All Chapters of Deal With The Devil: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Lord Roberto’s POV) “Escort the guests back to the mainland. Tell them…” I massaged my temples as I try my best to think about any possible excuses I could use to cover up what happened tonight. “Tell them there was an urgent matter we had to attend to. Something about security." Butler Francis nodded without hesitation. He knows better than to ask questions. My sons have no idea what I went through to gather those guests to come to this wedding tonight. I had a hard time negotiating their presence, to make sure our family’s power remains unquestioned. And then they decide to throw a spectacle right in front of them? Unbelievable. This was supposed to help our mob gain more alliances. Not the other way around. I accepted his marriage with that insolent detective, thinking that it would be for the best. But it seems like I’m wrong. Who would have thought that that small kid is capable of betraying us? I

(Bryan’s POV) After my father’s burial, I didn't waste time and called out a meeting to address the vacant position he left. I told them that we have to make a decision on who will be the next Lord Master of the mob. We can't leave that position vacant for too long. The enemies might grab that as an opportunity to destroy what we have. But of course, that’s just an excuse. I want to take advantage of this situation while Cole is still distracted with Bright’s disappearance. I want them to see how incapable he is as a leader. I want them to believe that I am the one deserving for the position. Of course, some are still stubborn who choose to stay on his side. The meeting room is in chaos with their voces rising over each other, arguments bouncing back and forth like a game I have no patience for. "We should honor Lord Roberto’s last wish," Hector, one of my father’s longtime advisors, said. I pinned my eyes to him.

(Francis’s POV) [A Week Ago] “What is the meaning of this?!” I angrily said, tossing the box towards him. The bottles of arsenic poison dramatically rolled on the floors until it stopped into their scattered clothes on the floor. He glanced at me annoyed. I seemed to have interrupted his intimate moment with Michelle, but I couldn’t care less. Not after I found out that he has been ordering lots of poison from the same company for the last thirteen years. Why on Earth would he buy one thousand bottles of that?! Bryan frantically looked at me, his glares piercing deep into my bones, but that didn’t faze me. I did not raise him all these years to play with something so dangerous. I know how lethal envy could get, but I did not expect this. Where is he using that poison? To whom? His expression changed as soon as he saw the bottles on the tiled floor. He gestured to Michelle to leave the room. I watched him cover him

(Bryan’s POV) I glanced around the grand hall confidently. The entire place is alive with conversation and laughter of the guests. I can hear the clinking of their expensive glasses filling the place. The big chandeliers in the room just make everything look more luxurious. I moved through the crowd effortlessly with a practiced smile plastered on my face. I have been personally serving the guests their wine. Each bottle costs more than most people make in a year, but for these people, it’s nothing. They expect this kind of treatment. I’m not exactly complaining. As a matter of fact, I think it’s better for them to be materialistic. At least, I know exactly what to give them just to earn their support. Money is never a problem to a Hitwell like me. “Give me five more of those,” I said to the waiter who had been tailing me as I circled around the place. He nodded promptly before walking back to the wine chamber.

(Bryan’s POV) I stepped into the stadium, with my heart hammering against my ribs. I scanned my eyes around the high profiles in the Underground Society, each of them raising their banners into who they think will win the combat. Red for Bryan. Blue for Cole. I felt my fists clenching as I watched how the bleachers turn into a sea of blue lights. They seemed to have forgotten so fast who sent their invitations to attend here. Some of them even forgot that I’m the reason why my father helped them in the past. I’m the one who transacted with them to get to my father’s office at the time. Not Cole… I am. I was hoping that with those kind gestures, they would stand by me when this time comes. But looking at the boards rising around the stadium, I can tell that most of them are still in favor of Cole. No matter what they thought he did. No matter how much effort I exerted just to make him the fucking bad guy! I checked the transparent knu