Chapter 97 Lesser Reign of Disaster
With the plan in motion and their new ally, Daniel, by their side, Claus and Mia returned to their positions in the casino. The atmosphere was tense, and time was running out as El-Patrio's and Sergio's arrival grew imminent.
Mia resumed her role as a distraction, using her charm and charisma to keep the attention of the men in the vicinity. Claus, still in constant communication with Carol, kept a close watch on the potential targets they had identified earlier.
As the minutes ticked away, the casino's energy surged. People filled the room, and the anticipation of El Patrio and Sergio's arrival hung in the air like a storm about to break.
Claus signaled to Mia that they needed to remain vigilant. He knew that their success hinged on precise timing and coordination. The stakes were high, but they were determined to see their mission through to the end, no matter the cost.
Mia, dressed in her alluring gown, moved gracefully through the casino, catching the eye of many as she made her way towards El Patrio's game table. Her presence didn't go unnoticed, and soon, El Patrio glanced up from his cards, drawn by Mia's subtle yet enchanting allure.
As she approached the table, she wore a sultry smile and exchanged a few words with the people around. It was a delicate balance—enough to catch El Patrio's attention but not so intense as to arouse suspicion.
El Patrio, a man known for his sharp instincts, couldn't help but be captivated by Mia's charm. He motioned for her to join the game, and she gracefully took a seat beside him. The tension in the room seemed to grow as all eyes were on Mia, who played her part perfectly.
Claus, from his vantage point, watched closely, ready to act at a moment's notice. This was their chance to get close to El Patrio, and they couldn't afford any missteps.
"Carol, three done perfectly." He said to Carol in code.
"Entry on point," Carol answered. She is now entering the casino. When she finally did. She took position while she exchanged eye contact with Sergio, who was standing right behind El Patrio and Mia.
As the game progressed, Mia continued to subtly flirt with El Patrio, keeping his attention fixed on her. She played her cards carefully, making just enough wins to maintain his interest without arousing suspicion.
The minutes passed slowly, and the pressure in the room continued to mount. Claus knew that their time was running out, and every moment counted. He kept his communication device ready, awaiting the signal from Carol to initiate the next phase of their plan.
Mia's heart raced as she maintained her seductive act, all while keeping a watchful eye on El Patrio. They were walking a fine line, but they were determined to see their mission through to its conclusion.
As El Patrio fell deeper under Mia's spell, he couldn't resist her allure. With a smitten smile, he leaned in and whispered, "Let's leave this place, my dear. I know of a more private and luxurious spot where we can continue our evening."
Mia nodded, maintaining her facade of flirtation. She stood gracefully, keeping El Patrio's attention entirely focused on her. This was the moment they had been waiting for, the chance to get El Patrio away from the watchful eyes of the casino.
Claus, Carol, and their team members wasted no time. They began to move strategically, blending into the crowd as they followed Mia and El Patrio. It was a delicate operation, ensuring they remained discreet and didn't arouse any suspicion.
El Patrio offered Mia his arm, and she accepted with a charming smile, allowing him to lead her toward the exit. Behind them, Claus exchanged a quick signal with Carol, confirming that they were on the move.
As Mia and El Patrio made their way out of the casino, navigating through the throngs of people, a tipsy lady stumbled and accidentally spilled her wine, splattering it onto El Patrio's expensive suit. His face contorted with anger at the sudden mishap, and he glared at the lady responsible.
The lady, realizing her mistake and the dire situation she had unknowingly created, began to stammer out apologies.
"I'm so sorry, sir; it was an accident. Please forgive me."
But El Patrio, known for his temper, was in no mood for leniency. He waved off the lady's pleas and demanded, "Clean it! Right now!"
Mia, playing her part to perfection, added her voice to the plea.
"Please, sir, it was an accident. Let's not make a scene. We can have it cleaned at your place."
But El Patrio's ego wouldn't allow such a slight to go unpunished. He insisted, his voice stern, "No, it must be cleaned immediately.
The lady got her handkerchief. She was about to clean the wine stain, which they both know will not go away that way, when E.P. snapped again. "I said, "Clean it!'
The lady trembles. "That is what I want to do." She started cleaning it, but the stain won't go away. E.P. grabbed her neck. "Then use your tongue," he exclaimed, furious.
The lady, flustered and on the verge of tears, began to kick E.P.'s white shirt to get rid of the red stain, which does not look like it is going to clean off anyway.
Meanwhile, Claus and the team, who had been trailing closely behind, watched the situation unfold with bated breath. They knew that this unexpected delay could jeopardize their entire plan, and there was no room for mistakes.
Mia shot a quick, worried glance at Claus, who subtly signaled for her to remain patient. They couldn't afford to push El Patrio too far and risk blowing their cover.
Amidst the tension of the wine spill and El Patrio's demand for a quick solution, a man in the crowd found the situation rather amusing. He pulled out his smartphone and began recording the scene, focusing on El Patrio and the lady who had spilt wine on him. Laughter and murmurs from onlookers filled the air as the man captured the awkward moment.
However, El Patrio, who had a reputation for despising any kind of public humiliation, noticed the man with the smartphone. His anger, already simmering, flared up further at the thought of becoming a viral sensation for an embarrassing wine stain.
In a commanding tone, he pointed at the man with the phone. "You! Come here!" he barked.
The man, realizing he had attracted the attention of a powerful and volatile figure like El Patrio, hesitated for a moment but eventually made his way through the crowd, bringing his phone with him. He approached El Patrio with fear.
"What's the problem, sir?" the man asked nervously.
El Patrio's expression was stern and unrelenting. "Give me your phone," he demanded.
The man, understanding the seriousness of the situation, handed over his smartphone without protest. El Patrio took it and, with a swift motion, deleted the video that had been recorded. He then handed the phone back to the man.
"Remember, discretion is key," El Patrio warned, his voice a low, menacing growl. "You will not speak of this incident to anyone. Do you understand?"
The man nodded vigorously, his earlier amusement now replaced by a healthy dose of fear. "Yes, sir, I won't say a word."
With that, El Patrio dismissed the man, who quickly retreated into the crowd, chastened by the encounter. Before he reached his initial position. They heard a gunshot. El Patrio had pulled the trigger on the man, bullets straight to his skull.
"When I said you will not speak of the incident to anyone, I wasn't asking you; I was telling you." E.P. roared. El Patrio returned his attention to the wine-stained lady, who immediately resumed her duty. She continued to lick the wine stain.
Sergio signalled to E.P.'s men to clean up the mess he had caused. He also whispered into El Patrio's ears. "We should get you out of here now," he said.
E.P. looked at him fiercely. "I am not leaving here until my shirt is clean; hence, she gets the same judgement as the man." Hearing that, the lady increased her tempo. She began to lick his shirt aggressively, trying to get the stain off.
"Sir, you will have to meet with the Beast very soon." Sergio remarked.
"The beast can wait. I am a proud son. And I still have business here." He turned to Mia, and the latter quickly smiled in return.