Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

Chapter 0153

NICK

When we got to the private hanger, it was filled with both mine and Luke’s men. They were armed to the teeth. Good, that British men was going to have a small army of his own. He planned this very well and I was sure he prepared for everything. Only, he thought his nephew was the one who was going to be going after him.

He didn’t count on us being the ones to do the heavy lifting If he didn’t know that Olivia had me and the whole Black mafia clan behind her then he was going to regret his decision pretty soon. As soon as the plane door opened Given was standing at the bottom looking pissed. I knew then that he found something, and it was not good.

I hurried down the steps and met him down. We moved further away. “He used local men; our men went to get them so we can interrogate them.” the fucker! Who the hell did he think he was using locals for his dirty dealings; didn’t he know who those men respected? This was going to be easy. Maybe God does answer prayers after all.

“As usual, you did well Given. We will meet you at the warehouse.” He nodded walking away to the car he came with. I went and joined Luke. “My men found the fools who helped the man, they killed them all except one who was taken by some men.” My eyes widened. What the fuck were those fucking mafia men doing?

“Please tell me something, do these men know what it is to get information out of people? Because we wanted those morons for the information, how are we going to get that now that they are fucking dead!” I tried keeping my composure, but I think it showed how angry I was on the last part when I raised my voice.

“Give me some fucking credit Nick, the Black mafia doesn’t keep morons around. They found out that the British paid them to take the boy and send him to the airport where they were to meet someone and get paid. They did get paid but the one who knows what plane he got on is the one those men took.” noveldrama

Fuck! Please God, I know I have not been good but since you have started answering my prayers, please answer this one too. Let the men who got him be mine. I want to find my son, for me and for his mother. “What the fuck are you doing? You are fucking wasting time! Jeez” I should have known Luke knew nothing about prayer.

We got into the cars, and we were off. I looked out the window attentively as if I was going to see something that would help find Samuel. It was stupid, I know but hope is a funny thing. Those who have experienced something similar would know what I was talking about.

The damn thing never lets you give up no matter how bad things get. Even those who kill themselves struggle with it at first and pray to be saved. We went straight to the warehouse and when we got there. My men were standing outside. I searched for Given with my eyes worried that they might not have been the men who got that

moron.

When I didn’t see him, I took long strides to get into the warehouse. I saw him standing in the middle with his back on me. “Please tell me you are the one who got the moron who escaped from the mafia.” He turned to look at me with a serious expression and just as I was about to sigh in defeat.

A smile broke on his face. “We can’t let the mafia do all the heavy lifting now, can we? This is our territory after all.” A chuckle escaped my lips. “Fucking morons! This is not about you.” Luke complained as he went to join Given walking past me.

I chuckled now hope returned to full force. See, I told you. hope was a funny thing. Luke stood… front of the man, but he only glanced at him then averted his gaze. Luke chuckled shaking his head, I knew he was already thinking of ways to kill the moron.

I went and stood next to Luke. He started from my shoes going up and when he saw my face, his eyes widened. A smirk appeared on my face; I might not be a criminal, but I had people who got things done for me in my name. for those who have heard of me know what I can, or shall I say. What my people were capable of.

“Mr Jones, sir, I didn’t know he was your family. If I knew I wouldn’t have done it. I swear on my mother’s grave, I wouldn’t have.” I glanced at Luke, and he threw his hands in the air looking frustrated. The man was drunk on power that it didn’t feel good having someone else being respected instead of him.

“You are not telling me what I want to hear or do you want him to make you talk.” He shook his head vigorously. ” No sir, I will talk. We were paid a million, all we had to do is take the child and take him to a private jet at the airport. That is all we did.” I continued to stare at him.

He still didn’t tell me who paid them or where the jet was going. “I don’t know the man, but he looked rich and I heard the lady who works there talk about being in London in five hours. After looking at the time.” Then it was clear. Marcus’s uncle took Samuel.

“Now do we call them?” I asked Luke. “Why don’t we find him first then call.” I shook my head. “You still don’t know your daughter very well. If we keep this from her until it is too late. She will have our balls, and I would like to keep mine, thank you very much. I still want kids. But you can continue to hide this you are old and have no use for your balls.”

Luke threw a glare my way. “Did I tell you how gay you are acting? Fine! Find them and tell them.” he sighed as we walked away. “It seems we are going back to the jet and going to London. Fucking place is always cold. I fucking hate the cold. The things we do for our children, fuck!”

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