Episode Three
Ethan puts on his family's longue suit, his wrist watch clinged to his wrist tightly. The Coca-Cola drink shades at the fridge, awaiting to be taken. After he emptied the can. He picked up his phone.
"Hello, Nicholas."
"Ethan. Are you busy right now?"
"Well....I have an appointment at Deluxe Refinery. They said the drafting board will be open soon, so I have to pick a posse."
"Can this be postponed?"
"Doesn't seems like it. What happen?"
"You got to standby and avenge what those fools did last time."
"Enlighten me."
" Mark Lonson is heading to Dura's port down in San Herbert's clock Tower. His men are expected to supply some essentials for their scaffolding. Get there and spoil this little show."
Ethan dived on the pedals and rides it down the major road.
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The telephone kept ringing endlessly on top of the cupboard. Nathan's palms stretches for it.
"Honey, how's it?"
"I'm fine, Nathan. Can't you take me out today?"
"Okey, Annie. I'm kinda busy."
"Busy? You always say that since you joined the Josean League. I'm no longer worth to you right?"
"Come on, now don't be so naive. It's not as splendid as you think."
"Fine, suit yourself Nathan. I will call off this relationship if you refuse."
"No, Annie it hadn't gotten to that. Alright, text me your address i will come fetch you."
He jacked his suit and dashed into his Camry X4 wagon.
Escorting his partner, the brewing of a coffee smelt at the cafeteria.
"I hope you're satisfied now."
"Nathan."
"Yes?"
"I wanted to tell you i've been meeting with some business stakeholders from Chiniva Corporations. They're refusing to purchase our products."
Nathan's eyes winced. His head raised at a fixed curiosity. "Why?"
"That's because wealthy companies have started dealing. Especially the Newly constructed Predator brands wine company. They're the bones in our throat."
"Do you perhaps know the owner of that wine company?"
"Nope. However i'm curious to know." Annie's eyes widen in amusement. "I think I know their closest partner." Her voice goes below a whisper.
"Okey, who's it?"
"The Chinese wine company owned by Quan Chin. They're prettily closed to the predator brands. I think we have to build strong alliance in other to maintain our enemies."
They both smiled evily. Clinging glasses and bottles filled the air.
Ethan climbed up at the top of a high skycrapper commercial building. Checking his GPS on the location. The trucks were close. The first truck's explicit was just few miles from him. Loading his rocket launcher, he launched it destroying the first truck that exploded in a mix of seconds, causing panics to pedestrians and self employed job owners. The second truck arrived, then he destroyed it quickly, sadly the last truck got Intel so it plied en route in a Upturn direction.
Ethan entered his bike and chase -trailed after the truck. Firing directly at the Tuck's tires until it got flat.
"Shit!" The driver emerges out of the truck to salvage himself from the ambush. Ethan shoots him instantly. Wearing the driver's uniforms and after repairing the tires, he drove to Lason's territory.
"Ah, where are the rest suppliers?" A bouncer questioned, holding his gun tightly.
"We were ambushed. Luckily i'm the only surviving cake." Ethan uploads the paper boxes.
"Mark is upstairs. Go meet him and get your payment."
Ethan's footsteps advanced to the elevator as he dashed in.
"I heard you guys were ambushed. I'm sure the Cruise Family is responsible for such ridiculous actions."
A gun crack echoes the peak points directly at Mark Lonson's forehead.
"Yeah. Indeed. The cruise family is here already. Tell me everything about this new business." Ethan eyes glared at him longly.
"You outsmarted me. I guess this isn't your first rodeo either. What do you want?" Mark remarks.
The truck doors closed. Ethan ride's down to Nikola's premises. Pushing Mark in and locked him up at a room.
"You did it again. That bitch would really be a use." He stares vacantly at Mark.
"Keep him hostage for now. The montenegros must not know this. I will be in touch."
The door slams instantly, leaving the two men inside.
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His Mercedes Benz biome packed at the front of a new building facility ongoing decorations. Approaching the inside, he went for a tete a tete.
"Ethan."
"Julian. How are you, dear?" His palms cuddled her.
"Dad told me a lot about you. Although we rarely speak to each other. I can tell you're a recommendable package."
"Ouch. That's very explicit. I can feel my thing standing straight."
"Yeah. Very very strong indeed."
"I thought Don Emilio wanted to use this building for tobacco ash."
"What do you think? Those fools caused this. After destroying or formal Predator brands wine company. We changed plans. I think wine is the best performance to enhance our lucrative efforts."
"Yeah. I guess. I got to head over to Deluxe Refinery. I had an appointment there."
"Really? Can I be an escort?"
"No, Julian. It might be dangerous. Don Emilio will kill me if anything happens to you."
Julian stretches for his palms and soothe in a warm enticing trick.
"Conquettishly, an angel of seduction."
"It's not a bad idea if I want to lick your thing."
Ethan throws up instantly. "Spare me the excuses those tricks don't work for me."
"It will work soon. One day both of us will close the curtains. And scream in the silent cold night."
"I didn't know Don Emilio's girl is that erotic."
"Don't waste time listening to my crap. Go before you'd be late."
Ethan lips pressed her cheek. "I'm off." His suit shrugged in handy. Awaiting innocently for him. Julian's eyes kept a long gaze at him, her eyes filled with erotic thoughts and desires.
Just after the rendezvous engagements at Deluxe Refinery, a phone call shattered Ethan's moment.
"Ethan."
"Who's this?"
"You mustn't know the caller. Move your fat butt if you really want to be inquired."
"What do you mean?" Ethan asked, his ears raised up quickly.
"I don't talk much. I don't talk less. Come to Chinatown if you want Don Emilio's baby alive."
Ethan eyes dilates instantly. He stood in shock and bewilderment. Leaving his phone to fall admits the situation.