Jennifer excused herself and quietly slipped into the bathroom, her heart pounding. She pulled out her phone and saw dozens of missed calls from James. With a deep breath, she pressed the call button. James answered immediately, his voice furious. "Jennifer! Where the heck have you been? I've been calling you non-stop!" "I'm sorry, Jennifer," Jennifer said, trying to stay calm. "I've been with Samuel. I couldn't pick up." James's voice was still sharp, but he seemed to be calming down slightly. "This isn't a game, you idiot. I couldn’t give a rat’s tail what you are doing or who you are with. You pick up the dang phone when we call," Jennifer's voice came through the background, trying to soothe James. "James, take it easy and stop blowing a fuse. I need to be in a straight mind for the plan." James sent a death stare at Jennifer through the phons. James took a deep breath and continued, his voice more controlled. "You can finally put yourself to good use. It's time to sell

The dining room of the Golden mansion was alive with the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation. Everyone was gathered the night before the election. Samuel leaned over to Jennifer, his voice soft. "You look stunning tonight, Jennifer." Jennifer smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thank you, Samuel. You clean up pretty well yourself." He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "I try. It's a special night, after all." Jennifer's smile faltered for a moment as she thought about the plan she was forced to set in motion. "Yes, it is." Samuel observed the difference in her expression and offered comfort by placing a reassuring hand on hers. "Hey, are you okay?" She rapidly nodded and squeezed his hand. "Yes, I just have a lot on my mind." "Well that can’t be good," he said, moving nearer. "What going on?" Jennifer quickly scanned the room to ensure no one was eavesdropping. “It... the election. Tomorrow is a significant day. I guess I am feeling a bit anxious. Samuel smil

A few hours before the explosion; The black truck rumbled quietly a few blocks away from the polling station. Inside, the Bennett men were tense, their faces illuminated by the dim overhead light. Serge stood at the front, a map of the polling station spread out before him. "Alright, listen up," Serge said, his voice low but commanding. "We go in, plant the explosives, and get out quick. No mistakes." One of the men, Danny, raised his hand hesitantly. "Serge, what exactly are we carrying in these bags? They feel pretty heavy." Serge’s eyes narrowed. "You questioning James’s orders, Danny?" Danny swallowed hard. "No, I just—" "Good," Serge cut him off. "Because if you do, you’ll face their wrath. You don’t want that, trust me." The truck fell silent, the tension palpable. Serge took a deep breath and checked his watch. "It’s time. Move out." At the polling station, Bennett stepped out of his car, a confident smirk on his face. Vittorio was already there, surrounded by supporters

The ambiance in the Golden estate was fraught, like a coiled spring about to snap. The typically joyful banquet hall had turned into a setting of heated disputes and strong emotions. The angered capos surrounded the long table in a circle after two of their fellow members were violently killed. Samuel remained composed at the head of the table, holding onto a peaceful attitude even as chaos unfolded around him. Observing the room, he observed tightly clenched fists, narrowed eyes, and raised voices. The emergence of sorrow and rage was evident and needed to be addressed to avoid worsening. Rick, recognized for his explosive demeanor, furiously slammed his fist on the table. “We cannot just sit here! We need to avenge our falling capos.! Antonio, a more level-headed capo, shook his head. "And risk more lives? We need to plan this carefully. Charging in blindly will only get us killed." "Carefully?" Rick spat, his face red with fury. "They killed Vittorio and Gio! We need to show t

People chatted and laughed in the lively atmosphere of New York City Hall's grand ballroom, with the pleasant sound of champagne glasses clinking in the luxurious space. The city's most prominent figures gathered to commemorate the beginning of the new mayor's term, a significant event arranged by the Bennett. The interim Mayor was Bryan Benson a man who was in leagues with Bennett’s family and as such the Golden family knew the twins had gained a lot from the disaster that was the last election. Amid the shimmering crowd, Jennifer glided with skillful elegance, her graceful gown cascading around her like a fluid stream. Yet, she kept watch over the room, looking for any trace of Mark, the hired killer of the Bennetts. CEO Samuel Golden, looking impressive in his custom-made suit, stood next to the bar, holding a glass of bourbon. He stared intensely at Jennifer as she came closer, a grin forming on his face. "Hello beautiful," he called out, his voice smooth and warm. "You look st