Chapter 88 Codes
Griffin removed the cigarette from his lips and puffed out the smoke in her face.
"You're offering yourself to me... nice." He suddenly pulled her waist close. Venessa gasped.
"You're supposed to be Diego's bride..." he nuzzled his nose on her neck. "You don't look bad. My mother must have chosen you for a reason."
Venessa bit her lips at his touch; it was tempting.
"Are you accepting me then?" she asked.
"Not until you prove your worth," he said.
Knowing what he meant, she stripped herself until she was naked. Her huge breasts made Griffin smirk. He palmed one, earning a slutty moan from her.
Her body jolted when Griffin smacked her ass from behind. "Hm... not bad," he mumbled.
Venessa's hand went for his trousers, pulling them down. Her gaze landed on his huge dick, veins running along it. He was hard and ready.
She crouched down before him, taking his length into her mouth. As she pleasured him, her pussy was dripping wet with desire.
'Fucking whore,' Griffin thought, taking a fistful of Venessa's hair. He slammed his dick into her mouth suddenly, choking her. His thrusts were brutal, making her tear up.
Soon, his muscles tensed, and he shot his load. Griffin dragged her up and pushed her onto the bed.
She parted her legs, dragging him close. His hand pinned her neck to the bed as he thrust into her brutally.
Venessa cried out, pain and pleasure mixing. She loved it rough, and Griffin wasn't disappointing.
He drew out his long cock and slammed back in dangerously. Venessa's eyes rolled back, taking him in.
The man was destroying her.
"Scream my fucking name, whore," he growled into her ear.
"Fuck me hard, Griffin! Oh god!!" she exclaimed.
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It was late at night when a truck drove into the clan. It was filled with weapons and food supplies. Dona instructed the men to watch over it; she needed to reach Griffin and inform him.
Of course, that wasn't her main reason. She was planning to get mounted too.
When the truck drove into the large room, the men around stood to start packing.
"The Billionaire Devil? That is crazy. What if he's lying?" one of the mobsters asked another.
"Who cares? Sylvester is dead. None of us ever liked him; he was an asshole. If you're doubting the new Don is the Billionaire Devil, then how come he beat Sylvester?" the other one replied.
"But what if he is worse than Sylvester?"
"I don't fucking care. I had a good fuck last night during the feast; isn't that a good thing to be happy about?"
They both reached the truck and opened it with the aim of taking out the weapons, but their faces got hit. They went down to the floor together.
The others who saw this reached for their guns, but bullets flew across, killing each of them. It was coming from silent pistols.
Jameson was the first to step out, followed by Diego and some other men. The two men were dressed in suits with weapons fixed to their bodies. The suits were a special tech Diego had worked on. They were bulletproof, but not for long.
Their eyes darted around the place as the men spread through the area.
"Einstein?" Diego asked.
Einstein, who had just taken down the men in the security room with Aiden, tapped on his earphone.
"In position," he replied, returning his gaze to one of the lifeless men on the floor. "Diego, don't you think this seems a little too easy? These men don't seem to be waiting for us."
Diego thought for a while. "Let's just go as planned."
"I'll find Phoenix," Jameson said.
"I'll find Griffin," Diego nodded, and with that, they separated.
Aiden took a deep breath, staring at the screen. "Mr. President, in a few minutes, my team will completely scan the building. It will be easier to find Griffin that way," Aiden said.
"Good," Diego replied, capturing one of the mobster security and dragging him into a dark corner. Soon, he stepped out in the man's uniform, his black suit still underneath. He adjusted his cap and kept his gaze low.
There were so many mobsters in this clan; they should at least take half of them down without causing an alarm.
"How did you manage to talk to your team?" Einstein asked Aiden.
"My cousin and I are both in the same team. He understands me 'cause I screw up many times... but I always fix it back."
"Hm."
"Is Mr. James going to forgive me?" Aiden asked worriedly.
"That's his decision. I do house chores to please my wife whenever I make her mad," Einstein shrugged. "Show him you're truly worth it, and you'll be fine."
Aiden nodded. "I'll find out what the code means. It might involve Griffin's whole plan. I just need to remember the last number."
"Or you could just work on the other numbers to get the last."
Aiden nodded. "Thanks a lot, Mr...."
"Just Einstein. I don't like the formal thing."
"Right, Einstein," Aiden smiled and immediately pulled out his laptop, beginning to work on the call he made.
Meanwhile, Jameson found a secret passage.
As Jameson moved forward, he found himself in the clan's kitchen. The butlers were busy chatting and laughing as they cooked.
Einstein was right; these people didn't seem to be expecting them.
"Hey!" Jameson called after them, and they all stopped to look at him, a frown settling on their faces.
"I'm looking for a pink-haired girl, pretty, average height, rude, sexy, and she is probably your prisoner," Jameson said, and they all looked at each other.
"Well, I know who you are asking for, little fella. She is our prisoner," one of the butlers said, picking up a cutlass from the table. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Someone who is going to torture you until you tell me where she is," Jameson shrugged.
"Let's kill that motherfucker," the butler growled, and the others took up their weapons.
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Diego stepped into a strange room. Behind him were a lot of dead men he had killed before reaching there.
He pushed the door open and walked in. This was the Don's room, always located at the top. He walked towards the table, his eyes catching a cup of tea. He felt it and saw that it was still warm.
Swiftly, he dodged the attack from behind. It was Dona. She swung the knife again, but Diego held her hand this time and roughly smashed her head on the cup of tea.
The liquid burned her skin, and she yelped.
"Where's Griffin?" Diego inquired, his voice deep and dangerous.
"Who the fuck are you?" Dona asked back.
"Answer me first; it won't take me much energy to kill you right now," he warned.
"I don't know where he is. He was supposed to be here, but I couldn't find him."
Diego frowned at her words. His eyes scanned the room quickly. One thing about Griffin: he doesn't care about anyone as long as he gets what he wants.
Diego released her and began to approach the door. He tapped on his earphone.
"Guys, get out. Everyone, get out of the building," he said quickly.
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Einstein, who heard this, turned his head to Aiden. The guy's expression showed he had just discovered something shocking.
He had the last number.
2, 15, 13, and 2.
They were alphabetical numbers.
With wide eyes, he looked back at Einstein.
"I think there are BOMBS in the building," Aiden said.
What!!