Chapter 83

Santino returned to his base, and his countenance was distraught. He wondered how he would capture the secret agent for Greg to assist him.

"This man is just so evil! If I could capture this agent for so long, would I not have done so ever since and stopped my goods from being seized?" He demanded it angrily.

Tristan walked in while he was talking to himself, and he paused. "Boss, is everything okay?"

Santino turned to find Tristan there. "It's just you. Come in, come on."

Tristan walked closer to Santino, and he noticed that the man wasn't exactly happy. "What's the matter, boss? Are you okay?"

"How can I be okay when everything is working against us? My goods keep getting seized, and even we have lost almost a billion dollars because he could not deliver." Santino complained.

Tristan whistled. "That's a lot of money, boss. What's the way forward? I thought you said you were going to meet Greg."

"I did go to meet him. A matter of fact, I'm coming right from his office now." Santino answered.

"What did he say?" Tristan probed. "Did he agree to help?"

Santino scoffed. "Yes, of course he would agree to help. But it came at a cost. And that is what is troubling me."

"What's the cost?"

"He wants that secret agent with special abilities." Santino said. "The same man who murdered almost a hundred of my guards before my eyes. If I could get him down, wouldn't I have just done it and saved myself from getting all of these losses?"

Tristan nodded. "You're right, boss. But maybe it still would not have worked. That agency the guy works for has really strong agents. If we had captured him, he would surely escape, or they would come for him, and we would suffer from it."

"How is it any different?" Santino demanded.

Tristan folded his arms. Well, because now if they attack, they won't be attacking us, for one. Two is that Greg has more facilities in the mafia world than we do, so if he wants the agent, it's definitely because he has means of keeping him there."

Santino paused to think about it. Surely, Greg could kidnap someone like a secret agent and get away with it. The only thing they could do was find a means to get the man out there. But how?

"Still, how do we get him to Greg's company? It's going to be difficult, especially since we don't know exactly who is behind the mask." Santino shrugged. "This is just so much trouble trying to solve one problem."

"I do know who he is." Tristan said. "Remember the girl? My ex-girlfriend? She works for him in the regular world, and I have done a lot of research about him."

"Really?" Santino asked with a small smile. "Tell me, my boy, what have you figured out?"

Tristan chuckled. "He is the owner of a company, and he has only one family member left, a sister. I think he dated one of her friends back then, but I haven't seen them together for a while, so I don't think they are still in a relationship."

Santino nodded. "That's not an issue. Of course, his sister would be better as a trap than a girl we aren't certain of his relationship with. Find a means to get the girl and kidnap her instantly. Send her to Greg's company and tell him that his fish will soon take the bait."

Tristan nodded and left Santino's room. He had a new mission, and that was to trail the girl. Tristan was rather a faithful worker and kept tracking Rose. When he eventually found a means to talk to her, he first went off as a shy but flirty billionaire heir. He had noticed that she had a thing for rich men, and he decided to pose as one.

It didn't take long before Rose had her claws all over him. Tristan decided not to waste any more time since they didn't have enough time for love affairs. He allowed her to get drunk and even drugged her at some point so that she became unconscious, then he sent her to Greg's company with the note Santino had instructed.

Greg sat in his office, waiting for the package Santino informed him was arriving soon. When his elevator beeped, he smirked and waited until his assistant wheeled in the trolley to his bedroom. Greg scowled a little. Why would they wheel a man into his bedroom? Confused, he got up and walked there to see for himself.

He found a beautiful and succulent female lying unconscious on his bed, naked. He smirked. There was a note attached to her left breast, and he picked it up and read it.

The fish would soon take the bait.

He laughed. The girl was beautiful, and her body was surely tempting. Greg undressed instantly as he stared at her. The more he stared, the more turned on he was. His member was standing very high, and he walked over to where she lay.

If she was unconscious, he couldn't do anything because it would be termed rape. But if she was even a little conscious, he could just get her to admit that she wanted him, and then he would have his way with her. Greg reached out his rough palm and touched her. She didn't respond at all. He caressed her entire skin, but she did not flinch; rather, he noticed purplish marks trailing wherever his palms touched. He sighed as the mood left him instantly. He threw a bed sheet over her, got dressed, and left the room.

He took out his phone and sent a text message. Bait was received successfully, but when will the fish arrive?