After years of thinking Melody was decreased she walked back into their lives. Everyone wants to know what happened that caused her to fake her death which is surrounds by lies and deception she and another plotted. However, the isn't the only probl...
Bassel stared out the window, thinking about everything he lost because of the Köhlers. They had taken everything from him—his wife, children, cousins, and more. He wanted them dead... he wanted the little bastard, and his crew he hung with, chopped, and fed to his wolves. Revenge is what he seek, and he wouldn't stop until their entire family was dead like his. Normally, he wouldn't care for such things; he would've took his losses and moved on, but they came into his home in the dead of night, slitting his family's throats and shooting the rest.
Things like that couldn't be forgiven, and they didn't even notice they didn't kill him. Bassel was away on business and was devastated to learn the news. He couldn't think of one reason for them to come after him. He stayed to himself, fighting only when someone started a war with him. Therefore, they had no reason to murder his family, and as of now, he didn't care for a reason.
Since they didn't come to him expressing their concern he would return the favor. Bassel was going to go at them with everything he had, and like they did his family, they would never see it coming. He had an advantage... they thought he was dead.
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"Let me guess. All you are hung over from all the partying you did last night." Luca spoke loudly, walking into his son's office. Everyone in there looked like the Walking Dead while Elijah sat in the corner with shades on. Neither spoke as they groaned and for the hell of it, Luca clapped his hands, causing the sound to echo throughout the room.
"You ugly Ape muthafucka! I should punch you in your damn throat."
"You can try but know I'll lay your ass flat. Don't think I'm weak just because I had open heart surgery. However, all you had jobs to do so which one of you actually did your jobs." Again, they groaned as Xerxes pulled something from his desk, sitting it in front of him. He knew he always got the job done no matter the circumstances. It was why he picked him to be Don and Elijah to be his underboss. They were made for this; while Lucas was more like his grandmother, he enjoyed hiding in the shadows, and their children were the same.
"No matter how wasted I get. I know how to do my job. Everything checks out with the story Trey told Xavier, and I contacted the mafia over in Munich. Believe it or not, it's run by Mathilda Baader, a widow, Donna, whose husband died about three years ago. He claims she was the one who hired him to steal from us. Xavier and his crew are heading there now to speak with her."
"And you trusted his words?"
"Not at all. That's why I sent my son, Barkley, Elias, and Ziggy, there to get her side of the story. We don't need any issues with the mafia in Munich. They know we are the ones who run Germany, and they have always respected it. There's also something I would like to discuss. I got contacted by a mafia in Alaska. I thought it was weird at first. He claims to know something about the Egyptians, but he has a price for his information." Luca sighed, knowing nothing in a mafia ever gone through without a price. Most wanted money; others wanted alliances or marriage.
