Underworld Ultimatum

"Thank you so much, Senator Williams, for that wonderful speech. We hope your vision to transform the lives of the people in the city of Mavis by building resorts, recreational parks, and centers for tourism and capital building will help alleviate poverty by creating employment opportunities. Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes our press conference for today. Please have a nice day, and we will keep in touch. Thank you!"

As soon as the speaker finished saying those words, reporters started flooding Senator Williams with numerous questions as he exited the conference room. The security team held back the throng of reporters until the senator boarded his bulletproof limousine.

Once inside, he took out his phone and dialed a number. After the call was picked up, he said, "Tell 'El diablo enmascarado de plata' that we are in. And we begin our operations next week. He better keep his end of the bargain," then he cut the call.

He instructed the driver to move the limousine. After a while, he spoke to the driver through the intercom, "Drive to our usual place, Harry! I need a drink!"

Removing his suit jacket and tie, Senator Williams slumped in his seat, sighing as he closed his eyes for a quick nap. He was jolted awake by a bump in the road. Looking outside, he realized he was in unfamiliar territory. Buzzing the driver through the intercom, he asked, "Hey, Harry! Where are we? This isn't the way to the club! Are we taking a shortcut or what?"

But the driver did not reply, continuing to drive. Senator Williams started panicking. When he was about to pull out his phone to call for help, the limousine suddenly swerved, knocking the phone out of his hand. "Fuck!" he cursed, trying to retrieve the phone, but the limousine swerved again, causing him to hit his head on the door and the phone to slide under the seat.

The limousine came to an abrupt stop, throwing him forward into the dividing compartment, making his nose bleed. "Damn it you son of a bitch!! I swear I am going to kill you!!"

Wiping his bloody nose with his handkerchief, he banged on the compartment while cursing, "Damn it, Harry, what is wrong with you! Are you drunk or what?"

There was no response until the window from the divider opened, revealing a man in a driver's uniform with short black wavy hair, black eyes with long eyelashes, a flat nose, pink lips, and an athletic body pumped with muscles, wearing a smirk on his lips.

"I am sorry, sir. I guess the booze I had earlier on has started taking its effects, and I kinda lost control," said the driver.

Senator Williams widened his eyes and demanded, "Who the hell are you! And how did you get into my car! Where the hell is Harry!"

"In a safe place."

Senator Williams was startled by another voice in the limousine. He turned and saw a man with golden brown hair wearing a dark leather jacket and jeans, with shades on, sitting on the seat opposite him.

"And who the hell are you!" yelled Senator Williams.

The man didn't reply but just smirked, continuing to look at him. Senator Williams felt sweat running down his back in fear. 'Did 'el diablo enmascarado de plata' send them? Did he perhaps find out about the money? No... that can't be it... I hid my tracks very well. There's no way he could have found out, or could he...'

While the senator was lost in thought, the man watched him intently, reading his every move. Seeing that the senator was confused, he decided to use it to his advantage. Leaning forward in his seat, he said, "I am afraid to tell you, sir, but... your days are numbered. You thought you could hide it from us, but we had our means to dig up the loot. And damn! It's a lot of loot that you cocooned... someone is going to be very pissed that you stole what was his... tsk... tsk..." He shook his head in pity.

Senator Williams paled at the man's words, feeling his back wet with sweat. 'He found out... he found out... but I thought I was careful and didn't leave any tracks... so how did he...? But wait... didn't this guy just say "he is going to be pissed" and not "he is already pissed"? Which means... they haven't told him yet... which means he still doesn't know... but why are they here? And why did they confront me by themselves instead of bringing other guys? Which means they must want something from me in exchange for the information. Well, if they are willing to make a trade, then what the hell! Let's hear what the bastards want, then I can make a plan to deal with them later.'

Senator Williams sat up straight in his seat and peered at the man in front of him. "So what if I took a little loot from your boss. It's not like I don't deserve it. Your boss has been selfish from the start. I always did those bank dealings with him, but he never let me in with the big dogs. Humph! It pisses me off that even when I am a senator of one of the world's most powerful countries, he still uses me like a puppet. Although I earn good gold from it, I still want to be in the big leagues. So, to get even, I started taking a little to satisfy my interest, and I don't see anything wrong with that. But anyway, since you guys know about my little secret, how about we make a wager for it? You tell me what you want to keep my little secret, and I will make sure to provide you with anything you may need and even vouch for you to enter the big table. So what do you say, boys? Are we in agreement?"

The man wanted to burst out laughing because the senator had just confessed to his crime without a hitch. 'Wow... this guy is an idiot. Why did Montenegra involve him in his business? Well, since he is a mole, he's bound to be scared and spill the beans. But anyway, since he is willingly offering himself for the ride, he would gladly take the offer.'

Leaning back in his seat, the man said, "Well... I didn't expect you to relent so easily, sir. But since you are willing to make a deal with us, why not?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of a woman with long wavy black hair, wearing a derby racer outfit, standing beside a white horse. Senator Williams examined the picture for a while and asked, "Who is she?"

