Her Mafia Lord

Chapter Forty seven

All eyes looked on at Amore at the table as he was thinking of how to reply to the situation. The major factor he was curious to understand was how Giovanni got to know about the missing file.

“Marco Amore, I ask once more, where is the Lexicon file?” Giovanni was full of smiling, knowing he had him where he wanted, in a dilemma.

“About the Lexicon file…..”

“Actually, the Lexicon file happens to be in my possession” All eyes turned to look at Brown who approached the table.

“It was given to me by Mr. Amore here to be kept safe as he said and i quote ‘it is the family’s heritage'” Brown explained smiling at Amore.

Amore was surprised; how did he laid his hands on the file? He had never thought Brown would discover the file but he did.

“Impossible! The file is fake” Giovanni commented in disbelief.

“Enough of all this trash talking Giovanni, I suggest you leave this table at once!” Xavier ordered with anger.

“But we need to verify the authenticity of the file” Giovanni tried to explain but was also cut short by Priscilla.

“First you accused Amore here of being reckless and now, you have the audacity to speak I’ll of a long age file which has been kept sacred for so many years!” It was at this point Giovanni knew that he had lost the battle. Everyone at the table was against him; his uncle was disappointed and pissed at him, his step mother was not even by his side and above all, Giovanni was not present at the meeting.

“Very well then, I will leave. But mark my words, you all will appreciate me one day for all I have sacrificed for this family. And i am sure Marco will be in his grave weeping for the disgrace about to befall this family!” He said and left.

Once he was gone, Amore continued with the meeting though he intended to ask Brown later on, how he got hold of the file.

When the meeting was over, he invited Amore to the inner chamber and got him a drink.

“How did you do it? I was at the verge of being questioned about the most priced possession in the family!” Brown took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat.

“You see Mr. Amore, I only did this out of the respect I have for you” He leaned in and said in low tone.

“There is no Lexicon file” Amore’s eyes widened in amazement “You got us all tricked?” He asked also in a low tone.

“Would you rather have me stay out and allow that step brother of yours disgrace the hell out of you?” He asked

“Impossible, I would never envisage such a time in my life”

“Exactly, knowing that you and I are not too different, I decided to render my assistance in the best possible way; by framing up an entire new document and bringing it to the table” He said with a smile.

Amore was elated that he laughed and Brown also laughed along with him. They both took up their glasses

“To the greatest trickster” Amore said holding up his glass cup.

“And to the greatest fraudster” They clinged their glass cup and gulped the content

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“Alright, listen up the Arabians are very technical people; they have cameras placed over the entire building, so becareful while you guys go” Dave spoke through the headset.

“We got this one right Lucifer?” Viola asked as they were close to the entrance of the huge sky scrapper.

“Yeah we do” Lucifer replied dusting off some of the dusts that laced his clothing. They were dressed in corporate wears.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

When they arrived at the entrance, they were met up with a huge security man who was almost seven foot tall according to Giovanni estimation.

“How may we help you” His grumpy voice almost had Viola cringing.

“We are here to see your boss” Viola replied faking her Russian accent.

“We don’t have bosses here” he replied.

“Tell your boss, Santos is here to see him” Lucifer stated staring directly at the man who looked at him suspiciously.

“Give a minute” He replied, getting his device out of it holder and moving some steps back away from them but his eyes were still on them. After a short while, he ended his call and returned back to them.

“Here is a pass, you have earned it from Sheikh Khaliq” He indicated handing them permits respectively.

They nodded their heads and head inside the main building. The building had the best interior that any of Lucifer and Viola has ever seen, it was well decorated. Lucifer was not surprised; Arabians have a way of showing off their wealth.

“Uhm guys, we have a situation; you will need to curl your fake hair a little to the left, and also considering that you have learnt Russian language, it is advisable you stick to them and keep the accent clean. Whoever this Sheikh Khaliq is, nothing misses his sight” Dave explained. This had both Lucifer and Viola toughen their act.

They took the elevator and slowly waited for it to get them to the designated room; which has been written through the permit.

Once they arrived at the room, they were met with the Arabians, the same set of people who had attacked them and stolen the packages away.

“I see you arrived late once again Mr. Santos” One of them spoke out with a smile on his face.

“When the business keeps moving, I will have to take my time to work before coming” Giovanni’s accent was credible enough that he had noticed how they didn’t look suspicious of him. This mission may far be the easiest he had ever encountered.

“Boss will be right up any moment from now” one of the Arabians with a curl hair spoke smiling directly at Viola who found the gesture disgusting.

Suddenly, a back door opened, revealing a rather short Arabian man who was surprisingly not in the Arabian white caftan like the others seated.

“Greetings gentlemen” his voice not deep as Lucifer as expected.

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“Its great to see you again Khaliq” Lucifer said with a fake smile on his face. Khaliq who had just taken his seat stared intently at both of them causing Lucifer to look uncomfortable.

“Shit!! You missed a word!” Dave spoke through their ear pod.

“Since when did you started calling me Khaliq” He asked.

“I am particularly surprised you had noticed that” Lucifer laughed awkwardly. Viola knew she had to step into the situation or they were screwed.

“Apologies Sheikh Khaliq, Santos here is kinda drunk in some sort of bizzare way” They both watched as the Sheikh stood up to his feet and approached them. He was few inches away from them, looking at both of them respectively.

“You were not supposed to call Lucifer by his name!! Remember he is supposed to be your boss!” Dave spoke getting frustrated as he watched on from his car.

After few minutes of what seemed to be like a brewing tension, the Sheikh erupted into laughter, causing everyone but Lucifer and Viola to laugh.

“I love this version of you Don Santos and I do hope that we can get more in our subsequent meetings” He said before going back to take his seat.

“One thing I also noticed is that, it may seem that you have given Isabella the opportunity to call you by your name” He mentioned staring at Viola who stood there uncomfortable.

“Well that’s because she is my wife at the moment” Lucifer replied with a cheesy smile on his face.

“Really?” The Sheikh asked in disbelief.

“Of course, I found her quite fascinating and that is the reason I got married to her” Lucifer explained holding Viola’s hand and staring at her with a smile. Viola on the other hand, a weird spark as Lucifer’s warm hand held hers.

“Anyways, I think we have done enough talking for the moment; why don’t we go back to the business of the day” The Sheikh turned to look at one of the boys who nodded and head towards a room which was directly opposite Lucifer and Viola.

“My boys had a hard time getting the packages this time, they weren’t aware Giovanni was going to send really intelligent escort but they got away” The Sheikh explained as one of the boys returned with the said package.

“So for this, I would be asking you to pay three hundred thousand dollars” The Sheikh said looking up at them.

“Okay, Lucifer, tell him that you need to speak with Viola privatel, I have got some ideas on how to handle this monetary issues” Dave explained through the ear pod once again.

“I wish to speak with my wife here in private”

“Sure, you can take your time” The Sheikh leaned back to his chair.