Salvit Family Pov
Theo Selvit, the current patriarch of the Selvit family, stood tall, his light brown hair neatly combed, his sharp eyes framed by square glasses. Before him, a massive LCD screen flickered with footage sent by his underlings footage that showed his son being mercilessly beaten with a hammer. His voice, cold and commanding, cut through the tense silence.
“Where is Tony? Have you brought him back yet? And what about the Kane boy? Have the men killed him? Why is it taking so long?” Theo demanded, his piercing gaze fixed on the screen.
“I’ve deployed the full team of 350 men as per our plans, sir,” his secretary replied, head bowed respectfully. “Extracting Sir Tony will not be an issue. As for the adjustments to our plan regarding Mr. Lucian, it won’t pose a significant problem.”
“Good,” Theo growled, his knuckles whitening as he tightened his grip on the mobile phone in his hand. “I wouldn’t have gone this far, but that boy brought it on himself. How dare he lay a hand on my son?” The phone cracked in his grip before shattering completely, a testament to his barely contained fury.
Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire
“Sir, about the complications in the plan” one of the guards began tentatively.
“Complications?” Theo snapped, cutting him off. “My son is a fool! All he knows is how to play with his toys. I should’ve known better than to trust him with something this important. He was destined to mess it up.”
“Sir, we can still salvage this. It’s not too late,” the secretary interjected, his tone cautious yet hopeful.
But Theo’s temper erupted again. With a loud crash, he hurled the remains of his phone onto the floor. “No! We’re ruined! That idiot couldn’t even accomplish the simplest task handling one woman! He’s not a man. I swear, he’s not worthy of the Selvit name.” His chest heaved as he struggled to rein in his anger. “And now the entire Kane family will be out for blood.”
The secretary, Larry, hesitated before speaking again. “Sir, the Kane family may be powerful, but they’re no match for us. We command over 10,000 armed men a force that could rival a small army. Surely”
“You don’t understand, Larry,”Theo interrupted sharply, his voice heavy with exasperation. “If it were that simple to defeat one of the Four Great Families, they would’ve been destroyed long ago. These families have centuries of influence and power. Their reach goes far beyond ours. That’s why I devised the plan to establish ties with the Kanes through… unconventional means.”
He stopped pacing, his expression dark and brooding. “But now, all of that has unraveled.”
Larry, ever composed, asked, “What are your orders, sir? What’s our next move?”
“There’s only one option left Plan B,” Theo declared. “If we stay here, we’re finished. Outside, we’d be sitting ducks. Prepare the jet. We’re retreating to the Selvit family island. We’ll remain there until this storm blows over. Our power may take a devastating hit perhaps even irreparably but we’ll survive.”
“The island?”Larry echoed, his voice faltering slightly. Even he seemed uneasy at the prospect.
“Yes, the island,” Theo confirmed, his tone resolute. “It’s our sanctuary a private stronghold fortified with everything we need. Bodyguards, artillery, guns, tanks… we’ve built a secret military force to defend it. That island isn’t just land it’s a fortress. It’s our country.”
Larry nodded, swallowing his apprehension. “Understood, sir. The Kane family may be formidable, but”
“They’re more than formidable,” Theo corrected, his eyes narrowing.”They have the resources and connections to wipe us out if they wanted to. But they won’t. A full-scale massacre wouldn’t be allowed. The collateral damage would be too great, even for them. Military intervention or government involvement it doesn’t matter.This kind of war wouldn’t benefit anyone.”
Theo straightened, his commanding presence filling the room. “We’re going to the island. We’ll wait this out.”
As he turned to leave, he added, “And bring my son. Useless as he is, he’s still my son.” His voice softened, if only slightly, betraying a flicker of paternal emotion amidst the storm of hatred and rage. “But this isn’t over. The Kanes won’t get away with this. I’ll take their son… and their daughter.”
A sinister grin spread across Theo’s face as he muttered, “That bitch Olivia will go mad. Like a dog.” His laughter, low and unhinged, echoed through the room as he walked toward the door, his steps confident and unrelenting.
Larry followed in silence, his expression betraying the unease he dared not voice.
Larry was growing more afraid now. He had never seen his boss react like this before, and it only confirmed his suspicion they were truly screwed.
“Sir, how about we ask for help from the other three families? Maybe they could support us,” Larry suggested, following behind Theo.
“Do you really think those families would help us? Even if they wanted to, they can’t,” Theo replied, his tone sharp. “They’re bound by the treaty. Any fights between the Four Upper Families and the Royal Family are strictly prohibited. Anyone breaking those rules will face severe consequences. The other three families would be more than happy to obliterate the one who broke the treaty.”
As they continued walking, Theo’s words hung heavy in the air.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Larry’s phone buzzed, cutting through the tension. Both men stopped in their tracks. Theo turned his head toward Larry, his expression expectant.
“This is from Bobby, right? Ask him if the job is done. Are the Kane family kids dead? And when will they arrive here with Tony?” Theo instructed, his voice icy.
“Yes, sir. Let me ask.”Larry didn’t hesitate, quickly pulling the phone from his pocket and answering the call.
“Put it on speaker,”Theo ordered.
Larry complied, holding the phone out as he accepted the call.”Hello? Is everything done, Bobby?”
On the other end, a trembling voice stammered.”D…d…ea… dead…”
Both Larry and Theo frowned deeply.
“Speak clearly, you idiot! I don’t have time for this. Where are you? Are you on your way?” Theo barked, his impatience evident.
“Everyone’s dead… Everyone… just everyone…” Bobby’s broken voice trailed off, trembling with fear and despair.
—
sorry guys i am pretty late… right
well amma hella depression idk….i feel like just…fkkk it and…idk