THE BLACK HOUNDSurvey. Blend in. Analyze. Extract information. Neutralize.These were the six steps that the Black Hound followed to complete any mission that was given to them, successfully.Each step involved careful planning, execution, and evaluation to ensure maximum efficiency. On the first day of his mission, he disguised himself as a janitor for the company. It had felt almost impossible but he went though with it.The Black Hound had put on a grey uniform with a name tag that read "Steve" and began cleaning the offices. Steve worked diligently, wiping down desks and emptying trash bins. He didn't mind the repetitive work, as it gave him time to think. He also liked the fact that he was in a position where no one would notice him or even suspect him.He took mental pictures of the parking lot and found an anomaly. One particular vehicle did not belong in the parking lot. The Black Hound noted an old blue Camaro.There were certain cars that even businessmen did not ride. The
MATTEO'S BETROTHEDMatteo vowed to get the key to this room from Ella. He had not spent twenty-four hours here yet, this crazy woman was already coming and going into his space as she pleased."Jesus, Priscilla. Ever heard of boundaries," Matteo said, looking annoyed."Matteo, we need to talk," Priscilla said, her voice urgent.Matteo hesitated at the slight desperation he heard in her voice. He had never seen, more or less heard Priscilla sound so worried. His interest was piqued.Matteo signed and rubbed his eyes. He was suddenly exhausted."Alright. Let's hear the bullshit," He said as he walked toward the bed and sat down beside Priscilla."I can assure you, Matteo, I bring nothing but the truth," Priscilla said.Matteo shrugged nonchalantly and made himself comfortable on the bed."Tonight, secrets of your entire family will be revealed, you may not accept what you hear or see but know that you asked for the truth," Priscilla broadly stated."You just told me a bunch of not
BLISSFUL MOMENTSDiana wished she could be in this position forever.When their bodies touched as they watched the stars, she felt secure while holding his hand. She had never felt this kind of connection to anyone before.Nicholas loved the scent of her body, his body vibrated with need but he knew that he had to take it slow. The patient's dog ate the fattest bone. He wanted Diana to enjoy herself with him."It's a beautiful night, Nick," Diana said softly as she leaned into him, she watched the moon longingly."Not as beautiful as you, Diana," Nicholas replied his voice serenely."What did I say about ulterior motives?" Diana joked."Twas only a complement my lady," Nicholas quipped."Flattery will get you nowhere Mr. Nicholas," Diana said.Nicholas laughed and broke contact with her. He went over to where he placed the bottle of wine and poured himself another glass.Diana was glad Nicholas had left her side, she was slightly tipsy and it made her suddenly open to suggestions.
STUCK IN A PITMatteo sat there in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what his grandmother had said."That's enough talking for now, you look like you need time to let it all sink in," Nana said, deeply enjoying her grandson's discomfort."Somebody should not have run away from home," Priscilla jeered."And you've been utterly ineffective in your duty," Nana spat coldly at Priscilla. "You can't even get along with the man you've been betrothed to,"Priscilla clenched her fist in anger but kept mute. Festus the butler walked into the chamber."My Lady, the guest awaits you, dinner is served," He announced.Nana raised her hand and Festus helped her up. Priscilla stood up next. Matteo, lost in thought did not see that everyone was looking at him expectantly.He quickly got up and adjusted his clothes self-consciously. Festus quietly scoffed and led the way to the dining hall. Matteo followed, his mind going into overdrive.The dining room was large and spacious, and so was the table
93. LA MATRONAAt home, she was the dutiful wife and mother.Out of the confines of her home, she went by another identity. Sometimes she was called The Lady and other times, she had a different name.But as she grew older, her alias also changed. La Matrona was that alias and it served her well throughout her run as a successful businesswoman. She was not only the oldest Armani, but she was also the most dangerous.It was why she was very well respected in the underground world of crime. Together with her loyal husband, she had managed to carve out a powerful position.A position that many would buy, kill or die for. She was the head of the Consortium. An organized illegal entity that controlled vast underground networks of crime and corruption.Her husband had been behind the scene of all operations while she played cards with the big boys. It was normal for her to be challenged and this night was no different.Maurice Jover raged at the calmness of Nana. He was riled up by how she
94. THE END OF THE ROADIt started with Black Hound again.He smiled as he cruised around town. His baldy captive was still tied up against the chair. He was not afraid of getting stopped by the cops, he was protected. He was confident about his sources."I am going to cut the ropes binding you captive but if you move," the Black Hound began and switched into a threatening mode while throwing him a quick left glance. "I will break your jaw and crack it back into place," Black Hound added in a low growl.The bald man froze, realizing that resistance was futile. He was horrified and he asked himself multiple times how he got himself stuck with the psychopath driving him.It was not just Black Hounds' size that mattered. It was instead how easily he could blend in. He was six foot five inches, had well built muscles, and knew how to do his job very well.With one hand on the steering wheel, Black Hound used his free hand to loosen the ropes. He secretly wanted the bald man to do somet
STUCK WITH THE NANAThe guest all gathered together for one last time before calling it a night. Matteo went out to the balcony to get some fresh air, he needed to clear his head from everything he had seen.The cool night breeze helped calm his mind. He replayed the scene over and over in his head before he finally shuddered in fear. He took a deep breath and let it out."I understand that it's a lot to take in," A familiar voice called out.Matteo turned around to see Master Randall walking toward him with hands in his pockets. He stopped beside Matteo and brought out a pack of cigarettes."Do you mind?" Master Randall asked Matteo politely."No really," Matteo curtly answered. He was not in the mood for anyone's company but he realized that he could learn a thing or two from the father of his crazy ex.Master Randall dragged hard on his cigarette after he lit it up. He held his breath as the nicotine filled his lungs and esophagus. He exhaled as the substance hit him hard.High on
BLACK HOUND'S VIXEN"This is Vixen. Subject two is secure."Black Hound hung up his burner phone as Vixen his partner gave him her update on his client's wife. Everything was going smoothly. Although he did not want to take the informant's life, he knew it was necessary.Black Hound had gotten no useful information from the now deceased informant which meant that he was no longer needed and was now a threat.If he had not done what he did, he was so sure that the informant would have alerted whoever he was working for, therefore threatening the entire mission. His client would not like that.Black Hound was waiting for Vixen to come to pick him up and together, they would head back to Armani Castle Incorporated. He did not have to wait long because he could see the headlights of a car approaching.It was a red sleek Lexus. The vehicle slowed down in front of him. The Black Hound walked to the passenger side and opened the door. Inside, he adjusted the seat by moving it back so there w