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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 153
Nicholas sat alone in the center of the room that had been booked for him, his forehead creased with a deep furrow as he slowly lowered his phone onto the polished mahogany table in front of him. He just finished speaking with his commander, making sure all of his executives were safe. Yeah, they were. They've made sure none of them leave the without security. They hadn't seen no one roaming or anything suspicious, but they still needed to take precautions. A heavy weight seemed to settle in the pit of his stomach, manifesting in the tightness of his chest and the distant look that had taken over his sharp features. He had been Rome since yesterday, trying to make sure everything was okay before he returned to Launceston. They needed to confirm if the assailants were still roaming about, otherwise, he'd have left for Vietnam himself. They needed him there too... The industry would have to stop every activities for some many days and Nicholas knew he needed to go boost their morale w
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 154
The ward was quiet as Nicholas and Gnits approached Mr. Philips' bedside. Nurses fluttered about, tending to monitors and checking his vitals, but they promptly scattered at Mr. Philips' dismissive wave of his hand. "Leave us," he commanded, his voice raspy but firm. The nurses exchanged bewildered glances but dutifully filed out of the room, their crisp white uniforms rustling as they went. Nicholas felt a pang of pity for the old man. Mr. Philips looked frail, propped up against the pillows, his complexion sallow and his breathing labored. But despite his fragile state, there was a resolute gleam in his eyes as he regarded them. "Mr. Loughty. Mr. Gnits." Mr. Philips acknowledged them with a slight nod. "I'm glad you're here. You arrived earlier than I expected." Nicholas offered a small smile as he drew closer to the bed. "How are you feeling, Mr Philips?" Mr. Philips chuckled, a dry, wheezing sound. "Better than yesterday, I suppose." He sh
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 155
"Hooooooo!" Nicholas stepped out of the dimly lit bar, his face alight with a joyous smile. The cool evening air caressed his skin as he made his way towards the grand living room of his mansion. Clutched in his hands were two bottles of the coveted Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, a rare and exquisite wine that would make any oenophile's heart flutter. As he approached the living room, he could see the silhouettes of his guests, Gnits and Mr. Philips, seated comfortably on the plush leather couches. After waiting for days, Mr. Philips was finally discharges from the hospital. Though, he wasn't completely fit, he was ready to get back into office and take things down with Malakai. Their conversation fell silent as Nicholas entered, all eyes drawn to the precious cargo he carried. Gnits was the first to react, rising from his seat with a look of awe etched on his face. He rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm if he wasn't seeing something else before voicing out. "Is
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 156
The car's tires screeched as Mr. Philips swerved to the side of the road, bringing the vehicle to an abrupt stop. They had arrived in Spain for their very mission and they were already on their way to the University of Seville. There was no security men following them, they were in casual clothes and the car they were driving had no unique plate number like Nicholas's cars would. All this was to arouse suspicion, as it was now clear that they were being trailed by the RMI. Mr. Philips who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced over his shoulder at Gnits and Niçholas in the back. "Why did you ask me to stop here?" Mr. Philips asked, his eyes fixed on Nicholas. Nicholas held up a hand, his gaze locked on the phone in his other hand. "I just got a message from Malakai." Gnits and Mr. Philips eyes dilated in surprise as they both exclaimed simultaneously, "Malakai!? What does it say?" "Yes, Malakai," Nicholas nodded. "But I'm waiting for it to load."
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 157
The jet's wheels touched down onto the lush lawn of the Loughty mansion, kicking up a flurry of freshly cut grass. A group of armed guards stood at the ready, their expressions stoic and unwavering as the aircraft came to a complete stop. They had been flying for over four hours. The mood was somber, the darkness of the night casting long shadows across the estate, causing the dew-kissed blades to glitter like a million tiny diamonds. Michos, his hands bound behind his back, was roughly yanked from his seat by Mr. Philips, his grip unyielding as he ushered the captive forward. "Move!" he growled, his voice low and menacing. Nicholas, Gnits, and Mr. Philips emerged from the jet, their faces etched with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. The guards immediately converged, surrounding Michos and removing the blindfold that had been obscuring his vision. "Take him," Mr. Philips barked, shoving Michos towards the waiting guards. "You know where to put h
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 158
"Keep Michos in the blue chamber, he is not allowed to leave. No matter what he says, do not open the door for him. He is very dangerous and manipulative, so you don't want to fall for any of his pranks." Mr. Philips had explained to the guards before they left for the Avendanos villa. The gleaming silver Bentley glided smoothly through the ornate wrought-iron gates of the Avendanos' sprawling estate, its polished exterior reflecting the warm glow of the street lamps that illuminated the winding driveway. Behind it, a convoy of seven sleek black SUVs followed suit, their tinted windows casting an ominous shadow over the otherwise picturesque scene. As the car rolled to a stop before the mansion, an air of anticipation hung thick in the evening air. The residents of the Avendano estate, accustomed to the occasional display of wealth and influence, watched with curiosity as the passenger door opened, and Nicholas emerged, his usually composed demeanor tinged with an u
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 159
The phone slipped from Nicholas's hand, clattering to the floor of the car as he exchanged bewildered glances with Gnits and Philips, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and disbelief. Was that truly Theresa's voice? Of course it was, they were able to recognize the voice. Loud and clear, but how was that possible? Everyone was at Theresa's funeral and even if she was alive, why was Malakai just telling them about it for the first time? As the car continued its journey along the darkened road, the silence was eventually broken by Nicholas's uncertain voice. He just couldn't for once stop thinking about it, "Could Malakai be telling the truth?" Gnits, his expression a reflection of the turmoil within, responded cautiously. "We.. We just heard Theresa's voice on the phone. So... she... she... she's definitely not dead, and she's been with Malakai all this time." Philips, his brow creased with deep contemplation, let out a weighty sigh. "But does that mean Malakai has been holdin
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 160
"Fuck 'em!" Malakai said, sliding his phone down the desk as he leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, propping his polished black boots up on the ornate mahogany desk. The spacious office was dimly lit, the warm glow of a single table lamp casting shadows across the fine furnishings. He took a long, slow drag from the cigarette clenched between his fingers, the end glowing ember-red as he exhaled a plume of smoke through his nose. The silence was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Malakai didn't look up, simply drawling in his deep, gravelly voice, "Come in." The door creaked open, and a young man in a crisp black suit poked his head inside, bowing deferentially. "What do you want?" Malakai asked. "Sir, there is a lady here to see you." The young man replies quickly. Malakai gulped down the cup of alcohol which burned down his throat, "Who is she?" he asked. "We have been asking her what her name is, but she refuses to reveal her ide
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