SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

Dave followed Ashley to her control room and watched as she violently dragged her security guard out of his seat. The security guard flinched and exited the room. Her gaze landed on him. “You can operate a supercomputer, right?” She asked.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Yes, but what is this about? And why did you kick him out?” he inquired. “There is no time to explain; thank goodness you are here. I can’t trust anyone here.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the seat in front of the supercomputer. She stood behind him, resting her hand on the headrest of the chair, and handed him the flash drive.

“I want you to play the video that is on this flash drive.” She said. “Okay…” he said, and shoved it into the computer and started operating it. “I think it contains evidence that can prove Chris’s innocence,” she said. He pressed the computer button and entered the video. They both focused on the video; in the video, they could only see the front view of the road, indicating that the car was facing forward before Ashley saw it. “Is…is that it?” Ashley questioned. “Yes.” He replied bluntly. “No, I think you are wrong; there must be something more; check it,” she commanded. “There is nothing more to see, Queen,” he said. Ashley’s mouth was slightly open; she felt weak and disappointed that all her efforts were in vain. “The universe must be on Noah’s side, which means you have to get married to him…I’m sorry, Queen.” Dave stood up from his chair with a sad expression on his face.

“Why does wicked people have their way all the time?” Ashley inquired pissed. “I have no idea, queen, but I don’t think we can see Chris anymore.” He said.

“Why?” she asked. He sighed. “Mrs. Anderson told the cops not to let anyone see him, not even you.” Dave said. “I tried my best to get us a chance to see him, but since he is still in their custody, we can’t do anything.” He replied.

“Put Detective Brad on the phone for me; they can’t detain and treat Chris like a piece of shit because he is a suspect; call my lawyer; I am getting Chris out of this mess; I am tired of playing nice.” Ashley said with a frown. Dave’s hand was trembling as he took out his phone and started dialing the detective’s number.

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Noah was standing in the venue of the engagement, with his father watching as the place was being decorated with his hands in his pocket. “Your dream is finally going to come true, son.” Kendrick said. “Yeah, dad, not only that, after I marry her, I will torture the hell out of her so she will wish we had never married, and I will make her bankrupt.” He said.

“With her old man out of the picture, it will be easy to ruin her life.” Kendrick remarked. “I know you will be very happy when the poison finally finishes the job…We will take his life and I will have Ashley; it’s a win-win.” Noah commented when his phone started ringing. He took out his phone and smiled as he saw the caller. “The job is done,” the person at the other end said. “Good, I knew I could get away with it; keep me updated on what happens next.” Noah said and hung up, turning his gaze to his father. “Tonight I will be getting engaged to the girl of my dreams.” Noah said with a big smile on his face. “I am happy for you, son.” Kendrick said with a creepy smile. “I have to go now.” Kendrick said as he began walking out of the massive hall, followed by two bodyguards. One of Kendrick’s men opened the door of his car for him. He was about to enter his car when he saw a woman’s heels close to his face, and before he could react, the woman hit him in the face with her heels. “Argh!” he screamed in pain and moved away from the car, touching his hurting face.

He stared at the blood in his hand and realized his nose was bleeding before he could look at the car. The woman jumped out of the car and started fighting with his two bodyguards with a gun in her hand; she was wearing a ski mask, so he couldn’t see her face. She gave one of his bodyguards a flying kick, rearranging his face as he fell to the floor with a great thud with blood oozing out of his head. She set her fist, glaring at the last bodyguard, who was in a fighting stance, ready to fight her. “Come on.” The bodyguard said he was calling her over with his hand.

Kendrick panicked and attempted to run back into the hall he had just come from when he heard a gunshot. His body froze as he slowly lowered his head in fear that he was the one who had been shot, but to his greatest surprise, it wasn’t him; it was his bodyguard who had dropped dead on the floor.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?!?” He shouted, terrified, and started panting as he was running toward the entrance of the hall at great speed, but he was finding it hard to carry himself because of his weight. He was almost at the door when he received a punch in the eyes and passed out on the floor.

The woman who had killed his bodyguard lifted old Kendrick off the floor with one hand, carrying him on her shoulder as she walked past his car, which was parked in front of the hall, and halted in front of a minivan. She shoved him into the van and entered after him. “Step on the gas!” she yelled as she settled down in the van, close to a thug still wearing her ski mask. The driver stepped on the gas and drove out of the area; he was also part of the gang.