Chapter Seventy One : The loosing Game.

Drent"I want everything on Marcus by Friday," I said. "Movements, contacts, whoever he's been meeting with since he got back. I don't care how you get it."Javier's voice came through the phone even and steady. He had been with me long enough to receive instructions like that without needing them softened. "Understood. I'll have something to you by Thursday night.""Good."A brief pause on the line. "There's something else.""Say it.""The boxing match." I could hear the careful neutrality he was putting into his voice, which meant he had an opinion he was deciding whether to share. "It's been getting attention. Sponsors are talking about it. People are watching how you handle it.""I know.""Renata's been training hard. Word is she's serious about this.""I know that too.""So what's the plan?""The plan is I win," I said. "Same as everything else."I ended the call and set the phone face down on the desk and sat back.The room was quiet. Outside the window the city did what it alwa

Chapter Seventy Two: H Bomb

MarcusMy door crashed open with the kind of bang that turned heads immediately. I swung my chair around to see Dakota walking in, her hands clutched tightly around a flyer, a mischievous grin spread across her face.I stood up, towering over her as she stopped in front of me."What is this all about?""Whatever do you mean, Master Marcus?" she said, leaning forward on my desk."Banging into my office. I've told you to only do that when you had a way I could eliminate my brother and get the empire.""That is exactly why I'm here, sir." My mood lifted, but I didn't let it show on my face. Dakota had a plan. A lead. And she never once disappointed me with her plans.I had sat all day in my chair making calls, trying to find loopholes to get to my brother, but all had come to nothing. And here was Dakota standing in front of me with a plan.I couldn't hide my smile.I folded my arms and sank slowly into my chair."I'm listening, Dakota."The next thing she did was slam a flyer on my desk

Chapter Seventy Three : Sink Or swim.

DrentSir Khabib's office was the kind of room that had been designed to remind you of how much money was in it. Heavy furniture, the kind of art on the walls that existed purely to signal taste, and a view of the city that said everything about where the man who sat behind that desk had positioned himself in the world.He stood when I came in, which was a courtesy he extended to very few people, and we shook hands and sat and his assistant poured coffee that neither of us touched."We're looking forward to this fight," he said. As he swung his chair slightly. "The attention it's getting is significant. More than we anticipated, frankly.""I appreciate the investment," I said. "Both of you coming on board early meant a great deal."He nodded, accepting this, and then he leaned forward slightly and the warmth in his expression adjusted itself into something more direct."I'll be plain with you, Drent. We have a great deal of money behind this. Not just on the event itself but on the ou

Chapter Seventy Four : Bomb came Early

MarcusDakota picked up on the first ring."Tell me something good," I said."I have it." Her voice was low, the way it got when she was somewhere she shouldn't be and knew it. "Everything we discussed. I have it and I know exactly what to do with it."I laughed. from genuine satisfaction. "The fight is tomorrow, Dakota. You understand that. Tomorrow.""I understand.""Which means tonight. Everything has to be in place tonight.""I know the timeline, sir." A pause. "I do need to say something first.""Then say it quickly.""The venue." She hesitated, which Dakota rarely did, and the hesitation told me she had been sitting with this for a while before deciding to say it. "There will be a great number of people there. Staff, crew, people setting up from the morning. Spectators by the afternoon. If we go through with this the way you've outlined, the blast won't discriminate. It will take out whoever is standing in the wrong place at the wrong time and that includes people who have nothi

All Chapters of FAKE DATING THE HOTTEST BOXER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 74

Chapter Seventy One : The loosing Game.

Chapter Seventy Two: H Bomb

Chapter Seventy Three : Sink Or swim.

Chapter Seventy Four : Bomb came Early