Chapter 9 Cry tears of blood

Zane entered the noisy club. Dressed in all black gave him a frightening aura. As a regular customer. All the employees here knew who he was and didn't dare to delay him.

Only a few knew of the mafia, and they did their best not to provoke anyone.

“Hey champ…you look extra tasty tonight…wanna play,” like every time a sexy waitress came up to him. A strip dancer wearing only a sexy bikini. An ass to die for, and everything he loved in a woman. The lady sat on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and forced a kiss. Zane sat there with a cold expression. His eyes narrowed, knowing he didn't come to the club to have fun but teach a traitor a lesson.

“Move,” he muttered loud enough for the naked lady to be away. Flipping her blond silk hair, the woman bit her lower lip seductively as she ground her large ass on Zane as if trying to be around him. Her cleavage showing in a sexy way as her succulent breasts hang above that any man would go crazy with lust.

“Baby boy…you know you don't want to resist this,” the woman whispered against his ear, teasing to bite his earlobe. Zane's expression darkened, even more, when he glanced around searching for someone he had a huge appetite for. The ridiculous club was filled with sinners, lustful people, and men. The club strobing with bright lights, colored lights. People on the dance floor jumping to the base.

He saw as many waitresses dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks and shooters, serving their customers shots lined up at the bar. Some bartenders flirted with female customers who were prey to their lies.

After getting rid of any woman bothering him, he sat alone at the small table. There were two stools empty. His eyes spotted a lady with pure creamy caramel brown skin with long curly hair serving drinks.

She was wearing a small sparkly red skirt reaching the middle of her soft and smooth-looking thighs. The skirt fit tightly around her small waist, making the sexy shape of her curvy hips. The small strapped red bra tied behind her back showed her toned flat belly with a little golden earring at her belly button.

Her deep V-line paved a way for sexy droopy milky porcelain breasts. Zane came here a few times. He never paid much attention to her but knew her uncle made a mistake. He wanted to punish her. To fuck her until she forgot her name and only remembered his name and his cock buried deep inside her.

“Get me the girl,” Zane ordered, slamming the empty glass of Dr pepper he loved more than anything. The drink was a cold drink on a parched throat, licking sweetness from lips, crunching up ice cubes as he fixed his sharp eyes on his prize. He saw how women were busy trying to catch his attention.

“Sir…she's all yours,” the man he sent to get his bounty came back and said. Zane smirked as he got up from the chair, grabbed his leather jacket, and proceeded to where he was to meet the girl. He liked them nice and tied up. The pain got him drunk and upon going down a small tunnel which led to the secret rooms underground. Zane knew he was in for some fun.

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Meanwhile, Olivia just finished her bath, not as she did it herself but by now she was getting used to being waited on. The idea of another woman touching her body didn't sit well with her, nor was the idea of letting a man do so. She was disgusted by the sight of a man and when she was fully dressed up.

The servant girl helped her by taking her to the elevator. She was baffled by the fact that the mansion had an elevator. It was easy for her to go downstairs and up to her room, and now the girl left her in a small sitting room. It was all cozy with nice furniture.

Soft and comfortable couches and a 54-inch flat-screen TV. The room had a small window with dark curtains. She was a little agitated at the dark sight if not for the chandelier above giving dim light. She guessed this was a TV room.

A glass of cold orange juice was served before her. Her legs covered in silk blankets kept her warm as she waited for the man who requested for her to be there. Soon the door opened, catching her attention and glancing back, it was Pedro who walked in dressed in black clothes. She guessed black was his favorite color, if not, then why the dark clothes all the way.

“Evening Ms. Altamirano,” the man said as he walked past her and dropped on the couch opposite her. Olivia shifted a little in her wheelchair.

"So I called you here just…well to talk about what you'll be doing,” the man said as he picked up a remote. I didn't say anything but sat there waiting for whatever to end. It was past her bedtime. The TV screens glowed a bright blue color. It powered on, and the man pressed a few buttons. Olivia's eyes narrowed as she watched, vividly and to her shock. She was stunned when she saw.

“This is the Garcia mansion,” Pedro said with a smirk as he showed a large mansion from the outside. The exterior was something great. Olivia's eyes couldn't turn away as her heart raced. Her hands were drenched in sweat, and the swallowing of her saliva could be heard as her eyes fixed on the large screen. Pedro was saying something elaborating about the entire layout of the mansion. Olivia's heart raced painfully. The sight of seeing familiar faces angered her greatly as her blood boiled.

“It's best you learn the entire layout of the mansion…all the exits and entrances, the bedrooms and other extra rooms…I had my men install secret cameras all-around that mansion” Pedro said and this time Olivia heard him. Did her plan involve entering that house? What exactly did she have to do to make them all pay and cry tears of blood.

“What's the plan?” she asked, still watching as Pedro scrolled around, showing the interior now. She was stunned that the mansion wasn't the same one as before. She guessed the mayor now was prestigious. It was living in luxury just looking at the interior. Full of expensive items. From the ceiling to the floor. She swore there wasn't any dirt in that house.

“Well, the best way to attack is from inside…Ira will be your assistant and well you, my lady will be…my representative” Pedro said, smirking at me, I didn't understand a word he said. What work did he do, and what was I to do in that house?

“What work…'' I asked, shifting my eyes from the screen to him. He paused for a while, then scrolled on the TV again.

“The mayor is trying to expand his empire…his company is growing, but he needs an investor…a powerful man with cash, and I'm that man…”Pedro explained with a serious expression. His words sunk into my ears as I shifted my attention back to the TV screen “I'm unavailable so my hot right-hand Livia Gonzalez and the president of Ramirez corporation will be there working shoulder to shoulder with the great Luciano Garcia” he finished up and tossed the remote to me.

“But…what's your work…I mean,”whatever he said seemed like a good plan. Destroying the Garcias inside their home was the greatest revenge ever.

“That doesn't matter…for now…you learn the weaknesses of our Target… starting from the youngest to the oldest,” Pedro said and gestured for me to look back at the screen. I flooded his instructions and upon feasting my eyes on the screen. My heart thumped upon seeing a talk, brilliant-looking man in a navy-blue suit.

He was descending the stairs elegantly while fixing his necktie around his neck like he were some bosses. Pedro zoomed in on Luciano and he looked different. His hairstyle was different, and he looked a little grown up and more muscular.

He got down and a brown-haired medium-fat woman dressed in a designer floral dress came from nowhere and hugged him. I saw the smile on his face as he hugged her back and both started kissing.

The kiss lasted for a while and was only interrupted when a small boy with dark hair like Luciano ran to them and hugged Luciano's legs. He seemed to be laughing as he moved away from the lady and picked up the boy, who seemed to be a year old. Was that his son?