Leonardo maintened a calm demeanor, he refused to let his anger consume him. But hearing Valeria call Scarlet a concubine, that was the last straw.
Scarlet sensed the tension, an unusual undercurrent of jealousy and hatred emanating from Valeria. Something was off. What did she need to know? And what was so private that Valeria couldn't say it in front of her? Seeing that Leonardo made no move to intervene, Scarlet turned and exited the office, slamming the door behind her. She wouldn’t let herself get caught up in their shenanigans. Leonardo dragged out some papers from his drawer, flipping through the files. "So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, his tone void of emotion. "I want to talk about her," Valeria howled. "Who?" "Oh, please don’t act clueless. How could you do this to me? I thought we had something!" Leonardo looked up from the papers, his gaze dark with restrained angThe night shone bright with a full moon, and just as Scarlet arrived, the scenery turned musty, laced with dread. She had just finished orchestrating her plan. A few days earlier, Leonardo had granted Scarlet access to some of his men. The desire for revenge still boiled through her veins as she sent them to lay in wait for Cassius. Scarlet smiled sinisterly when her men caught him. She watched from her BMW 760Li, its sleek lines gleaming under the moonlight. The luxurious interior enveloped her in comfort as she waited. Scarlet had drawn a map of the clubhouse’s underground layout. Her men ambushed the place, kidnapping Cassius. He didn’t see it coming. One minute, he was in his office at the club, barking orders and counting money. The next, the lights flickered, the walls trembled, and masked figures stormed in. They moved like shadows,silent, efficient, merciless. A needle pierced his neck before he could reach for his gun. As they dragged Cassius away, a violent confronta
As weeks passed by Scarlet still bore some sense of anger toward Leonardo because he hadn't defended her when Valeria called her a concubine but it didn't still stop her from interrogating Damien and giving solutions for the almost flagged account. Yet she knew at some point she had to let go and forgive Leonardo. She needed him as much as he needed her. Scarlet’s next target had been on Cassius; she wanted to take revenge on him for the terrible treatment he gave her when she was at the clubhouse and as well find a way to save those girls who had suffered the same fate as her. She would need Leonardo’s men to assist her but she had to conduct this plan without Leonardo finding out that she needed her own men who were answerable to only her. The type of men that could keep secrets even if they were tortured into spilling it. Scarlet stepped out onto the balcony of the penthouse with these thoughts running through her mind. the warm desert air enveloping her as she gazed out at
A Few Weeks of Isolation Scarlet sat in the dimly lit underground chamber, her fingers lightly drumming against the steel table before her. Scattered across its surface were papers and files, though she remained silent, merely observing. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear. Across from her sat Damien, a frail, jittery chemist. His sunken eyes darted around the room like a cornered animal. Days of isolation had left him disoriented, deprived of light, time, and any sense of reality. His mind had slowly unraveled in the tormenting void of nothingness. She had ensured it. The room had no windows, no indication of day or night, just an eerie, suffocating abyss. The only sounds Damien had known were his own ragged breathing and the occasional distant footsteps that kept him on edge. The henchmen had followed Scarlet's orders precisely, feeding him just enough to keep him alive but starving him of everything else: human contact, hope, sanity. Now, he was ripe for breaki
Leonardo maintened a calm demeanor, he refused to let his anger consume him. But hearing Valeria call Scarlet a concubine, that was the last straw. Scarlet sensed the tension, an unusual undercurrent of jealousy and hatred emanating from Valeria. Something was off. What did she need to know? And what was so private that Valeria couldn't say it in front of her? Seeing that Leonardo made no move to intervene, Scarlet turned and exited the office, slamming the door behind her. She wouldn’t let herself get caught up in their shenanigans. Leonardo dragged out some papers from his drawer, flipping through the files. "So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, his tone void of emotion. "I want to talk about her," Valeria howled. "Who?" "Oh, please don’t act clueless. How could you do this to me? I thought we had something!" Leonardo looked up from the papers, his gaze dark with restrained ang
Valeria stood on the balcony of her office, smoking a cigarette. She was reeling from the wave of dissatisfaction that followed after storming out of the conference room. The meeting had continued without her, and it infuriated her to know that Leonardo no longer cared about her opinion. She seethed with anger, knowing that Scarlet had replaced her, not only in cartel decisions but also in Leonardo's heart. Leonardo entered his office with Scarlet after the meeting ended. He was quite impressed with the way Scarlet had handled things and was open to understanding her opinions better, especially her cryptic statement: 'The traitor will turn out useful in the long run.' "I will have to question him, but first, we need to keep him in isolation," Scarlet began the moment they stepped in. "Why? Besides, how is that going to help?" Leonardo questioned, intrigued. "I want to play with his mind," Scarlet said simply. "How?" Leonardo ask
Scarlet, on the other hand, was impressed to see a woman in the team. She wondered what had taken Leonardo so long to introduce her. Now, at least, she had someone like her in the cartel. "No need for much introduction, I suppose," Leonardo started. "This is Scarlet Blackwood. She will now be a contributing factor to this organization." A murmur rippled across the room. Leonardo exhaled, watching them closely. The murmurs ceased immediately. He moved toward the window, gazing out at the cityscape. "You see, this organization is structured like a pyramid," he continued, indirectly referring to Scarlet but making it seem as if he was addressing everyone. "There is the Don; which is me. The Consigliere; her name is Valeria Thompson," he said, acknowledging her. "She is my advisor. She can be very calculating and brilliant, persistent and sinister with her decisions." Scarlet nodded, taking proper note of Valeria. From her pois