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Howard Archibald

Music for this chapter:Hurt Johnny Cash.

Flashback:

New York, home sweet home. What else is there to say about this wonderful city besides praises? It was a peaceful haven for many families, including Nathaniel Archibald's. The boy had lived a life of luxury since he was young, residing in the Manhattan neighborhood. He had a mother who showered him with all the attention and love. He grew up surrounded by cameras all the time, given his family's prominence, especially his father, the mayor. Everything was wonderful until the day his father died, turning his life upside down.

Nate was convinced that Bart Bass was involved in his father's death since some time ago, he had arrested two of his accomplices, and everyone knew Officer Archibald. There was no shortage of criminals wanting the blonde's head, so much so that on the day of the mayor's death, Nate was stuck at work, and his father went to his house to pick up a briefcase he had left there the day before. The explosion happened that day; the bomb was meant for Nate, and the guilt he would carry until his death.

The funeral was over, and finally, people were slowly leaving. The blonde stood there, looking at his beloved father's coffin. Tears streamed down, mixing with the rain. Blair cautiously approached her friend, and Nate looked at her with red eyes.

"We'll find whoever did this, Nate. Don't worry," said Blair.

"Bart Bass, you mean. We'll go after Bart Bass. He killed my father," the boy spoke with such conviction that Blair became apprehensive about what he might do.

"What are you planning to do?" the boy smiled slightly and looked at her.

Present Day:

"I don't know if it's a good idea to go after Bart's children. It's pretty risky," a small meeting was taking place in Commissioner Eleanor Waldorf's office with Nate, Serena, Blair, and, of course, Eleanor.

"Come on, Blair, it's time to put those two behind bars. Since Bart is more complicated, I want to start lower and then surprise him," the blonde stood up and began to speak once more about his absurd idea.

"What do you think, Serena? You're the one at the most risk," the blonde blinked a few times and looked at her friend's mother, who was staring at her.

"Look, it's okay. The plan is pretty good, and besides, I won't be 100% alone. Nate is right; these two need to pay, and it will be today," Nate smiled and looked at Blair, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Alright, let's make this work. The station will be full tonight," the three of them looked at each other, smiling, and Eleanor shook her head, laughing lightly; she loved her kids.

Time skip, evening:

Madi was finishing putting on her hoop earrings and looked at her brother adjusting his tie.

"You know today is an important day, right? Dad is ecstatic about Howard Archibald's death."

"And why wouldn't he be excited? Howard was one of us. He even managed to take the mayor's position from our father. Traitors deserve to die anyway. Too bad it wasn't by our hands," the brunette laughed at her brother, who looked at her.

"You look beautiful, but you're missing something," the young man took a silver necklace with a shiny ruby and placed it around his sister's neck.

"Thanks, and I'm always beautiful, let that be clear," the brunette rolled her eyes, and the siblings went down the stairs of the Bass mansion.

"Speaking of beautiful, where's your friend? Hillary, right?" the girl rolled her eyes; Chuck loved to provoke Hillary, but she always said he wasn't her type.

"Talking about me, Bass?" the dark-skinned girl was in the living room in a green dress. She looked impeccable, but Bass would never admit it.

"Only in your dreams, sweetie," Madi made a face.

"Sweetie, seriously? How gay," Hillary laughed at the brunette, who kept a straight face.

"Come on, kids, it's time to go," Bartholomew Bass, or Bart as he was called, appeared from the office with his buff henchmen. They all left for the garage. Hillary preferred motorcycles, but since she was in a dress, she would accompany her friend in her car.

After a few minutes, they were all in front of the city's new nightclub. Guess who the owner was: that's right, Bart Bass. If there was one thing the old man knew how to do, it was opening luxury nightclubs and being a damn respectable mobster. So much so that the police were after him but couldn't find evidence to arrest the man. He had power, power, and a checkbook.

"Wow, look at all the women here," Chuck looked around the place in admiration.

"Tonight, I just want to have fun; nothing will stop me," the brunette said, winking at a tall blonde who was smiling at her seductively. Madi didn't even wait for a response from her two companions and headed toward the bar.

"I'll have a Martini," the bartender nodded and went to get the drink. The brunette glanced sideways at the same blonde who had been staring at her minutes ago.

"Are you stalking me now?" the girl took the drink that had just arrived.

"I'm just admiring such beauty," the Bass girl looked into the blonde's eyes, searching for answers.

"Alright, you win. Your father hired me to make your night unforgettable. He didn't want you to know about the surprise, but what can I do? You intimidate me with your eyes," Madi looked at her with her tongue between her teeth.

"Who would have thought, huh? Bartholomew Bass wanting to give me a gift, especially you." Madi looked her up and down.

"Yeah, he said the little Bass deserves a treat every now and then."

"So why don't we go upstairs?" Madi extended her hand to the blonde, who gladly accepted.

The girls climbed the stairs as the loud music echoed. Madi opened the door to what seemed to be a bedroom and pinned the blonde against the wall.

"You still haven't told me your name." The girl with light eyes kissed the blonde's neck, who sighed.

"My name is... Ivy." Serena closed her eyes as Madi squeezed her breasts. The brunette pulled Serena onto the bed and held her arms.

"Who do you work for, bitch?" Madi asked with her slightly husky voice. Serena's eyes widened, and she tried to break free, but Madi was quicker and grabbed the blonde's neck, making her gasp.

"What are you talking about?" Serena struggled to form a sentence as the nervousness coursed through her veins.

"My father never gave me a gift without wanting something in return, and he never called me little." The girl squeezed Serena's neck, who held her hands, trying to stop the strangulation.

Madi heard shots downstairs and paused for a moment, getting up and pulling the blonde. However, the door was broken down, and Madison didn't even have time to react; she just felt a blow and her vision darkened.

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