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his voice echoed. He detailed the events of his disappearance and everything that occurred before the auditorium explosion. All the people inside the premise were secretly held as hostages as few names were called. Those people were then blindfolded and transported elsewhere. They were C class businessmen and company associates who had access to funds of their own corporates or establishments that they were working for. “Them!” He turned his head around to the row of prosecutors, “Weren’t you all ashamed to have acted as prosecutors to a crime that you yourselves have done? Rhio’s innocent! The time that he went back to the country, he was beside his own family.”

I can't help but wonder what they're hiding. "Mr Roderigo we are now in Florida" the pilot announced. I rose from my seat and Rico opened the door stepping out first, followed by two body guards who carried our things and then myself and Dominguez. We have an issue to deal with here. Someone thought they were smart enough to steal from us. One million dollar worth of cocaine and meth. It's not a whole lot for me, but still, I need to teach him a lesson. The rat thought Florida a good place to hide. Big mistake. Rico had no stress fishing him out. We're going to pay him a big surprise. He should know we're on our way by now. I had my men kidnap him and take him to our camp.

Before Rio could move to the sofa, Gianna said quietly, “If they find the person who orchestrated this … if Dante and Sal and Giovanni are certain it’s him, they’re going to kill him, aren’t they?” Rio pursed his lips. “I can handle it, okay? You can tell me the truth.” “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle it,” Rio stated, and seemed truthful. “It’s that I don’t think you really want to know the answer.” “It’s yes,” Gianna said for him. “Eventually,” Rio admitted with a slow tip to his head. “But the guy is going to wish before the end that it happened fast. Because to your brother and to Cypher, and to all of Mariposa, this is about as personal as it gets.”

I arranged my men and had them scoop out every valuable that was left in the rubble. But that didn’t come without consequences. The government came hot on my heels. But I had converted the jewels to cash by then, a total of 3 billion dollars. And I need that fool Jovan to do only one thing—hide it for me. I upgraded my existing account I had with his bank and worked out a change of name: Matteo Rossi. Hell, how I wanted to say that name to his face that day at the hotel. But it would ruin it all.

“Not when he fancies you. I may have lost some, but it’s better than to risk him bringing everything I’ve invested out on my club back to zero. Haven’t you done your research?” It took a moment for Rio to answer. “I didn’t know him.” “Well—” There is a peculiar smile that curve on his lips. “—You’ll be surprise to know whom we are talking about.” [END OF FLASHBACK] And that’s what Rio do, which she never most likely done in the past. Her days would have just passed by in a blink. Slumbers on depth, unfathomable dreams and nightmares in separation, before the sun set, and so her job calls for the night. She doesn’t mostly care about who and what has been happening. As long as she can feed her

Pedro leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Three months ago. A massive heist, orchestrated with the Russians and the Colombians. A joint op to hit a private cargo plane out of Johannesburg. It was loaded with uncut diamonds—stones the size of your fist—and gold bars straight from the mines. The haul was worth north of five hundred million.” He paused, letting the number hang in the thick air between us, as I could almost see it: the glittering fortune, the sheer scale of the ambition. “It all went sideways because of him,” Pedro continued, his voice tightening with a fresh, raw anger.

Rio assured him that money wasn’t the problem as the detective had already hinted at his high charges. They came to a final agreement as Rio made part payment of what he was charged. He immediately got to work as he received part payment as Rio had assured him he would get the other part when he got his wife back. Rio drove him to her house as he had requested, the doors to the house had been placed under lock, bringing out his side skills, he brought out a hairpin from his pocket and unlocked the doors. Rio, who stood by him, was left in shock as he saw how he unlocked the doors. He had seen such tricks in movies but he hadn’t seen one in reality.

Monic mentioned whereas Jessica was already off the hook. She was already logged into her PC where she had her very first search about Ben Sanchez and Ramio Sanchez. Ben Sanchez was being defined an ex general from the Mexican Army. A highly ranked detective who had retired about five years ago and decided to start a business with his Ramio Back in Mexico at their home town Aguazul dealing with coffee and transportation. Whereas Ramio had already been running the coffee business needing money to keep it going. The led his brother who had all the money but all he needed was Ramio to help him cop up with transportation business which was Ben’s idea.

Cassia asked, following her warily as Elena sank back onto the couch. “I was robbed.” The words tumbled out too quickly, as she played with her manicured nails. Cassia’s eyes narrowed. Elena still wore diamond earrings. “They didn’t take those?” She gestured to the earrings. “He was interrupted.” Cassia didn’t believe her. Elena Ramirez had never been the type of woman anyone interrupted. She carried the confidence of someone born into fear and blood, and men usually parted when she entered a room. But tonight she looked pale, and her eyes looked shifty.