Her Mafia Lord

CHAPTER Seventy Five

The loud sound of music was almost making Buddy go deaf as he head into the VIP section of the club.

Apparently, Rondon had set up a meeting with the godfathers who had put him in powers and so, they chose the club as their venue.

They all wore masks and it was not surprising to note that they were all Mafia bosses, judging from the amount of cocaine and cigerattes, along side money that were at the table.

When Buddy took his seat, one of the godfathers, stood up to his feet and the noises which had been going on around the VIP hall, went down to zero.

“Greetings everyone, it is a beautiful night and I must say that we are proud to grace this honorable day” His Russian accent was undeniably not hidden for anyone to not hear.

“Mr. President put a call across to the godfathers and Informed us that someone would be coming down here tonight and I am pleased to announce to you that, the person in question, is here already” He said pointing towards Buddy, who earned stares from all sides of the table.

“Can you introduce yourself to the house and let us know your identity?” The man asked.

Buddy cleared up his throat, and stood to his feet nervously. The state he was getting was making him uncomfortable but regardless, he knew he needed to do what was necessary.

“Good evening everyone, my name is Buddy and i am the presidential…..” He was rudely Interrupted by one of the men saying:

“Nobody gives a damn about your stupid ass position” His British accent becoming so obvious.

“I am sorry about that”

“Another thing, you don’t apologize at the table, you simply thank whoever had found fault in you and then move on” The same man attacked him once more.

Buddy was trying to control his emotions from bursting; Rondon had informed him that the men at the table would try to test his patience.

“You may have your seat Buddy” The man who had commenced the meeting ordered. “You must understand that this table is filled up with men who control the helms of affairs of every corner in the country. You must understand that we get easily pissed, seeing peasants like you coming to our table. The only reason why we allow you here, is the fact that we are trying to give the respect that is well deserved” Buddy knew they were referring to Rondon.

“Anyways, to the main question of the day, what do you want the godfathers to do for you?” The man stated once more. Buddy knew this was the chance he was waiting for; it was either he took it or it was all going to go down the drain.

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Jeffery Fallon, was a reporter at the Sky TV news media. He was going through the previous news article in his boss’s office, when he stumbled across an interesting article which seemed to be abandoned.

The headline was captivating enough and it states “THE Elites: A family of the underworld” After reading some of the content of the article, he was curious to know of such family exist in America.

He head to his office, and opened his laptop to google the historical background of the Elites and the content he was seeing was all shocking to him. Although, most of them had been tagged conspiracy theories, Jeffrey couldn’t help but get interested into the news.

While he was going through a particular article, analyzing the bloodline, he was surprised to see names that weren’t even mentioned before on media.

He was suddenly distracted by the ringing of his device, which indicated his boss was calling and he hurriedly picked up the phone.

“Greetings boss”

“Jeffery, I need you to pick up your things, you will be representing the Sky TV on the live coverage of the question and answer session with Miss Tina; the presidential aspirant” He felt like groaning in frustration but there was nothing he could possibly do, it was his line of job and he had to sacrifice his time and energy for it.

Closing up all the articles he had gathered, Jeffery made sure he locked up his desk as he knew how important these contents would be, considering the fact that it had been kept hidden within his boss box.

He moved to the media session to inform the media man about the instructions from the boss and went to get his note pad and other accessories ready for the event.

Thirty minutes later

When they arrived, the hall was crowded with media team from various television stations; he had heard about Miss Tina’s ambition but hadn’t taken time to actually look at the story. His partner Kenny was the one who had been chasing the story and he was it covering up for him, as he was on leave.

“Good day gentlemen and ofcourse ladies of the press, we will now commence the question and answer session with Miss Tina Elites” The moderator announced.

When Jeffrey heard the name ‘Elites’ he jolt up to take a glance at Miss Tina and her face was similar to one of the bloodline he had noticed on the photos. He decided to make a mental note of checking it out later.

“Greetings to you Miss Tina, my name is Ambrose Mogan, a representative of Hapoon Tv. My first question to you is this; in a world where women are considered weaker vessels, what gave you the inspiration to come out and contest for the elections?” Tina smiled at the question.

“You see, there is one simple answer to your question and that is the fact that I needed to change the narrative. Enough of having to believe women can’t stand up and contest for elections” Tina had learnt to give out short answers to the media. She knew how dangerous they were in terms of misguiding the public.

“Greetings to you Miss Tina, my name is Sarah Stallion, a representative of the Voice radio station. My question to you is, why aren’t married yet?” Tina was taken aback by the intrusion into her privacy by the question asked by the media lady.

“I presume that question is a matter of personal discretion” She replied simply and as the murmuring increased in the hall, the moderator tried to calm the situation down.

“You must have a good reputation being a member of the Elites family” The hall suddenly grew quiet once one man stood up to make the comment.

“Excuse me sir, you didn’t introduce yourself to the house” The moderator indicated.

“Am sorry for my manners, my name is Jeffery Fallon and I am a representative of Sky TV. I have been observing your countenance and your mode of talking and it may seem that Miss Tina here is hiding something from the public”

“Excuse me sir, that isn’t a question but a statement” She replied, getting agitated by the calm nature of the reporter.

“Am sorry Miss Tina; my question to you is Who are the Elites and what role have they played in our America today” The question seemed too shocking to Tina that she tried not to gawk at the reporter.

“You can simply choose to ignore madam” The moderator suggested.

“You want to know who the Elites are?” Tina asked backThis content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Yes”

“Well I will give you one sentence in regards to that question; the Elites are my family and regardless of what the conspiracy theorists say, I am here to debunk their statement and say boldly that they are all lies” Jeffery Fallon wasn’t satisfied with the response he had gotten but chose not to push the questions any further.

Meanwhile, Amore and Buddy had watched the question and answer session of Tina and Amore was particularly pleased by the interview from the reporter from Sky TV.

“You know, it’s quite interesting seeing that someone had been digging into the Elites” Buddy commented.

“You know, I was thinking of something just now; we could use that reporter as our Trump card in pulling Tina down” Amore suggested

“And how do you intend to do that?” Buddy asked.

“Just leave that to me”. If there is one thing Buddy had learnt to do was to trust his friend regardless of the situation. He had seen evidence of it the past and so, he had learnt to trust the process.

“How did your meeting with the godfathers go?” Amore asked

“Alot of shit happened at the meeting but the summary of everything is; they have decided to give me their support. However, it comes with a price” Amore turned to see his friend who had a worried face on.

“How big is this price?” Amore asked.

“Much bigger than you can possibly imagine”