"I will ruin everyone and everything that stands in my way. Even him"
Aria Middleton is a Made Woman.
Being haunted by nightmares of the past is what drives her to be the Queen of the chessboard. The most important piece. She feeds off of the miser...
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I was signing some documents when the door knocked. Glimpsing at the surveillance, I see Vincent already entering my office. I wondered what my men were unable to handle by themselves this time. In fact, if I had a dollar for every time these-
"Bossman. You're needed downstairs?" He says. I pour neat whiskey into a glass and leaned into the chair, "Monero sent me."
"What is it this time?" Knocking down a shot of whiskey, I set the empty glass down. "If it something as useless as checking the stock. Or if you are unable to track down a shipment, I will shoot you."
Vincent pales, "Monero said it was about the unauthorized trading in Pavillion and missing cargos."
River: Get your arse down here.
"I was under the impression that we shut that operation down." I close the documents and shove them into the drawers.
"We have, we believe we found the main culprits behind the entire operation," Vincent explains.
I joined the men in Club Nyx's subterranean chambers. In the equidistant of the room, tied hanging from the roof, a man half-naked dressed in khaki pants, his identity concealed by a black sack. I stopped in front of him, dodging the blood pool under his head, and assessed the raw open wounds on his back.
I scanned the room, viewing the men I have chosen especially to work alongside me. When none of them decide it is a good idea to elaborate. I equal them with the same attitude, that was until I became irritated, "Does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?"
"We found out what happened to the missing shipments, and who has been responsible for the operation itself." River emerges from the storeroom, his dress shirt covered in blood and his sleeves bunched up to his elbows.
"Really?" I hear incoherent muffled noises from under the sack, "Enlighten me."
"He gained access to Pavilion." That peaks my attention, "This way, he stole the shipment through Pavillion without authorization and allowed us to believe it was missing, the fucker sold us out to the Russian. The Russians need to clean out and the easiest way to do that is by laundering. Now if they are caught, not only will it be tied back to us but our trade will be discovered as well."
"Only three people have access to Pavilion-or in this case should have." I motion to Greyson to remove the sack. Greyson rips the liner from the man's head, revealing a drugged-up Charles Rhodes. He coughs incontestably-spewing out blood-laced saliva and gasping incrusted for air. His arms, which were tied behind his back looked painfully disjointed and the open flesh was raw.
"Officer Rhodes. My, my, my, what a surprise." I can help but laugh, "I knew you were on the corrupt side but I was not informed about your idiocy."
Unsettled by the new information, I gesture for him to bring me the laptop. I scroll through images of Officer Rhodes with Russian members. In one image, Rhodes is seen meeting up with a man whose identity I am unaware of, next to him is a woman in a veil-there is something particularly familiar about her.
