An Eye of the Cosa Nostra (Tres Patroncitas #1)

CAPITULO 2

HELLIXIR WAGON

"I met an unfamiliar asshole, I mean an unknown guy in the elevator earlier, Rhyle." I raised a brow when Ely said that to me.

Tifanie looked at her with so much confusion, but I just couldn't care less, men? guys? They're all the same, a fucking trash.

I heard a knock on my door's office "Come in." I said in a monotone, reading the case I'm currently handling.

"Buenas tardes, Señorita. Drewitt, Señorita. Clazzo and Lord Wagon, I have an update with the buyer of one of El Cielo's paintings." As soon as I heard that, I looked at Ely and Tifanie with a smirk plastered on my face, Lawless and Slora are standing, waiting for my permission for them to sit.

"You may sit," I said, they both sat on the couches inside my office in front of Ely and Tifanie.

"Okay na 'yung transaction, we agreed that they would pay for the painting for 2.6 billion pesos, hindi naman siya nag dalawang isip at pinirmahan na ang kontrata." She stated.

I took my black cigarette at sinindihan ito, "Mangyayari ang transaction sa underground hideout ng Cienfuegos." dugtong ulit ni Lawless.

"I also informed them na ako ang pupunta as the representative of Wagons," I smirked...

"You're doing a great job, Lawless," Tifanie said to her.

"We're going to that transaction, alam kong kating kati na sila kung sino ba talaga ang nasa likod ng pumapangalawang organization sa Asya at nangunguna sa Hispanic countries," Ely said.

Inilabas ko ang sniper rifle ko na bagong bago at pinunasan ito kahit wala itong dumi, kulay pula ito at nangingintab sa sobrang linis.

"Sniper god will always be a sniper god," Tifanie said while they were looking at me, watching what I'm doing.

"This is the pieces of information we got." Slora handed me an envelope.

'Cienfuegos.'

I opened the envelope and it appears the profiles of every member of Cienfuegos.

The lord; X-ther Faughn Vancouver Cienfuego, 6'3 ang height, half french and half Filipino, grey-eyed man, pointed nose, captivating eyes, tense jaw, eyelashes, and brows are thick, reddish lips, light-skinned man, owner of the Cienfuego luxury cars, Cienfuego real estate, And Cienfuego group of companies.

And there are also his member profiles, so Cienfuego has 1,250 mafias.

"We'll go to the transaction, it is time for us to show them what we are," I told them.

"We are... women." Ely said, smirking.

"Wagons." Sabay sabay na sabi nila.

After attending business meetings, I went to my law firm because I'm currently handling a very heavy case, it is sensitive too, and it was rape and attempted murder, at ang kalaban ko dito ay isang... senador.

I entered my office and one of my co-workers entered, Atty. Jhaycee Madrigal, Atty. Adrian Gomez and last Atty. Kirk Francisco,

"Rhyle," Kirk called me.

"Atty. Wagon." I corrected him.

"Oh come on, tayo tayo lang nandito." He replied.

Bukod kasi kay Ely and Tifanie, I also allowed my former blockmates to call me Rhyle, they were my former blockmates in law school, I also allowed my co-doctors who are working in A. Wagon medical, sila naman yung mga naging kaklase ko sa med school, they had no clue what my side job is, which is being a mafia.