Marcus Evans had never seen his daughter's jaw drop so hard that it popped, but he bore witness to it that night.
"Are you alright? What is it?" Marcus whispered to his daughter.The jaw pop was so audible that some of the people around him heard it and were looking at his daughter strangely.Audrey herself was having some difficulties closing her jaw. This was not what she was expecting to see. She tried to lean to Michael, perhaps he could explain what was happening.But Michael ignored her completely. His eyes were fixed on Iryna Gallagher who sat directly in front of him from across the table.Michael swallowed and pulled his shirt away from his neck. He blinked hard hoping that the image in front of him would vanish.But no matter how much he did this, she was still there staring straight at him. He couldn't help but remember what a friend had told him some time back.'Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.'Her predatory sharp stare sent shivers down his spine. His back became so cold that he thought he had severed his spinal cord."Is she alright?" The female CEO of a prosperous newspaper asked Marcus.Marcus barely nodded at her statement and held his daughter. He was about to stand up and take her aside when one of the numerous men in black suits acting as security held him down and said menacingly, 'Closed meeting.'Iryna cleared her throat and the whole table went silent again. She pointed directly in front of her, toward Marcus. "Is there a problem there?" She spoke in a very stern voice.Marcus felt a cold sweat break throughout his body. "She is having difficulty with her jaw, it seems—""Take care of it," Iryna interrupted. She referred to the man in a black suit.The man immediately grabbed Audrey's jaw without delay and popped it back into place. He returned to his post as if nothing had happened and stared straight into nothingness."Oh thank you very much, Mrs. Walters," Marcus said shakily.It was surely a bad debut for him to impress the young woman. He glared at his daughter and Michael, he would curse them if anything were to happen to his cash supply."I am very sorry for the delays," Marcus apologized. He almost choked at the intimidating thick aura that was hanging in the large hall. Even the color of the lights illuminating the room where on the depressing side of the color yellow.Iryna ignored him and looked across the table. She took in a deep breath and cleared her throat."Good evening, Ladies and gentlemen present at this table. A few days ago, I lost my husband, Fred Walters," Iryna paused and looked down at the table.Somewhere deep in her heart, she felt a tiny twinge of pain. Even though they had spent little time together, Fred Walters was her friend.She might not have loved him as a husband, but she had come to care for and enjoy his company as a friend. She was hurt by his passing.Iryna regained her composure and continued."But that doesn't mean all will end with him," she said in a firm voice. "He has passed on his legacy to me to continue and I will fulfill my duties as a wife so that all my husband built will not fall apart.""So I will not let some mismanagement, which I have heard from some of you gathered here, drag my husband's effort to waste!" She cast her predatory glance across the table.Gifted with striking green eyes from birth, her intense stare made some of the business associates present stir in their seats.She clapped her hands and Jeremy, Fred's lawyer gave her a folder and returned to the darkness he came from.Marcus frowned at the folder from where he sat. His mind told him he wouldn't like to know the contents of the folder.Michael adjusted his tie and clasped his hands together. He was sweating under his shirt. He was already wishing he had never broken up with her.The meeting had become very uncomfortable that he unconsciously sat at the edge of his seat. He wanted to be done with the meeting and scamper out of the room immediately. But that vicious glare..."Inside this folder are all the expenditures, all the transactions made in all the companies that are under Fred Walter's name." Iryna brought out the contents of the folder and slammed the empty folder on the table, the sound echoing across the room.Iryna took her time to look around the table and she saw some very uncomfortable CEOs looking away from her. She smiled at their demise. She was going to have fun that night."Hmm, let's see," Iryna examined the documents she was holding in her hands and looked directly at the CEO of Jameson's Auto, a very prestigious vehicle manufacturing company. The old man coughed and wiped his face immediately."Pumped in three hundred million dollars last year and the profit gotten at the end of last year was," she stopped and looked at him. "Nine hundred and seventy-five million dollars," Iryna said.There was a round of applause around the table for the whooping profit generated."That is very much good work, but I am not quite happy with your staff Mr. James," Iryna said. The clapping stopped."Eh —what do you mean Mrs. Walters?" Mr. James, the CEO quivered at the corner of his mouth."Counts of embezzlement of funding; Bad treatment of workers; Do you want me to continue?" Iryna asked politely.Mr. James stood up. "I am very sorry Mrs. Walters, I will try my best to recti—""Your funding will be reduced to one hundred and fifty million dollars," Iryna continued."Surely there is some—""—I? Make a mistake? Now that is an insult I will not take lightly. Apart from the fact that I pump in a lot of money, I know some investors bring in cash to keep it running. Three hundred million should have made you pass the one billion mark but you failed due to your incompetence, you will have to make sure to pass the one billion dollar revenue mark this year before I can think of pumping money again," Iryna said.Marcus looked at Michael and back to Iryna. He hadn't expected her to know her stuff.Iryna scoffed and looked down at her paper. "Oh this is interesting, Evans Modeling agency," she stopped