Chapter 3
BURN AMMON TO THE GROUND
Present day…
(In the suburbs of Chicago)
"We need to inform the boss about this." a buff tall man, inked with tattoos from his neck to his legs, said to the smaller man.
"Are you sure?" the smaller man seemed unsure and quite timid. "What if the boss already knows about it, wouldn't we be disturbing him? She is just his ex girlfriend!"
The tall man ignored him and took out his phone, dialling his boss' number, before the dial tone rang, he turned to the smaller man and smiled. "Marie is not just an ex girlfriend to him. She was supposed to be his wife!"
"Speak!" the voice on the other end was icy cold and sharp.
The tall man gulped in fear at the sound of his boss' voice. How did this man manage to instill fear in all of them even if it was just a call?
"Boss, Ammon Delcano has a wife," he managed to say, he could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage in fear, maybe he should have listened to the smaller man and forget about the call.
"So?" His boss sounded even more annoyed on the call than when he picked it. His voice sounded sinister sending shivers down both their spines.
"His wife is Marie. Marie Stevenson." the tall man shakily breathed out the last words, he could feel his legs slowly turning into jelly at the sound of his sinister voice.
It was as if everything had stilled on the other end.
"What did you say?" his boss' voice was deadly calm, which only meant one thing.
A war was coming, and it wasn't going to be a quick one.
He could feel the murderous intent from the boss' voice.
*
"Sir, we think Ammon has made his move," Devin said as he stared at the tabloids that kept popping up on his computer screen.
Alamante swiveled to face his right hand man. Anything that concerned Ammon concerned him, after all, he was after the Delcano company.
"What did he do this time?" Alamante asked lazily as he drew even closer to his right hand man.
"He declared his company staff as his wife," Devin's voice sounded weak as he read it off the screen.
Alamante blanked at that. There was a pause, then more silence. Suddenly, he let out a howl of laughter.
"That little brat…" he continued laughing, "How would marrying a company staff save his company? I always expect the best from him, but he keeps on disappointing me. How did this happen, anyway?"
Devin frowned slightly as he tried to make sense of the tabloids from the press. "She insulted and humiliated him on a live stream, and he just declared her as his wife,"
"Just like that?" Alamante frowned visibly. That was really odd. That was not the Ammon they knew.
Ammon was proud, arrogant, and wicked, and nobody would have had the balls to do that to him and go scot free - Male or Female. So, who was this woman?
"Who is this woman?" He asked and Devin's frown deepened in confusion.
"That's the problem. From what I've seen here," he pointed to his computer screen, "She is a nobody. An orphan who struggled her way to the top. She has no strong or financial backing,"
"Then, there must be some kind of hidden identity of some sorts." Alamante pressed, he felt like there was something he was missing. "What did you say her name is?"
"Marie." Devin answered simply.
Alamante shook his head a little too fast before replying, "I meant everything. What is her full name?"
"Marie Nicholas Stevenson,"
"Nicholas Stevenson," Alamante muttered, finding the name strangely familiar. Where had he heard that name from?
But Devin was already typing away on his computer, trying to pinpoint who could be here father.
"Sir," Devin called out. "Nicholas Stevenson is one of the heirs to the Stevenson's Group of Companies,"
The old man banged his fist on the table after hearing that. Devin flinched at his sudden outburst and pursed his lips, a frown forming over his handsome face.
"That brat! Teaming up with the Stevensons heh?" Alamante almost shouted in frustration.
"But sir, Nicholas Stevenson only has three children, and Marie Stevenson is not one of them. We could be wrong,"
Alamante scoffed in disdain. "How many men out there have illegitimate children? Even I," he paused, "I have illegitimate children that my wife is unaware of," his tone was boastful as he spoke.
"But," Devin pressed. "Why would he go for the illegitimate child when Nicholas has a legitimate daughter?"
"I guess we would have to find out, wouldn't we?" Alamante turned to Devin, giving him a knowing look.
It was time to put their first plan in motion. Devin understood that look immediately and stood up to leave.
Alamante chuckled quietly as he watched the young man leave.
Married or not, Ammon would not know what hit him.
Alamante thought of something and suddenly put a call across to his assistant.
"Temmy," he spoke a little too sweetly to his young female assistant.
"Sir?" Her tone was cool.
"I'd like you to make an appointment for me with the highest member of the Stevenson's household? I have a lot of projects that I would love to collab with them."
"Okay sir. Please, give me a second." She replied as she put the call on hold.
Two minutes later, her voice came in again, a little flustered. "Sir, the highest member of the household, Jarvis Stevenson, just died from a cardiac attack last night. There is no successor yet as they are waiting for his lawyer to read his will."
"What?" Alamante could not hide the shock from his voice. "What about his first son?"
"His assistant is not replying to my messages, neither is the second's son's assistant. I'm trying to reach out to their sister, Grace Jacobs."
"Don't worry about it," Alamante said resignedly, he had suddenly thought of something more fitting. "Why don't you take out the least important thing in my schedule, and schedule a meeting for me with the family. I need to pay them a condolence visit."
"Yes, sir. That will be on Friday, sir."
"Good. Good." He said, smiling to himself.
Most successful billionaire or not, Ammon was still too young to be in the business world, Alamante thought. And he was going to burn Ammon to the ground, together with his family.