Chapter 127

Chapter 127
The meeting was adjourned at seven pm that evening.
The residence of Hamiz Al Yaman was filled with luxury cars outside the garden, followed by the most important heads of state. Each one represents a powerful department, their history old as their fortune and their presence cold as their indifference.

They were all prepared to attend this meeting with the utmost respect for the Al Yaman family as they also belonged to their clan, as it was all thanks to Hamiz that they all became so powerful.
Since Omer was the one to call this urgent meeting, this time the residence was not decorated as usual meeting they had once per month. Instead, the chandeliers on the roof were the only decoration follow by the line of stairs that awaited them to go upstairs. The servants were running all the way up and down to secure their job of hosting. With this kind of men even a single mistake, a wrong stare could turn them into ashes within seconds, they all knew and they all were hyperactive of their service.
But the one that was the most uncomfortable was Hamiz himself, who was looking at everyone entering inside the residence from the third floor. His son Mehmet was behind him, together with two of Hamiz most trusted man and Mehme’s most trusted bodyguard.
It was already a custom for them to always be accompanied by a trusted person that would risk his life to protect that of his master.
\-“Looks like the winds are about to change tonight, Mehmet. Do you feel it also?” Hamiz asked his son in a thick voice. Even though the years weren’t gentle to him, he still stood tall as a rock, his posture was tall enough to invoke respect and fear to everyone. He was not their leader because he was gentle, but because he was feared.
\-“All in the due time father. Omer would not have call us here if this was not important.”
Mehmet said in defense of his son, knowing fully well that it was better to dispose of the information with all present, otherwise his father would protect Ricardo as he always has done.

\-“I see, he still looks for ways to go against Ricardo, instead of working together to maintain our name strong and cut the heads of our enemies, instead of motivating them to work against us.” He said sternly, only for his son to hear it.
\-“You have always supported Ricardo more father. Why was Omer never enough for you?” He calmly asked his father about the accusation on the edge.
\-“Mehemet, these are wrong ideas that you are feeding yourself and your children too.”
\-Hamiz answered with a hurt tone in his words. It was never easy to see his elder son that never liked the decision that his younger brother, Ricardo’s father got the position of the leader instead of him. His envy was beyond that and now his children too.
\-“You know the rules, Mehmet, your brother took that position in fair duel with you and now since he does not live anymore, the position itself goes to Ricardo and if you didn’t like it then it is your problem, for not respecting the tradition.” He got angry now.
Mehmet knew better than to explain his reasons, that’s why he decided to let everything in Omer’s hand now.
\-“You are right father. Maybe I overstepped.” He lied smoothly as always to cover his intentions as always.
With that said Hamiz left the balcony and went inside to attend the meeting and all the others. Since the residence was meant for their business gathering, this time no woman, no music and no food to welcome them. Only dry fruit and alcohol for those who wanted to drink.
Judging from their rigid posture, they all knew that this kind of gathering usually meant that something big and powerful was about to happen.
Omer and Kane were already inside to speak around with the present guests to exchange and maybe plan how to use them in investing in his business ideas.
As soon as they saw their grandfather with their father behind, they went to greet them.
As per customs they had to greet and kiss their grandfather hands, since he was the most powerful man in the room. He greeted them dryly, but both knew that their grandfather did not like the idea that they called for a meeting without consulting with him first, but he let it slide since they were his blood too. And from his kindness Omer and Kane were always getting away for everything.
Ricardo and his second in command, Ali arrived at the last one. Everyone in the room became super aware of the commanding presence that Ricardo had. They all bowed to their leader and waited in turn for his any command.
Ricardo first went to meet his grandfather. His calculated steps, smooth combed hair, sharp gaze and black costume made him command the area.  “Good evening grandfather!” He said while taking his grandfather hand too to kiss it.
They all knew that the leader was free from doing it even in public, but Ricardo did it always due to his love for him and in doing so he honored his father’s memory.

Hamiz was starting to show faint signs of getting older, his light white bear and his tired knees were taking a toll on his standing.
\-“We can all sit down gentlemen!” He said while showing a smile meant only for Ricardo.
\-“I am pretty sure that Omer and Kane had interesting thing to tell us tonight.” He continued while eyeing his nephews, who smiled faintly, but were not happy to hear it in that way from their grandfather.
In the meanwhile, the servants made sure to have all their drinks filled and near them to not interrupt anymore or approach the table without one of the bosses ordering them.
After they all took their positions, Omer was the first one to talk, as he was the one to gather and bring them all together.
\-“I would like to thank all you gentlemen tonight, for being here.”
“I wished we could have been in a more harmonious atmosphere and what I will share about you tonight will make some of our foundation shaken.”
\-“Straight to the topic I see, this might be quick it looks!” One of the bosses said and all of them started laughing, but not Ricardo.
He was there, reading throw the lines, seeing who will take his side and what will Omer do to play his dirty tricks as always.
\-“As it is need in fact.” Omer continued as he also laughed with the intervention. Kane would love to hear him only as he always did, smirking from time to time waiting for the real bomb to explode.

As their men were standing guard inside in the meeting and down at the entrance and garden, a black Mercedes approached the gates, with Omer’s prisoner, ready waiting for the moment to intervene upstairs when he would call for.