Heirs To The City: The Quartet

Chapter Fifty Eight

Adrian Winters

Pulling on a white tuxedo while standing in the mirror of the house in the Hamptons I smoothed out the under shirt, and the satin black tie, while I made sure the snow coloured jacket and its satin black lapels remained fleck free. The black rose I had pinned to the jacket remained still all while I made sure nothing about my appearance was off, and collected my sunglasses as I turned to see Olivia dressed in a black and white spiral dress making her seem like she was coming out of a tornado of shade and light.

She looked stunning, more then I had thought any woman would ever would be, and I'd been going to events since I was six years old, now I looked at the woman in front of me proud and more regal then a newly bestowed queen would.

"Do I look good enough for you?" she asks shyly glancing down at herself then back up at me. How she didn't look into the mirror every morning and see how beautiful she is I didn't know, she looked like perfection to me, she'd look perfect when the two of us were ninety.

"No you don't look good enough," I say stepping to her and cradling the side of her face. "You look too perfect for words. So perfect I just might end up having to fist fight someone for staring at you," I say and a smile fell onto her face while her eyes shone, delight filling them, paired with amusement.

"For someone who hates people and interaction, you're good with words," she remarks wrapping her arms around my middle.

"I have a girlfriend who brings it out, and a job that requires very precise emails and instructions to be delivered. I'd hope I've improved over the years," I say and a laugh bubbles up in her.

"Dry humour before a gala, really?".

"Always," I reply before leaving the closet and making my way outside where I'd already pulled the Continental GT Mulliner out and put hoodies in the backseat since Olivia and I often got cold, though the throw blanket in the trunk was in a plug in heater and would be prewarmed for when she would need it at the end of the night.

As I unlocked the car completely and ensured the pistol I had was in the trunk under the mechanics area I turned to watch Olivia come down our front steps and to the passenger side while I shut the trunk and swiftly got to the door to hold it open for her.

I then rounded the car choosing the music I wished to listen to before I climbed in, and started the car. Linking hands with Olivia I used our linked hand to put it in gear and drove off towards the Gala held as usual in a grand venue in the center of Manhattan at one of the Grandest Hotels that got completely rented out for one night.

And with a night that would bring the charity one point two billion dollars in donation.

Everyone knew it was for profit since there were dedicated staff, but I made it clear that only five percent ever was taken for the annual costs. I also refused to pocket any of it since I made the Charity for other people to get help and a living not me.

Getting to Brooklyn nearly an hour later I stared out over the bridge by the same name at the end of the city that was going to be proven all over again why it was my family's name that chose to remain in shadow as another opponent to us vanished.

"From Brooklyn to the Hamptons. The chronicle of Olivia Thorne is a rising story," I muse as she stared into the area where Bed Stuy was, and she averted her eyes to stare at me.

"Adrian Winters from Manhattan, to Saint Gallen, to the Hamptons to Harlem to Tribeca, to the Hamptons again," she quips and I shake my head slowly.

"I should have expected my humour returned to me," I muse and she hums before resting her head against my shoulder as we crossed the bridge and into Lower Manhattan.

Getting onto one of the main Avenues I went up to the street where the Gala would be held and almost immediately I spotted the vast collection of cars ranging from sports cars all the way to luxury saloons while a valet organized the cars.

Rolling to the front entrance I parked along the curb directly leading to it and looked to my girlfriend.

"Ready for this?" I ask referring both to the event and that Taliya was leaving tonight with handcuffs on for her crimes.

"As ready as I can be, I'll go find the girls, I know you needed to talk to Logan," she says and I nod.

"Ill do my best to be quick".

We both then got out of the car and rejoined on the curb as I locked the doors before walking up the steps with my arm around her middle as we entered the expansive space decorated tastefully and elegantly floor a charity venue.

"Mr. Winters," one of the benefactors of the venue says and I nod handing over the pre-made million dollar cheque.

"For letting me use this hotel," I say with a polite nod as I got to the main area and Olivia left my side to go talk to Ava, Kate, and Mia while I swiftly located my cousin speaking with the mayor of the city and the commissioner both of which I paid the tickets for.

"Mr. Winters thank you for inviting us," the mayor says noticing me and I nod once again with a small smile.

"Of course, your political scene has been difficult enough without having the cities money used to get into one of the most exclusive events of the year," I say almost amused but my cool demeanor probably only made it seem like an inquisition.

"It has indeed, you were connected to the take down of that pedophile senator. Thank you for silencing the connections to the city," he says and I nods again.

"Indeed. I need Logan for a moment, family matter," I say before leading Logan away towards a quiet corner of the room where I could speak candidly with him.

Turning on him I leaned with my head against the column behind me. "Taliya will be here eventually, and I need you to be ready for when all of the evidence she has is made false, when she goes to prove it. I have counter evidence your precinct already received, so that I don't have to deal with her bullshit any longer," I say with a vexing sigh.

"What exactly did you submit?" Logan asks turning his head in curiousity, and caution.

"About a decades worth of information about how she learned about blackmail lawsuits, and then used them to her advantage. She was planning on doing the same to Nico, Riley, Hunter, and I, along with our girlfriends. I found all of that information and now I get to witness her fall apart from the reality that there will always be someone who is better at the monetary politics in this city. A city that belongs to my family, and by extent you," I say with a ireful smirk.

"You removed the incriminating information about yourselves," Logan says his own version of my smirk crossing his lips while his fiancé Tiffany walked towards us.

"One better, I found proof she invaded privacy, which actually makes the information null, and everyone in this room knows my reputation. She couldn't blackmail any of us, because we have information of her avoided taxes, hundred-twenty victims, and personal record. All forwarded. Now go dance with your fiancé, she looks lonely, and I need to find Olivia," I say patting Logan on the shoulder and heading off through the crowd towards where I knew Olivia to be. It was then that I noticed the white McLaren roll up outside, and I smiled cynically to myself.

Let the party begin.

"Adrian!" Hunter calls raising a glass of champagne and for once even if I roll my eyes at the beverage, I'll partake in the image of old money superiority that I seemed to give off at all times. That and that I could, and was about to destroy a career in a single exchange.

"Thank you for the champagne, Ambrose, our little redheaded blackmailist has arrived, and will soon be learning the best kind of karma, in a room of people she wishes she was," I muse right as Taliya in a golden dress entered the room with her head high, unknowingly entering the place her image would soon be ruined in. 

    
   
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