Meanwhile....
Location: Viper's HQ Las Vegas
Third person's POV

It was a beautiful morning in Las Vegas and everyone was loving it, well everyone except Micheal Rivaldo. He was sucking on his fourth cigarette stick just that morning and he was no where near done.

For the past few days, he had been smoking a lot more than usual and that was due to the fact that nothing seemed to be going well for him. Some measly journalist had come across very important information about his drug cartel and he hated the fact that since then, he had subconsciously been waiting for the factory to be found and shut down, thereby rendering him powerless.

He would be the laughing stock of the other Dons in Las Vegas and that sucked balls, he definitely didn't want that. He was trying desperately to find the journalist so he could show him the consequences of messing with The Micheal Rivaldo, but somehow, as soon as they get a whiff of where they are and plan to attack, they escape, time and time again.

If he could just find the measly person putting someone as powerful as him on edge like this, he would waste no time in ending him. A knock on his office door snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Morning Micheal" Miguel, his right hand man, the brains between the both of them, greeted as he walked into the office, his usual smirk on his face.

Miguel was very smart and so even though he was only the second in command, he basically called the shots because Micheal always listened to him. To Miguel, the Vipers were his only family and he felt a sense of extreme loyalty to them, to the extent that he would do anything to protect their reputation among the mafia community. Despite all that though, he was more of a human than Micheal.

"What is it Miguel? If you don't have any good news for me then just get out, I'm not in the mood" Micheal bit back harshly, proceeding to take another drag of his cigarette.

"Aye Mike, you don't have to be so harsh this early in the morning and especially not when I have some good news" Miguel replied calmly, taking a seat opposite Micheal. If anyone else had been in Miguel's position at the moment, Micheal, being the temperamental animal that he was would've put a bullet through their head for seating when talking to him.

"I don't care about any other news other than the one including the whereabouts of that journalist"

"Well then, I'm sure you'll love this news" Miguel replied, a sly smile on his face. At this, Micheal sat up and stubbed his cigarette against the ashtray, finally, some good news that could put his mind at ease.

"Alright go on" Micheal said, already getting impatient as he rest his hands on his desk.

"So, I was thinking about how the Foxes always managed to elude our attack every single time and then I thought that maybe one of the boys had betrayed us. Later on, I decided that they would never do that, so maybe it was one of our workers -"

"Get to the point Miguel!" Micheal spat.

"Now where's the fun in that? Just listen to my heroic tale Mike" Miguel said, making Micheal roll his eyes "Anyways, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, I then informed the guys that once any of them got any information about the journalist, they should report to me and only me and not to tell anyone else"

"Some days later, one of them came to inform me of some news about the journalist. Apparently, they are now in New York, so I sent one of my personal boys to go undercover and find them and their exact location. He hasn't confirmed their location yet but he said he was onto something" he finished.

"So have you or have you not found them?" Micheal asked, his eye twitching with impatience.

"We're working on it, but before you get even more mad, I'll have you know that just yesterday, I found something or should I say someone far more interesting" Miguel chastised.

"More interesting? What or who could be more interesting than the location of the person trying to ruin me?" Micheal scowled, reclining on his chair.

"Relax don" Miguel drawled and then called out "Come in boys!"

In then came two hefty men, holding a less hefty man in between them. He looked beaten up and scared and his hands were tied up.

"Meet the mole" Miguel said, gesturing over to the man.

"Isn't this Frederick the new guy?" Micheal asked, confused as to why he looked so forlorn "And what do you mean by 'the mole'? Miguel, you of all people should know how fast my patience thins out, now get to the point"

"Alright fine fine, this man here isn't Frederick at all, as a matter of fact, he's Robert Monroe and he works for the same TV channel as that journalist. Apparently, he's been sent here to spy on us and report back to who? That's right, the journalist and the TV channel too of course. I was inspecting the work going on at the factory yesterday night, when I overheard him on the phone with Mr. Fox"

"What?!" Micheal growled, standing up and banging his fists against the table thereby making such a loud noise that made Robert jump. He knew what he was getting into when he decided to be a spy but even at that, he had never prepared himself to face the don one day. Also, at that moment, he knew he wasn't going to escape the wrath of the Vipers so the only thing on his mind was how to inform John of the new development.

"What I don't understand is how we've been able to let him roam freely under our noses without suspecting a thing!" Miguel said "You're losing it Mike and you had better get it together before the other bosses find out and try to take over our territory, especially our weak counterparts in New York"

The anger inside of Micheal had doubled up after hearing all that and as soon as he looked at Robert, Robert knew that he was either going to die the next minute or he was going to be begging for his death.

Micheal walked over to Robert and the next sound that was heard was that of Robert's jaw cracking, followed by his now unconscious body falling to the ground.

"Cálmatè Rivaldo. Don't kill him just yet, we still need him" Miguel interrupted as Micheal was going for a kick to Robert's torso and then signalled for the hefty men to leave with the body of the unconscious man on the floor.

"What for? Why don't we just finish him off?" Micheal asked as soon as they left.

"We need him to throw the Foxes off guard by making them feel like they're still safe. He's been doing that for a while now so why not do it some more before he leaves this world? This time though, he'd only say what we want him to say" Miguel explained.

"I really don't understand why we can't just barge into New York and get that Pen Drive!" Micheal growled, going over to his seat and lighting another cigar.

"Because according to Robert here, the Foxes are in Florida and truly all the calls he had been making were to a number in Florida. My boy in New York says otherwise though, so I've decided to also send someone to Florida, so we can be on the safe side and not lose them this time" Miguel explained "Besides, we can't just barge into the New York territory and not expect a fight to break out between both gangs. Right now, until we get back that pendrive, we lay low."

"Fine then. You know, this is one of the reasons you're my second in command, you're always a step ahead" Micheal, who seemed to have calmed down now said to Miguel.

"Wow, my mother must have done something good in her wretched life to make me get a compliment from you Mike" Miguel teased, a smug smile on his face.

"Shut up and go work something out with Ben, I need that pendrive ASAP" he retorted.

"You don't worry about it, that's what I'm here for. Créeme Rivaldo" Miguel said and then stood up. He left the office, thinking his work here was done. He had informed Micheal of the recent happenings, now it was time to get to work with the measly New York chapter.

He hated their guts and the fact that their boss was American was even more annoying. How they could break off from headquarters to form a branch headed by an American was really beyond him.

The news of the death of their previous leader was one of the best he had heard that year, mainly because he had orchestrated it. He had thought that if he got rid of the American boss, the second in command who was Mexican would take over, therefore restoring the reputation of the Vipers.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Instead, the American relative of the former boss was appointed the new head and the news of that made him livid. He had no problem with Americans being in the gang, but he strongly opposed them being the head as the Vipers were supposed to be a Mexican mob. Not only did they let an American be their boss, now they had become organized and people barely knew about them in New York.

Even as he was caught up in his hate, he didn't fail to notice the arrival of the hot secretary of their fake furniture factory. A sly grin slipped onto his face as he remembered the nights they spent together and he halted in his steps.

Pushing the thoughts of the work he had to do aside for now, he sauntered into her office and he only hoped that by the time he left her office, he would be able to remember all what he had to do.

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Cálmatè: Calm down
Créeme: Trust me

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