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Don Draco was never at home. He kept going for meetings, especially with the Mexican client . The man had just two months to return to Mexico with the deal sealed, and Don Draco didn't want to take chances anymore. He was so ready to battle it out with Don Juan, even if it meant killing any of his members .

That very day, he had a meeting with some distributors from another drug warehouse, more contraband was needed to impress Mr Diego of course.. He also needed to wrap up the contract he just signed with the arm suppliers. After signing the contract, he decided to move to the scheduled place he was to meet with the client when a G-Wagon blocked his convoy.

He'd gone out with his limo in between the convoy of a Bentley and a Benz. That had always been his position in a convoy .

Frank stepped down from the Bentley and approached the car.

"Get out of the way, now !" he ordered calmly, knocking on the glass window of the car. The driver hesitated before pulling down the glass window of the back seat, revealing the face of Sir Barrett, one of the members of the Headers.

The man was the most feared after Don Juan and he was age mates with Don Draco.

"Does Draco not know that his men are like baby boys? He should come and confront my act himself " Sir Barrett growled in laughter, literally mocking Frank.

Frank, tilting his head and cracking his knuckles, said to Sir Barrett;

"This particular baby boy can break your neck in an instant, sending you to the grave where your kind belongs ".

The delay and the ongoing drama caught Draco's attention . He knew for sure that the car belonged to one of the Headers, the only enemies he felt he had. Obviously, no one from the city Council drives a G wagon.

Evans stepped down, took a glance at the event and walked up to his Boss's Limo.

"I think that's Sir Barrett. The man doesn't want to leave the road and obviously wants to start up a fight here ".

Snapping his fingers, Draco muttered;

"Those walking corpses think I have enough time to drag issues with them. Tell Frank to get into the car and if they don't move, hit the goddamn G-wagon ".

Evans did as he was told and soon , they moved back into the cars and started the ignition. Surprisingly, the car didn't bulge and the next thing that occurred was like a minor accident. The rear glass of the G wagon shattered and the driver almost severed some injuries. The Bentley, driven by Evans had some crashes on the light head, but nothing broke at all.

However, just as the convoy was moving away not minding the little issue on the light head, Sir Barrett shot thrice at the left tyre of the Limo . Before the men could park the cars they were driving and probably do something, the tire exploded and the left part of the Limo caught fire.

Draco immediately jumped out of the car with the help of his men. Jeremy sustained some burns on his left hand before he could also leave the car.

With the help of an extinguisher, the fire was put off before it caused more damages to the car.

Don Draco fumed in anger, breathing out heavily. His face burned red in fury as he clenched his jaw repeatedly, gnashing his teeth repeatedly.

At first, it was shock and a bit of fear was on his brow , but as soon as the fire was put off and staring at that partially damaged part of the car, a sudden wave of anger built up in him.

To think that he almost died and the fact that his men were the ones that saved him, he felt a bit embarrassed.

"Take a picture of that part immediately, Frank " he muttered, while Evans helped him light a stick of cigarette. Smoking was his main way of expressing his anger aside from breaking things or dealing with any one around him . He already concluded his after plan in his mind, puffing out thick smoke from his nostrils.

He ordered Evans and Jeremy to get into the Benz. Leaving the Limo on the roadside, he got into the Bentley with Frank driving him away.

Don Draco had his personal reasons for leaving the Limo there.

He immediately called the Barracks to send more armed security officials and Soldiers . He knew that his comeback would definitely breed the impending war.

Meanwhile, the supposed informant amongst the men realized that their boss wasn't so strong physically, seeing how terrified he looked while being brought out of the car. He decided already to start working for Don Juan, the members of the Headers were rather more daring than Don Draco.

What this man really didn't know was that his boss had so many forces backing him up in the Crime system.

Draco , however, rescheduled his meeting with Mr Diego.

"To the villa, Evans " he growled.

******* (Lorna's POV)

After my last encounter with Ray, I now had reasons to even dread him more than his father. That guy was a silent killer ! Till this moment , I still didn't know why he gave me that slap because I'd made a statement, with the word "your sister " in it . Fortunately, that statement saved me from whatever he wanted to do after the painting, except from the slaps.

Meanwhile, my birthday was in five days' time and my mom hadn't called since. I wondered if she'd forgotten I was in this den, I missed her so much. I decided to go downstairs while making the call even though Ray wasn't home.

As much as I love the space he'd been giving me since after that painting day, for some unexplainable reason, I missed his presence. He rarely slept in the villa and even when he did, not in the same room with me. I equally noticed the painting he did of me wasn't in the room or anywhere at all. I just hoped he hadn't sold it or displayed it to people.

As I hurried downstairs, I'd decided not to use the elevator which Ray and the Don used .

Suddenly, I bumped into someone and my phone fell from my hand. I looked up in shock and it was one of Draco's men, Jeremy.

I was still standing in shock when he bent and handed over my phone to me saying "I'm so sorry , young mistress. Forgive me ".