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TWELVE HOURS LATER

Black was finally done with meeting hos friends and was in his car that he had hired. He had gotten some things for his wife and was seated in the car while the driver drove back to the suite. He may appear calm but he was actually desperate to get back to his wife. He felt bad leaving her all alone in a strange city while they should be out having the best honeymoon of their life but no matter how hard he tried, there was always work waiting for him as a Mafia. During the party, when he was not dancing, he was collaborating with Mafias over their next course of action in catching Klaus and finding out who the masked lady was, and that was when he had gone this morning. He was called and he couldn’t afford to miss the meeting especially when it concerned with keeping his family safe. Unfortunately they had spend quite a lot of time discussing and planning that it was pretty late. And now it was almost 8pm and he was headed back to his suite, he was disappointed because he knew that Farah was going to be heartbroken which is why he had gotten some things for her to help pacify her anger.

He had also tried calling her but her calls went to voicemail. Was this retribution for what he had done? He had no idea. But he decided to assume that she wasn’t with her phone at the moment or maybe she was sleeping. He sighed as he looked through the window watching the street lights and hearing french jazz playing on the street and people laughing and dfancing in love with their partners, he felt a bit broken inside. Probably because he knew deep down, that she didn’t love him as much as he thought. After all, this was a marriage of convience not love and she was only doing her duty to make sure that he doesn’t kill her father. It wasn’t supposed to matter but to him, it did happen. That was also the reason why he hadn’t slept with her yet although it was his rights but because he didn’t want to sleep with her knowing that she was gioving up her body without feeling the same way. He wanted it to be mutual. He was a Mafia man yes but he also belived in true love.

He was interrupted from his train of thoughts by his phone ringing, at first he thought it was his wife Farah but he looked and saw that there was no caller ID and the call was an international call, bearing California country code. He didn’t think much of it although it was a strange call. Maybe it was his secretary or someone he knew in California calling him for something. He groaned as he had a splitting headache and picked the call.

Placing it on his ears, he said,

“You are speaking to Black Salvador, who is this?”

“Ah finally, the one and only number 1 mafia in California and across. You may not know who I am but I know who you are.” The stranger said with a very strange french accent as Black sat upright a bit confused.

“Where do I know you from? Who is picking? What do you want from me? Is this a prank call?” Black said as the man laughed and replied,

“Calm down, Black. I believe you are a business man, so am I. You have heard of me, after all, people know me as the great Bruno. Ring any bells?” He asked cackling as Black furrowed his eyebrows and said,

“Bruno? Bruno….the pedophile?” He asked as Bruno got mad and said,

“How dare you make mockery of me? Don’t you know who I am? What power and authority I hold?” He yelled as Black winced pulling the phone from his ears obviously done with this madness and said,

“Listen, I do not know how you got this number but if you dare disturb me again, I will make sure I will hunt you down and kill you myself okay.” He said as he wanted to cut the call but what Bruno said next, made his heart drop cold,

“Don’t you want to know what happened to your friend Mikey? After all he was so generous to give me your number.” He said as Black clenched his fist tightly and said,

“What the hell are you talking about? Where is my best friend? Are you trying to pull my temper?” Black asked, his voice raised at this moment as he was visibly enraged but Bruno just laughed and said,

“I suggest you better lower your tone, after all I am the one who calls the shot now. Make no mistake, I am the the player moving the pawns and you, Black are my pawn. I will send you the location where we can meet. I suggest you call that honeymoon off and get your ass back to California, expect a message from me. Good bye. Bruno said as he wanted to cut the call but Black said,

“Wait….put him on the phone first. You better not have harmed a hair on his head or I swear to you….

“Oh he is dead. I killed him, you really think I would take that chance. Please he had it coming, but he didn’t die in vain. It was either he surrender or he would watch thousands of kids being killed off in front of him and he would still die, so he gave up. I will send the body later. Okay?” He said as tears burned his eyes as Black said,

“I swear to God, I will find you and take my vengeance on you. You will regret messing with the people I care about. I will make you pay, better run because no amount of security is going to make you safe from my wrath.” He said as Bruno replied,

“You don’t understand, I need you in California. That is all. I want to meet you so please call with everything you got, you need it, and oh tell his lover Michael okay? And he should bring back Tiki. She belonged to me.” He said before cutting the call as Michael hit the dashboard angrily causing the driver to wind down his shield and said,

“Sir is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine, just keep driving.” Black said as the driver nodded his head and wound back the shield while Black was angry.

Meanwhile as soon Bruno cut the call, he called another number and soon it connected as he said,

“The bait has been set. Black will be coming soon enough.

“And I suppose his wife will be with him.” The voice on the other hand said,

“Of course, he is too distraught about the friend he won’t realize the trap we have set for him.”

“In that case, it is time for Phase B of the plan. Good job, I will keep in touch.