CHAPTER 9• The Meeting.

"Call Mr Fernando. Let's cut off the deal. His partner already went against the rule." Blake informed as he was led into the grand hall where he and his Mafia allies were to hold their meetings.

As soon as he entered, they all rose on their feet, watching him as he walked towards the chair at the head of the room.

Blake had his seat then the people present did the same.

"The secret the families have been trying to conceal has finally been let out. Thanks to someone, who didn't take his job seriously." He began glancing at Gunnar who bowed a little, as though ashamed for not doing his work right.

"Other Mafia families would be after us to retrieve what we hold high, and I want us all to strengthen ourselves now. This is the time we should be loyal to ourselves." He paused looking around the room, seeing that they were all paying attention to him.

None of them dared make a sound while he addressed them, except they were ready to lose everything that he owned.

"Whoever gets approached by our friends or foes should let us all know about it, or else will be counted as a traitor." He warned. "Now let's talk about business," Blake said in conclusion.

"About governor Ricardo. How are you going to handle it, boss? No one cheats and goes scot-free." An ally of his asked.

"It's my business, I know how to handle it... You don't have to worry. We will make more than what he took from us." He said with assurance.

"A spy of ours who was sent to Qatar was arrested on getting there. I think it'll be impossible to export the drugs. Customs are tight." Marcus informed, seated amongst the other allies.

"Seems like I already found a way to meet with the head of customs," Blake replied. "How are you managing the $300 million for the new business venture?"

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The meeting wrapped up quickly, and the other men departed, leaving Blake alone with Marcus and Gunnar.

"I'll help you light it," Gunnar said, approaching Blake and flicking on the lighter for his cigarette.

Blake inhaled the cigar as he puffed out smoke.

"Have you already contacted Governor Ricardo?" Marcus asked.

"I want you to bring him over to America, if he still doesn't have my money with him, sell his properties. And you could put his organs up for buyers." Blake informed inhaling the cigarettes again.

"Okay," Marcus responded lowly.

"Gunnar, you should travel out of the country, all eyes must be on you. You shouldn't inform anyone about your traveling if you care about your life." Blake Informed as he put the half-smoked cigarette on the ashtray.

"I have a business to attend to." Blake stood up as he strolled out of the meeting room and his bodyguard started to follow him.

He walked down the stairs, headed over to the Range Rover, and slid in. The bodyguard shut the car door and the driver began driving with two escort cars following him from behind.

The drive was a little bit longer as it was as if he was heading out of the city thanks to the hideout of Mr. Fernando's ally, who wouldn't stop being greedy.

What's up with people betraying everyone because of money? Blake almost wondered as he alighted from the Range Rover.

He walked into the building, and the people present all paid respect to him with a curt nod that was meant to be a bow.

"Mr. Blake---" The man who was tied to a pillar stammered upon seeing Blake.

He knew he wasn't going to make it out alive now that Blake Knight came to visit him.

"I assume you have been hoping to see me physically." Blake started as he took some steps closer to the man who had a look of dread on his face already.

A bodyguard walked over to Blake, setting up a chair, and Blake had his seat, his gaze focused on the man.

"I have just two questions to ask you. You might get out alive if it isn't time for you to die yet." Blake started.

"Please--Please. Please spare me; I promise to answer every one of your questions; please don't kill me yet." The man begged, his exhaustion evident.

He was stupid to have thought that he could cheat on Blake Knight and go scot-free.

"You know what. I climbed high not by cheating or stealing or even taking over any inheritance." Blake paused. "But by hard work."

"I promise to be hardworking; I would never dare steal from you; please just this once, spare me, please." The man continued to beg.

"Here goes the questions... Does Fernando know about you cheating?" Blake asked; this time, he was on an expressionless gaze, and the man dared not skip the question to beg.

The last time he saw Blake Knight, he looked like a Billionaire one can run to for help and will be willing to assist without taking anything in return. But that had all been a fallacy. It was all a cover-up. His funding to an orphanage home might even be just to promote his social life as well.

"Yes, yeah. He--he was in together with Governor Ricardo." The man answered.

Blake nodded negatively, how dare his father-in-law try to stab his back again? He shouldn't have let that man live after he got married to his daughter.

"Last question. Who ordered the three of you to try playing smart on me?" Blake asked.

"I'm afraid to tell you that." The man cried.

"Really?" Blake smirked.

"Would you spare me if I tell you who it was?"

"Who ordered for you to cheat on me." He repeated sternly.

The man stammered as he blurted out the word. "Mr. Rizzo."

"That undercover imposter?" Blake scoffed. "Sign the contract papers to transfer all your properties." He commanded as he got on his foot about turning to go.

"Will I be saved after this---"

"Stop the questioning..." Blake interrupted as he brought out his gun from the back of his trousers and released the bullet to the man's arm and the man shouted, groaning in pain.

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"The news just got to me. Blake Knight found out, he already asked for his father-in-law to be brought to America." Mr. Rizzo said to the phone.

"Listen carefully..." The caller started as he gave out instructions to him.

"I'll do just that, boss. I promise not to let you down." Mr. Rizzo replied.

"Good. Remember, my eyes are on you." The caller hung up at once.

"Excuse me, sir, someone wants to meet with you." A lady informed.

"Who? What does he want?" Mr. Rizzo asked with a snarl.

"She's a lady, Scarlett." The lady assistant informed him.

"What does she want?" Mr. Rizzo muttered. "Let her in." He instructed, and his assistants walked away.

Rizzo returned to his seat, as he opened his drawer, he heard the door creak open. As if knowing who it was, he said. "It's been months since you last visited me." He raised his head to Scarlett, who was glaring at him. "Is that the new way to greet?"

"Please spare me the shit." Scarlett cussed.

"Would you like to take your seat before you continue with cussing? I wouldn't hear what you have to say if you don't have your seat."

"The hell," Scarlett whispered, still on her glares. "You know I'm here for Abigail right?" She began as she had her seat putting her bag on the desk.

"Of course, it's always about your so-called sister." Mr. Rizzo smirked.

"Why the hell did you hire her for some $50 million deal?" Scarlett asked.

"I offered her that amount and as brilliant as she was, she accepted to work. That's not such a big deal." He replied.

"Why her! You could have asked other ladies who are crazy about money, right!" She half yelled.

"Lower your voice, Scarlett." He spoke. "You should be grateful she's willing to do anything for the betterment of the two of you. It's not as if the job I offered her wasn't an easy task."

"And does that call for her to relocate to New York? Working at Lust Club to maybe nab a potential client for your drug business?"

"That wasn't what the job entailed about if that's what she told you."

"Then what is it!"

"Tea or coffee?" Mr. Rizzo questioned instead.

"Shit, you disgust me..." Scarlett cussed as she looked away from him.

"That's not a nice way to speak with your father." He said.