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Clocking Victor wasn’t easy but thanks to Shannon and Jasmin, the job was done. Besides, the women loved watching the throne. With the job came a lot of perks and things of that sort but the fun stuff was over now. It was time for action. Yoda had let them know. After sending the women on spy missions to find out the inner dealings and operations of Victor’s Organization, on how he maneuvered the profits from such underworld businesses. Yoda had learned that all dividends are being funneled through a few string of franchises of clubs, casinos, hotels, and restaurants.
At first Yoda couldn’t believe it. How awfully fast Victor had come on the gold mine that he did in such short amount of time. This only added fuel to his already burning fire. There was no doubt about it. Victor was a dead man and the city of Montreal along with the entire country of Canada was his. It was going down tonight right in the middle of hell.
The Casa Lucifer was flooded with people and wild tigers for the event that Yoda had the girls host at the venue. There were white tigers, Bengal tigers, a couple of zebras and even a few giraffes floating around. It was just something about the exotic life that fascinated him. The greatest show on earth was what he was about to give them. Yeah this would be some shit they never saw before, he told himself.
Yoda had just pulled up to the front entrance of the venue with the girls behind in their envoy of Ferraris. Well all but Cassie and Madeline who were the ones Jasmin and Shannon brought to Victor to rent the club for the event. They wouldn't be known as imposters since this was the first time they were introduced to Victor and his crew. They were being escorted around in Ms. Newman’s Maybach Landaulet as Jasmin and Shannon drove their own vehicles. They were being careful not to alarm the boss.
Victor, Wayne, Patrick and the twins were all seated inside the Casa Lucifer behind the specially designed inside out two way mirrored walls. They all had their minds on the mission at hand and their attention on counting the money that would be stuffed inside a small fleet of very expensive exotic cars then shipped across seats to Italy where Victor had a teenage son with a strikingly beautiful full-blooded Italian ex-finance. She didn’t know anything about the one hundred million dollars in blood money that he was sending her away hidden inside his lovely cars.
In fact, Dreah didn’t know shit about her ex-fiancé anymore nor did she ever. That was how Victor liked it. Keeping them in suspense. Which was exactly what he was kept in by multiple characters on both sides of the field...mainly his.
In other words, Victor was hours from being fucked. Although, Shannon and Jasmin weren’t playing fair, Victor was about to witness some shit about the group of men in which he chose to befriend. The men who he recruited to help him when he and Paul first started this shit, and yes, the same men who he let run it while he was in New York before his beef with his old friends and before Paul’s death. So why now? Why after so long? Were the questions he would soon come to ask. Victor never thought the one who he helped would be the one who crossed him, thought Roberto as he closely watched Victor in his always discreet manner.
“Ooh yes fuck me baby!” Victor yelled. “Fifty million, we’re almost there,” he said in a laughing like manner.
Followed by aloud whew, after picking up his cup and tossing back the strong clear liquor that once filled the glass.
Tonight was important to him. He was at the end of his first four months quarter and reached his quota. Now there was nothing anyone could tell him; the sky was the limit. However, once they hit the half mark in their little counting session, Victor decided to take a quick break and began to celebrate. While he did that, Roberto, the oldest of the twins, took this time to head to the men’s room to take a quick leak. Not hesitating to remove his phone and place a quick call as he walked through the club into the unisex bathroom.
Once inside, he couldn’t help but laugh at his other bosses’ reactions to what she was hearing in the background.
“Where the fuck?” the ranking female Canadian Federal Agent spat to her field agent.
“Are you having sex while on the phone with me?” she asked.
“No ma’am” Roberto replied. “It’s just the only safe place that I can go to talk.” That’s when he heard his boss again ask.
“The restroom,” he replied quickly. “Listen.” he then went on to say.
“Be on your way, we’re almost finished so please remember to go for the hot wheels, that’s where the cash would be stashed,” he spat then hung up his phone not giving his boss a chance to say anything.
Something wasn’t right! She knew it. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.
Meanwhile, Yoda, Jasmin and Shannon were in the V.I.P. area of the club seated not too far from Raven, Madeline, Cassie and the rest of the girls who were having a ball, having fun, partying while paying close attention to their marks. All eyes were on the money and none were on each other or their surroundings for that matter. Nope-not at all. It was so easy for the little sexy frail looking woman to sneak up on Victor totally undetected and sit right next to him without him ever knowing as she knew she would be able to.
Old habits were hard to break, she told herself as she removed the top of the little bottle she held in her hand and quickly poured the contents into Victor’s drink without him or anyone, other than Yoda who had watched from across the room, ever noticing. She then sat again quietly and watched as he drank his chemically mixed alcoholic beverage. By then, the money had been counted and was safely stashed inside their vehicles and showtime had begun.
Strippers, tigers, and other animals walked around the stage and club area entertaining the folks who came to party like never, thus caused uproars of excitement. Even Yoda and the girls were being entertained and having fun up until boom. Ms. Newman had made her move and reached over and handed Victor the note. That’s when Yoda removed the brand-new AK-47 from the bag Shannon had snuck inside the club.
For a minute, Victor was stuck. He was literally frozen stiff and couldn’t will himself to react. It was the handwriting that did it. He had known it instantly. It belonged to her and if she was the woman that was sitting right next to him it only meant one thing. He was a dead man! Amanda wouldn’t stop until that was so. Even if he told her that he still loved her and that was the reason for his behavior.