The Mysterious Boss!

"Yo...you!"

The old man could not bring himself to speak any more, the only thing clicked in his brain was that perhaps Renna was running away from the mafia king.

Indeed, it was impossible to escape from his clutches and if the lady had stirred a trouble with the underworld Lord, then it was better to stay back.

The old man calculated the things knowing that the great Ronan Ross had never done injustice, he was not responsible for anything related to Renna. Thus, the old man was sure that he and his family would not suffer at his hands.

But he was having the opportunity to shout while he remained quiet, a weak man you must have concluded?

I would say he took the wise decision, acknowledging that he 'might' slip away from the approaching ruckus. It was just a single night and with the next sunrise she would be gone, nothing would happen till then, right?

Or perhaps Renna had indirectly used the venom of fear spread by Ronan Ross, for her own benefit. The lady was well aware of his terror among people but she had also seen the same man doing justice and taking wise decisions.

Thus, she knew no matter what Ronan would not stain his reputation of a 'just man', all because of a mere mess.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Brooklyn, in front of a villa...a yellow cab halted with a loud screeching noise.

A man descended from the car and rushed towards the villa ingress, where a few guards were standing with their piercing stares.

He knew perhaps that the guards would not land a blow on him, that's why he ran through the long muddy pathway which led him towards the entrance to the villa.

Surrounded by a man made forest, the villa seemed to be the residence of some big shot. I mean why would an ordinary person keep guards and build his house on a defined pattern, that he could see the whole city from his study room.

Ain't a soaring building? But who could be the owner and why did he need a lighthouse heighted tall building, perhaps to keep an eye?

But on whom?

"Hurry up! Open the door, I have to meet the boss!"

The man ran towards the door, his every step became lousy yet fast paced. He was heavily breathing, gasping for breath, maybe he had something big new for his boss for which he could not wait to disclose.

Thus, he shouted at the guards who were positioned at the immaculate huge brown ingress. The distance between the two men and the decorated iron gate of the villa, was around one metre.

Any person on the other side of the iron gate could peak at those two men from the iron bars, but to aim for their heads was not easy through the small distance between the bars.

The two men nodded at Morgan as soon as he approached them, and opened the door to let the panting man in without any delay.

"Boss? Huh, where is the boss? I have to give a great news!"

Morgan's excited voice echoed in the serene quiet down hall as he stepped inside. But to his dismay he found a gang of henchmen chattering near the spiral staircase, right opposite to the main door.

"Boss is having afternoon tea in the lounge."

One of the men responded to Morgan's statement just for the sake of informing him. Of course, every single person knew that the boss had a special spot for Morgan and had always been preferred.

Though the den of the boss was a normal villa rather some mafia base, occupied with weaponry. But still the 'household' was not insulated from jealousy, as Morgan tend to roam carelessly just because he was a spy!

Morgan sprinted into the room where a young man in his thirties, cladded into a black jeans and shirt, was sitting on a single seated sofa. Besides him on the tea trolley rested a Portmeirion Pomona tea set, hot misty steam was blowing from the spout of the tea pot.

"Boss! Ronan Ross's wife is alive! I have seen Amaris, here…"

Morgan blurted out immediately as soon as his hyperactive eyes landed on the man, who averted his dazzling silvery eyes towards him.