CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR

Victor and Michael were riding on their Lamborghini en route to the college stadium.

Michael was on the wheels as always and Victor was narrating his victory at midnight cove.

"You should have seen Steffen's defeated eyes that begged for mercy while he was on his knees. Huh." He paused. "He surely must have been thinking about the long jail term he was going to be slammed with by the government after he was caught red handed."

"Serves him right." Muttered Michael. "What about the marijuana and the cocaine his men were trying to load on their trucks?"

"Oh that shit? It's worth millions of dollars."

"What did you do with them?" Michael asked.

"I made sure they were burnt right before his eyes, it was a perfect way to salvage my victory against that bloody rebel."

"You know he is more than just a rebel?"

"What? What else is he?" Victor furrowed his eyebrows.

"He snatched your girlfriend Patricia from you."

"Hey Michael, please do not go there." Victor frowned with resentment etched upon