A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

143 The Sorin Gang Leader

Rodriguez Sacramento stood by the patio of his luxurious mansion, smoking one of the thickest cigars ever made, which was called the Grandes.

He took in a deep and long drag of his cigar and puffed out streams of thick and cloudy smoke through his nostrils and mouth. The distinctive and well-blended flavor of his cigar gave him a relaxing and rejuvenating aroma. Each drag gave him a sense of pleasure and well-being.

He slowly raised a picture in his hand and gazed lustfully at it through the cloudy smoke.

“The things I am going to do you,” he scoffed and chuckled wickedly. He took in another drag of his cigar and forcefully blew out the smoke on the picture. There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he imagined the red hair beauty in the picture, chained to a pole and trembling in her birthday suit.

Rodriguez was still daydreaming when one of his mansion attendants came running towards him.

“Boss, boss, there is...”

SMACK!

The attendant was given an ear-deafening slap of her cheek.

“How many times do I need to remind you to never interrupt me whenever I’m having my moments, huh?” Rodriguez flashed a deadly glare at his trembling attendant, causing her to cower in panic.

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“Do you have a death wish or something? You better have a good reason for disturbing me otherwise, you will surely meet your maker today.” Rodriguez scowled and walked over to a seat.

“Speak!” He boomed and sat down.

“T..t...t...the s...s...”

The attendant was too terrified to construct any meaningful word. Her newly induced stuttering piqued Rodriguez so much that he felt like strangling her with his bare hands.

“Are you trying to test my patience?” Rodriguez put out his cigar on an ashtray and picked up a silver pistol beside the tray.

“N..no S..sir!” The attendant horrific stare took a worse turn when her boss suddenly picked up a gun and waved it at her.

“Speak!” Rodriguez barked and aimed for her head.

“The Sorin gang leader is here to see you.” The terribly shaken attendant forced the words out of her mouth as if her life depended on it. “He said that it is very urgent.”

“Hmm... Send him over!” Rodriguez sneered and dropped his gun back on the round table.

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The Sorin gang leader popularly called Marcus was one of the ruthless loyal hitmen of the Treshvire empire. He was introduced to the empire by Rodriguez Sacramento, who happened to be a distant relative. Hence, Marcus always felt indebted to Rodriguez.

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The attendant quickly scurried away from her boss’s presence, thanking her stars that she had survived his vicious fury.

Within a space of a few seconds, the Sorin gang leader stormed Rodriguez’s presence with a sinister look on his face. He was escorted by seven heavily armed and frightful-looking bodyguards.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Marcus?” Rodriguez stood up and walked over to the Sorin gang leader for a friendly handshake.

However, Marcus was already in a foul mood and Rodriguez’s warm reception irked him so much. He ignored Rodriguez’s outstretched arm and walked over to the edge of the patio.

“What the hell were you thinking, Rod?” Marcus boomed in a fierce tone. “Making a move on the Treshvire at this critical time is by far one of the biggest mistakes of your life. Thanks to you, that demented lunatic, Maxwell Treshvire, will be coming for our heads, one after the other.”

“Calm down, Marcus,” Rodriguez went back to his table and relit his cigar. He took several drags and puffed out a thick cloud of smoke. “I got everything under control. You are looking at the soon-to-be new chairman of the empire.”

“Did you just tell me to calm down!” Marcus glared at Rodriguez. He turned around to his men and said “He told me to calm down. Hurray! Let’s celebrate!” Marcus angrily drew out his weapon and pointed it at Rodriguez.

“I should just kill you myself and send your head as a peace offering to Rex, you fool!” Marcus spat out in disgust. ” Did you think Rex was stupid when he picked his son to be the chairman of the empire? Do you know the reason why Maxwell happily stepped down for his nephew to be in charge? Do you have any knowledge of the new chairman you’re messing with? Have you ever taken out time to careful study him? How come you have more balls than brains?”

“Watch your mouth fool! You dare point a gun at me, Marcus? In my own house!” Rodriguez’s eyes turned bloodshot. His lethal glares were like that of a raging bull aiming at a man with a red cape.

“Oh brother, you have no clue of the war you’ve started!” Marcus glowered at Rodriguez and put away his weapon. Although, he wished he had the nerves to discharge it. Rodriguez was more than a brother to him and he couldn’t bring himself to kill his benefactor.

“You would wish I had shot you when nemesis comes calling! If I were you, I would quickly abandon this mansion and escape with my family, to an island that is not on the map. This is not a joke, you are in for a catastrophic mess. Even your family members are no longer safe.”

“Hahaha!” Rodriguez chuckled in a deep terrifying tone. “The only reason you’re still standing here is because you are more like a kid brother to me. I will await your apology for this insult. In the meantime, you can either cower like the jester that you are or join forces with me and bring the Treshvire down.”

Marcus grinned evilly and walked up to Rodriguez. He gently tapped him on the left shoulder and forced a smile. “I wish you well, brother! If you succeed in your mission, I will personally offer myself to be beheaded by you. Good luck!”

Marcus spared Rodriguez one last glance and stormed out of his presence.

As Marcus was leaving, Rodriguez received another annoying news.

“Boss, the second team we sent to kill Leon Treshvire have failed in their mission. Leon escaped with a bullet wound on his shoulders. From the information I gathered, he boarded a chartered flight back to Amzone city.”

“F**k! F**k!” Rodriguez cursed out loud. “Any news from Scorpion and his team?”

“No Sir, we are still awaiting a call from him.”