Bris Mines Construction Company
Italy Rome
10:37am
The atmosphere surrounding the company was neutral.
Employees of different sections going about their businesses totally unaware of the heated meeting or rather argument going on in the conference room.
One would think they are debating on the business world, reasoning the amount of energy they put In the argument not knowing they're saying a different thing entirely.
The round table was occupied by five prominent men including Bris himself.
"I got the news this morning.., Diego is dead" Ashton Sinclair,a drug dealer and Mafia overlord uttered angrily.
"Exactly..! And we don't know who is next" another stated, banging his fist on the table.
"That's the least of the problem right now.. these girls, what exactly do they want?" Ashton asked, directing the question to Bris who has been silent.
Bris glance at their faces before grunting out a reply.
"Your heads on a platter of gold"
"But why?" Mavins Higgins dumbly asked, he is a successful businessman who was ranked 5th in the country.
One would always wonder how he managed to get into the top five in the business world because he is so dumb!.
"James is gone, Diego too. These were our footmen..,I think they're after those involved in the case ten years ago" Ashton stated, looking at Bris for clarification.
"Yes.., Ashton is right..they are out for revenge. Going from lowest to the highest" Bris added.
They all exchange glances on that statement before fixing their gaze upon one person.
Mavins ! Who seem less concern about the meeting going on.
"What..? Why are you all looking at me like that?" He asked with raised eyebrows not understanding why the intense look.
"You are next..!" They chorus together.
It took a while for Mavins's brain to register what they meant..as soon as it clicked he exclaimed!
"No..!!,No.., fucking way! I'm gonna die first?" He banged his fist on the table spilling the coffee.
"Why the hell I'm I supposed to die first? Is this some kind of psychic meeting?!!" He yelled aggressively.
Well, nobody will certainly be pleased to hear that they're going to die soon.
"Look mavins,we don't know yet who those girls are or why exactly are they coming after us but one thing is certain, this killings is connected to the case ten years ago and they're going from the lowest to the highest
In the order of the organization after Diego is you and Diego is fucking dead, you're next, after you...
Is me" Killian Johnson,an international merchant that deals with arms calmly explained.
Killian's words sank deep into the heads of his comrades.
The conference room fell silent so deeply that a drop of pin could be heard loudly.
Each man has his own thoughts,as they calculate their deaths.
It's kinda funny knowing you're gonna die soon and the next person that's gonna die after you.
Jesus! That's creepy.
Mavins got up aggressively
"I'm outta here.." He walked out, blinded by rage.
Lol,who cares?
One after the other they left save for Bris and Ashton.
"That case ten years ago.., are you sure all loopholes were tied?" Ashton queries, Bris throws him a look of 'don't you trust me?'
"Yeah..they did a clean job" he answered hoarsely.
"Do something about mavins,he might babble us out if they got to him first" Ashton said, lighting up his pipe.
Bris turned to stare at him thinking about what he just said.
"I will have someone arrange something" He finally said.
"Whatever It is..,we are in this together Bris" They shook hands, their eyes held the solemnity of their brotherhood.
****
Central Police station
Miami Florida
11:00am
The police station was situated in the middle of the City of Miami, equipped with eligible men with appropriate qualifications working there.
The station was divided into segments and departments.
Michael was currently in the chief inspector's office reporting his discovery of the burnt cathedral.
"The cathedral was bombed with a unique kind of explosive that I've never seen before, sir" He said with high shoulders,chest pumped out in the regular officer's way.
The General inspector nodded his head, eyes narrowed down at him.
"No survivors?"
"No survivors at all ,Sir"Micheal responded affirmatively without blinking.
" But a body was found still clean," he added.
"It wasn't burnt..,was it recognized?" The inspector asked.
"Um..sir, it was Diego Marshalls Sir" Micheal replied, choosing his words carefully.
The general inspector has a close relationship with Diego due to some favour Diego did for him.
"What.?!" The inspector stood up in shock.
"I've informed my team members Sir,we will get to the bottom of this case" Michael stated.
"Call for a meeting with the team members, I will personally lead the investigation" the inspector declared and Micheal's eyes widened in shock.
The inspector has a reputation for solving any case he embarks on.
He feared for whosoever is responsible for Diego's murder because they will surely get caught.
"Yes Sir!" Michael saluted and left the room.
Michael walked briskly to his department.
"Attention everyone..!" He clapped his hands loudly and everybody stood at attention immediately.
"We have a meeting with the inspector today.. Do I have your cooperation?" Micheal said, arms akimbo.
"Yes commander" the team saluted, yeah. He is the commander of the homicide department.
"Alright I'll leave you to prepare for the meeting.., sergeant Jones come with me" Micheal ordered and the sergeant ran over to his side.
Michael held his shoulder and moved out of the department out of the station.
"How is he?" He asked immediately they're out of ear shot.
Sergeant Jones looked over his shoulder if anyone was looking at them.
"He is still unconscious.., Michael this is dangerous what if the inspector finds out" Jones stated, wiping his sweat.
" Look at me.. Jones" Micheal held his shoulder, looking at him dead in the eyes.
"He is not going to find out there is a survivor, it will be just between us
Promise me Jones..as your friend,
it will be our little secret" Micheal cooed, locking eyes with him.
" Fine, fine..I will not say a word" Jones finally interjected, looking away.
Jones looked at his best friend and commander, wondering if he was doing the right thing.
Michael has always been the brave one among them, always saving him from bullies back in highschool and having his back all the time.
"No survivors?"
"No survivors..I will keep him safe " Jones stated,it is his turn to have his friend's back.
"Go on..give me the keys" Micheal pushed him softly.
Jones handed him the keys,nodded his head and left.
Micheal turned around to stare at the inspector's window that was high up in the building, his heart beating frantically against his ribcage.
He had lied to his boss,deep down he sincerely hoped the inspector doesn't find out that there is a survivor.
He got into the police van and drove off to a remote area near the beach.
***
Los Angeles
Blackwood's Estate
Lara and her girls have flown in from Miami Florida after completing their mission.
Immediately the plane landed, Lara had alighted and confined herself to her room.
The rest of the girls also retired to their rooms except Eve.
She has been in the Castle's bar drinking herself to stupor.
On any other day the girls would have been partying and rejoicing over another enemy down but this time it was different.
Everybody is somewhat distraught and sober,the house is gloomy as if it was haunted in their absence.
Miami did something to them but it's left for them to decide what to do with their experiences.
Either to let it become another nightmare or turn it into a more stronger ambition.
Eve day on the stool at the bar pouring herself a glass of tequila,she clinked the glass with the bottle.
She said drunkenly "cheers.." and giggled.
She had thought the pain would die with Diego but she was wrong rather facing him has reopened the old wound.
These scars she had been fighting to erase have been torn wide open again.
She drowned the tequila in the glass and threw it against the wall and burst into tears.
Eve held the bottle to her chest, sobbing heavily.
Memories of agony kept resurfacing in her head.
***
"Let me go..let me go..,you bastard!!" Little Eve screamed out loud as Diego's guards held her down against the luxurious bed.
"Shut up you little wench!" Diego slapped her, pinning her neck.
She had been roaming the streets in her bloodied clothes after burying her unformed sister.
When she came across Diego whom she recognized as her father's business acquaintance.
Diego had shown her pity and promised that he was going to take care of her.
He had the maids cleaned her up and gave her a room to herself.
She was still grieving her dead parents when Diego's guards bursted the room open.
She had screamed at her guys that night but no help came.
The guards had held her against the bed as Diego and his guards raped her that night..
She never committed any sin..she was only a child.