—" His voice shuddering in dread.Miquel grinned, a horrible, curved grin that sent a chill down Diego's spine.

"Please accept my apologies as well, Diego," he said, the abhorrent flicker in his eyes turning out to be more clear.

"Please accept my apologies that I at any point confided in you."With a squint of Miguel's eyes, Gio pressed the trigger, the shot reverberating through the prison like a thunderbolt.

Diego's head snapped back, blood splattering against the wall behind him.Miquel watched, his eyes cold and unblinking, as Diego drooped forward in his chains, his life depleting endlessly in a pool of dark red.

"Tidy this up," he requested, his voice slicing through the quietness like a blade.

"Also, ensure the other men realize what befalls the individuals who deceive me." He scoffed.Miquel diverted and stepped from the prison, his men following like a bunch of submissive wolves.Gio fell into step alongside him, his demeanor dismal and hard.

"You know," he said, his voice low and serious, "You won't have the option to keep this up for eternity. Eventually, somebody will come for you. Also, when they do..."Miquel cut him off with a sharp motion. "At the point when they do, we'll be prepared for them. Nobody takes what's mine, Gio. Nobody." Miguel snapped out of resentment.

"B—" Gio was going to say."Hang on!" Miguel cut him off unexpectedly.

"Whose side would you say you are on, Gio? You are acting bizarre!" Miguel asked, dubiously glaring at Gio.

Gio froze, his demeanor stony and unmoving as he gazed back at Miquel. Briefly, the two men remained peacefully, their looks secured in a quiet clash of wills.

"I'm your ally, Chief," Gio at long last said, his voice harsh and controlled."Be that as it may, you can't overlook reality. We both realize the game is evolving. Different families are becoming fretful, and we're extended and meager. If we don't watch out, we could lose everything."Miquel let out a low laugh, his eyes blazing with entertainment.

"You're pretty much as distrustful as an elderly person, Gio. Unwind. We've experienced more awful than this. What's more, we generally dominate the competition." He expressed with a grin.Gio's demeanor didn't change; his elements actually set in a veil of stress.

"We have, Chief, however you can't reject that things are different at this point. The Moretti family is making a strategic maneuver. Furthermore, in the event that we don't act soon, we will regard ourselves as cornered."

"You ought to quit blowing up. I'm finished here! It's past 3 am as of now." Miguel snapped.

Miguel's words lingered palpably like a test, the chilliness of his voice an admonition to Gio not to get out of hand further.Without another word, Miguel turned on his heel and followed towards his vehicle, his men limping along with him like shadows in the evening.

The motor thundered to life, the sound reverberating off the walls of the structure like a thunderbolt, and he stripped away, abandoning Gio, remaining in the dimness.

Gio watched the vehicle vanish into the distance, his psyche dashing as he thought about his best course of action. Miguel showed up at his chateau at past 3 am toward the beginning of the day. With soundless strides, he stepped to his room.

The room was dull, the shades drawn against the first light; however, he could see the outline of his new spouse's body on the bed.He feigned exacerbation and started stripping himself.

Whenever he was left in his jeans, he moved into his side of the bed and sat down, gazing up at the roof.His little man was out of nowhere stimulated in his jeans.

"Damn you, man!" Miguel murmured out of frustration.

"In the event that I ought to contact her again after fiercely taking her virginity prior, she could drop. You must unwind…" he mumbled while tenderly tapping on his phallus to ideally quiet it down.'Do you presently have a heart, Miguel?'His internal voice unexpectedly rang in his mind.

"Damn you!" Miguel sneered and covered himself with the duvet.As soon as 7 am in the first part of the day, not long before Joanna would awaken, Miguel was set for his organization like he had never gotten back the earlier evening.

Joanna worked alert and sat up on the bed. She ran her eyes around the room and found she was distant from everyone else.

"Didn't he return the previous evening? For what reason do I at any point care?" Joanna sneered and had a go at getting off the bed while a horrifying aggravation hammered her hard.