"Don't worry, you are soon going to find out. Mr. Morales is soon going to contact you because of her, and you are going to agree to everything he says. You are also going to convince the rest of your buddies to be in agreement; otherwise..." the man produced a small piece of paper and placed it in front of Senator Williams.

The paper showed half of a transaction of the money he had stolen and sent to one of his hidden offshore accounts. His face completely paled as he looked at the paper. When he lifted his head to look at the man, there was no one. Turning to look at the driver, he found that the driver was nowhere to be seen. Exiting the limousine, he discovered he was in the middle of nowhere, at an abandoned industrial area. Surveying the place for a glimpse of his captors, he saw no one. Without a second thought, he jumped into the driver's seat of the limousine and saw that the driver had left the keys in the car. He then drove away in haste, as if a ghost were chasing him.

....

"So what if I took a little loot from your boss. It's not like I don't deserve it. Your boss has been selfish from the start. I always did those bank dealings with him, but he never let me in with the big dogs. Humph! It pisses me off that even when I am a senator of one of the world's most powerful countries, he still uses me like a puppet," Senator Williams' voice echoed with frustration before the recording abruptly stopped.

Back at the abandoned industrial area, two men sat in a black tinted car hidden just a short distance away from where the limousine had been parked. They watched the senator survey the area before driving away in haste as if chased by a ghost. Satisfied smirks formed on their faces as they replayed the recording of his confession.

"You know, Captain, at first I thought your plan was ridiculous and reckless. Kidnapping a senator to make him confess to his crimes? Wow! I almost pictured our bodies riddled with bullet holes after being shot down by his security. But I didn't expect the senator would make our plans easy by being a drunkard jerk and a freelancer."

"Yeah, it really was a ridiculous idea. But it worked! And now we've got a confession. Ms. Milton can guarantee a clear way into the club. That jerk Williams is so afraid of getting on Montenegra's bad side, yet he steals from him... tsk... what a messed up guy." The captain removed his shades, revealing striking blue eyes.

He then sighed and said, "But good job, Davis. You did a good job," he acknowledged, looking at his subordinate, who was grinning from ear to ear at the praise.

Isaac sighed and said, "I said good job, not that I want to be your boyfriend! Stop smiling at me like that. It gives me the creeps."

But Davis smiled sheepishly and said, "Well... we are on a date now... aren't we?" Then he moved closer to Isaac, wiggling his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner.

Isaac looked at him in disbelief and said, "Get your fucking face away from me right now! Or I swear you'll wish you were gunned down by that jerk's security instead of being in this car!"

Davis chuckled and moved away. "Okay! Okay!... besides, I don't want to lose my beautiful teeth. How else will I woo Ms. Milton? I mean, damn, that woman is hot and gorgeous. And she's also very courageous. It takes strong guts for a woman to do what she's doing right now. I have to admit, she's my type of woman..."

As Davis spoke, the air in the car began to feel suffocating. He turned his head and saw Isaac's eyes boring into him as if drilling holes in his forehead. He gulped in fear and whispered, "Oh boy..."

....

In an illegal underground club, a man wearing a hood entered the club and went and took a seat at one of the tables. He kept looking around to see if someone was watching him.

After a while another man came and asked the man to follow him. The two men went to a different part of the club. Where it was quiet and also eerie looking. After a couple of twists and turns the two men arrived at a door and opened it. They were welcomed with a piercing cry of someone who sounded like he was in immense pain.

True to the fact, a man was tied up in an electric chair and he was being zapped by the high voltage. Sitting in the dark whilst smoking a cigar was Mr X. Watching as the man reethed in pain from the high voltage. After a while he signaled the man who was controlling the electric chair to stop. Then he said in a chilling deep voice, "This is only a warning. Next time you won't be so lucky." Then he drew from his cigar, puffed out the smoke and said, "Get this piece of garbage out of my face."

Then the man was untied and dragged out of the room. Then Mr X turned to the new comers and asked, "What do you want?"

The man wearing the hood then shakily moved forward and placed his phone on the table. Mr X picked it up and saw some intimate pictures with the words 'I WAS WATCHING YOU' written in bold letters.

"Someone has been watching me...I don't know..." the man in the hood did not get to finish his words as he was landed a huge slap on the face by Mr X. The slap was so hard that it landed him on the floor.

Jonathan groaned in pain and tears started trickling down his face as he whimpered with fear.

"I told you to be careful!! And look at what you have done you crazy son of a bitch!!" Roared Mr X at Jonathan.

"I am sorry my 'lord'. I swear I don't know who could have...." whimpered Jonathan but he did not get to finish his words as he was grabbed by the hair by Mr X.

"You better be sorry! Otherwise...you are going to regret it dearly!" Yelled Mr X. Then he turned to the other man that came with Jonathan. "Find out who it is and teach them a lesson not to mess with the wrong people!" The man he instructed left the room.

"And as for you...." then he pushed Jonathan on the couch. Then he started moving towards him whilst unbuckling his belt. "You are not..leaving here until I am satisfied..."

Jonathan knew the drill. He has been through it for years, and he knew that there was no point in fighting otherwise he would lose a limp. So he lowered his face in submission and whispered in a low voice, "Yes my lord". With tears trickling down his face.