and looked straight at Michael.The court had been swift in declaring Marcus and Michael's verdict.Michael had hired a hot-shot criminal lawyer that lied like fuck during the entire hearing. The man was so good that he had almost even convinced everyone at the hearing that his client Michael was innocent, but the evidence was just too much against him.Marcus had been sentenced to ten years in prison with light labor in a penitentiary in California.Michael was sentenced to twenty-one years in prison, with hard labor and no parole. His modeling career was over, his life was over as it stood."Mark my words, you will pay for this!" Michael had said to Iryna when he was being thrown in a van."It should get old by now, shouldn't it?" Lucien waved him away at the court.Amanda Walters was still being held by the FBI, and it looked like it would remain like that for a while.The FBI wanted to fish out all information about the Mafia network in Latin America.Tyrese's charred body was later recovered.It was discovered
The sound of helicopters got closer and panic started spreading among the gangs and Mafia lords that surrounded the empty cars."The FBI!" Someone screamed.Government-issued SUVs pulled up and FBI SWAT teams were already over the place, holding their guns at them. They were completely surrounded.Michael gritted his teeth and dropped his phone. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He screamed. "Why does this always happen to me!"The FBI team wasted no effort in apprehending all the Mafia and gang members.The mission was possible because of two things, one, the FBI had come in massive numbers and had surrounded their enemies. Two, because of their magnificent entree, the enemy was too overwhelmed to act that they had suddenly given up their will to fight."Drop your weapons and go down on your knees, order of the bureau!" someone said on a loudspeaker."Fuck this!" Michael dragged Amanda and kicked Marcus out of his way. He ran forward to a nearby vehicle, but he was stopped by agents.Amanda tried
"Sir, the plane has landed," the intercom buzzed.Michael was seated inside a black limousine and sipped wine from his cup."Any sign of them?" He asked after he had put his glass down."Yes, they are stepping out of the plane," the intercom buzzed again."Jesus, New Orleans is so cold at this time of the year," Amanda shivered as she entered the car. "So this is the United States," Amanda looked out of the window at the high-rise buildings in the Central Business District."The target has landed, the plan is being kicked into motion," Michael said."Good, they will be heading to the mansion, and we will cut them off in that location you mentioned," Amanda held Michael's chest and began drawing circles."What are you doing?" Michael suddenly asked.Amanda came up and kissed Michael on the lips, short and fast."What was that for?" Michael asked as blushes developed on his cheek."That is just part one, I will give you the rest when we are done with them," Amanda whispered in his ears.
Iryna's eyes felt like lead when she woke up. She was in and out of sleep for the past eight hours. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The bandages on her hands made them feel even sore.She looked out of the window and all she saw was water, from a bird's eye view. They were on their way to The United States... home."You were out for quite a long," a deep voice spoke.Iryna turned in the direction of the voice and saw Lucien sitting on a chair on the other side. IV lines were there and he wore a blanket over his legs. He looked better now, and his wounds had been tended to."Gosh," Iryna rubbed her eyes and yawned. "How are you doing, Lucien?" Iryna asked. She stretched and heard a few bones bop in her shoulders."Never been better," Lucien laughed. "The doctor said it was a miracle I was alive. My liver has been grazed, plus a lot of other internal blood vessels," he said with a smile. "Seems like I will be out for months," Lucien chuckled."Just rest up," Iryna told him. She looked o
Michael was getting irritated where he was. All of a sudden, the cops were showing up in large numbers, and Amanda was nowhere to be found."Alright boys, let's round this up!" Michael spoke out.The men all stopped and looked at him."I know, I am not your boss, but I can't seem to find Amanda anywhere and the police are coming, so we will have to ditch this place and run," Michael explained.He expected Amanda to do just fine, besides she was crazy enough to save him from the FBI that day. She would save herself."Where is Amanda?" One of the men asked. "We can't leave without her," he looked around. There was a murmuring passing among the group."For Christ's sake! It is almost morning, we have to go," Michael pointed at the sky.The sun was just On the horizon, it was just seconds away from sunrise. There was no time to wait around anymore."Michael!" Amanda suddenly appeared from behind a vehicle and she limped heavily.Her Kawasaki bike was oddly naked and there were a few crazy
Amanda stood up and stepped forward. Her left leg side roared with pain from her contact with the ground after that stunt with the van. There was a bruise on her forehead, but nothing she couldn't handle.Amanda picked up a bat that lay on the floor and smiled. She walked in the direction of the van.Iryna was the first to open her eyes. She let out a cough. Her legs hurt, but she could still feel and move them.She looked around and saw that the door at the back was missing. She felt fear develop in her and turned towards Lucien. He was still breathing, but he was knocked unconscious after the van turned over. Reynold was also unconscious, but his breathing was becoming raspy.Iryna looked at the front, and she saw Selena dangling from her seat belt upside down, the wound on her head looked very bad, and she could already tell that the driver was in an even worse state.Iryna tapped Selena's face. "Selena, Selena, wake up," there was a response, the twitching of facial muscles and so