Tristan Bruno sat in the plane with his legs crossed in front of him.He was mad but as usual, his face was void of it. He took out his phone and checked for messages but none from the person he was expecting it from.No messages from godfather and his worries increased.The air hostess came by with a tray of wines in tall glasses and stopped beside Tristan's seat. "Care for some, sir?"Tristan waved her off, his eyes staring outside the small window. The waitress walked past him to another seat.Tristan folded his arms in front of his chest as he gently closed his eyes, recollecting all what Angelo said. He had a bad feeling about leaving the Bruno family behind. He knew what might happen now that he was away. The only true friend he knew in Italy was Adrian. Angelo's secret messanger.Before he left that night, he had secretly met with him and asked him to keep an eye on things going on things going on in the secret mansion.Adrian had promised to do his best and to update him whe

Tristan looked at the man and stepped forward. He was quick to notice the change in the laundry man's face and voice. "Do you know him?"* Tristan asked again."Eh? No! I don't know him. I really don't know him. When are you bringing your clothes?" The man asked, automatically changing the topic.Tristan stared at him suspiciously and answered the question anyway. "In a day's time." Tristan replied.In order not to raise any suspicions, he said his good bye and left, knowing he was coming back the following day.He was stepping outside the plaza when he saw the laundry man's daughter coming in with a cup of coffee. "Hi." Tristan waved and the girl stopped to look at him."Why are you always saying that? That's not my name." The little girl mumbled, sipping her coffee.Tristan smiled. "I see. Do you mind telling me what it is then?""Jenny." "Wow. A cute name. So, Jenny.. what do I get you when I'm coming back tommorow?""I've cream, I guess.' Jenny replied grumpily.Tristan smiled. "

The new red car sped up on the road, running so fast and ignoring all the traffic rules.It was obvious the driver was crazy or either drunk.Tristan was behind the wheel, driving like no other car existed on the road. He was just coming back from the company where he brought his car. He's got so much plan ahead. Which revenge was included.Few hours ago, he'd called Elvis to gave him an assignment to check those who were still willing to be with him. He would become the new boss; he would be taking the Mafia boss's position.Tristan got back to the hotel and was settling in when Elvis's call came through. "How did it go?""It appears that 70% of your Bruno family still wants to follow you, Consiglerie." Elvis said from the other line.Tristan's eyes dimmed and he breathed in. "Is Matteo among?" "Yes. He can't wait to come over and join hands with you.""Can they possible get here before sundown tommorow?" Tristan asked."Illegal shipping can do the risk boss." Elvis replied."Go

The next morning, Gianna was in the garden, already working with Nicholas, Pappy and Dean. The sun was high in the sky but yet, the weather was cool making work easier for them."I'm glad we won't be going to the red garden soon. It looks too creepy.... don't you think?" Gianna said as she pointed her hose towards fine rows of pink blossoming flowers."The red rose gets cleaned up every six days. No one is expected to go close to the red garden unless you have the permission to do so. It's a private territory, no go area." Nicholas said.Gianna was so absorbed in what Nicholas was saying and unconsciously pointed the hose at him, splashing water on his body and face."Awwww!!" Nicholas growled, feeling the power of the water as he moved back.Instead of apologizing, Gianna chuckled and bursted into laughter.Nicholas blinked, wiping water from his face. "Oh really? Alright! I gat this!" He yelled and pointed his own house at her, splashing water all over Gianna as she ran around.Papp

Tristan came out of his car as two of his boys walked up to him. They locked his car, took his keys with them back to the building.Tristan stood outside for sometime. He stood outside the main entrance, thrust his hands into his pocket and smiled cunningly. It was almost time. His plans were working accordingly. If Samantha knew she was dealing with. Only if she knew she was dealing with someone who was secretly going to kill her father."Boss." Matteo's voice sounded from behind.Tristan breathed in but didn't glance at him. "What's new?""Elvis dropped a message."Tristan slightly turned to look at him. "What's it about?""Iris is gradually becoming the new ruler of the Bruno family. Aren't you going to do something about it?" Matteo asked worriedly.Tristan shook his head. "Let her enjoy it while it lasts. It won't be for long. I have to get something done before taking them down. Matteo." Tristan called."Yes boss.""I need someone. Tonight." "I will get that done immediately