"Rachel," Jilly called out the name on the list she held in her hand. It was listed on the paper clipped to the writing board. "Presence." Jilly looked up at the voice and smirked. "You're hard to get rid of, huh?" She asked the girl. Her case was not that different from Jilly's. Marcus found her and brought her in. The difference is, she's more like Katherine than Jilly. So, it's either she dead or dedicated her life to the mafia world which she soon to be discovered if she passed through all the training. "Here to stay. Well, there's only the three of us now." Rachel, a blonde girl with fierce eyes pointed to themselves. "You're right. If the three of you passed until the very end, you have a bright future ahead of you." Jilly said. Indeed, from the seven names on the list, there are only three girls remained in the house. "We know because we're looking at one," Sara said while

Marcus and Jilly walked to his study. Jilly knew not to get excited because it was not going to be about work that she loved so much. Somehow, Jilly felt like trouble from home have arrived. "What is it?" Jilly asked as they were in his study. Marcus walked up to the mahogany desk and grabbed something off the desk. Jilly saw papers and printed pictures on them. She could see through the papers. "Come take a look," Marcus said, gesturing for her to come closer. Then, he handed her the papers. Jilly took them but didn't look at them right away. She looked at Marcus for a few more seconds before she took a look at the pictures. She knew it, the trouble at home had arrived. "You could have at least printed a better picture. You know, in a glossy paper so the pictures turned out good." She said as she put them down on the desk. She had no intention of keeping them or looking at them for long. "Is it him? I caught him today around the premises. Loo

Jilly sat on the couch in Marcus' office, waiting for the man to come. She finally got a job to do, but she was not happy about it. So unusual of her and they would notice it right away. Not long after she just slugging on the couch, the door opened. "Really? So unladylike of you, Jilly." Marcus commented, seeing how she sat on his couch. She sat looking like a boss when no one was around. "No, Marcus. I love you." Jilly said while smiling and straightened her posture up. "Where's Marco?" She asked as she didn't see him followed his father into the room. "He's in the warehouse. So, let's go." Marcus told her, gestured her out of the room, and follow him. The both of them walked side by side to the warehouse. Jilly hadn't seen Mariah around the house. Where could she be? If she was going out, Jilly would like to come along. "Where is Mama Ria?" Jilly asked her

Jilly had been preparing as Marcus told her today was the day. It finally came and Jilly couldn’t back out of this, but she had a clear mind now. Everything was on her head in the right direction. She would be going by herself as per usual, she worked alone. “Are you sure you don’t need our help?” Fran offered as he was worried about this specific job Jilly was about to execute. Because it involved someone she once loved. “Yes, Fran. Don’t worry, just make sure your part is going well as we planned.” Jilly said as she adjusted her clothes. She just tucked a gun onto her waistband. Their plan as they discussed was to put him in jail and the original one, the Marcus plan was to kill Cayne on the spot. With these plans she had, she made sure that one of them was going to work. “I’ll send them in before Don come in,” Fran said the plan they had behind the don’

Marcus let out a sighed harshly as he saw what was happening in front of him. He was right when he felt something was off about her just before she left. He couldn’t approach her as she was surrounded by a DEA. If he came out, he would as well surrendered himself to them. “Don’t tell your mother just yet.” Marcus told his son as his eyes kept looking at the scene. “You wanted to hide this from mother?” Marco’s voice raised at his father. Ha hated to be in this situation because he couldn’t help her. “Then, why would you send her to do this?” He asked in a loud voice. Marcus quickly turned around and glared at him. “Be quiet.” He sternly said to his son. He saw Marco already crying because he knew that Marco felt helpless, so does he. “Let’s leave, we couldn’t get caught.” Marcus grabbed his arm, but Marcus pushed his hand away