Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 130: Message.

"I'm ready to die with you and will die with you," Hector said as he grabbed James's arm. "So let's go do it together." He smiled, even as emotions swirled inside him, because what James said was, in part, true.

Hector wanted to be with his family, he wanted to be with his sister and mother, but he chose a path, a path he can't just leave behind, a path that saved his life, and saved his sister's life.

He cannot abandon something that's already deeply rooted in his heart.

James, on the other hand, just shook his head as they went down the stairs, but as they arrived at the car they realized something... Ferucci was nowhere to be found.

They actually forgot about him, as the most important thing was to find out who the woman was, but now he was nowhere to be found, even though he went in with them.

"Isn't it strange?" James asked as he looked around, but only the guards were there.

"He…" Hector hesitated to say it. "Well, he… how should I say it… already started his thing."

"What?" James asked, confused.

"When he heard Isabella's name, he went out of the office, so my best guess is that he already started to kill everybody that's in his way to get her." He smiled. "But don't worry, he is not going to die easily and he's not that dumb to just go into the exact same address where Isabella still lives, where Ferucci sometimes went for information like, there's no chance." He smiled.

Well, Ferucci was exactly going there. It was clear.

"Fuck… well, I wanted to kill her anyway so I don't give a fuck what he does with her, at least I don't need to spend a lot of time going after her with plans and shit…" He said as one of the guards opened the door for him and he sat in with Hector's help, who after that sat in the passenger side, beside him. But as he did it, his phone buzzed but not the one that he usually uses, it was another, that old phone that usually grandmas use.

Hector's expression changed in an instant. He was surprised and got more frustrated as he read through the message. He then put the phone back into his pocket and just stared ahead of him.

"You don't want to share it with me?" James asked.

Hector looked at him. "Yeah, I want to… just thinking that we might be in bigger shit than I thought we were in."

"Which means?"

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"Silas Ricci died. The Sinatras assassinated him, as well as his underboss…" Hector said as he looked out of the window. "Which means… the only person who can take over is his son…"

"That fucker." James let out a sigh.

Even though he was kicked off from the family, it wasn't an official one. In the world of mafia, there is no such thing as kicking off a family member, especially your own son. No, the only way that everybody did was killing off the person they wanted to kick out. That's the official way. It sends a message that the boss of the family is serious, that there is nobody who questions his authority.

But Silas didn't do that, he just sent him away, which meant the next boss in the bloodline would be none other than Aubrey.

"If…" James started. "Aubrey will be the next boss, which means it would be today or tomorrow, send him a 'gift.' I can't let him take over, that's too much power in his hands, and he would just fuck up everything, the connections Silas had, the money, the bribes, everything." He looked at Hector. "If he dies, I'm pretty sure that whoever takes his place will eventually reach out to us."

Hector thought about it as he stared at his forehead. "Wouldn't it be better to just send a hitman, then a 'gift'?"

"No." James shook his head. "If Aubrey becomes the boss, the Don himself, it means that the people around—" James gestured with his hand. "—are scared to act against him for some reason. I know for a fact nobody gives a fuck about him, but still, there are worries in them. So let's say they accept him. Then we don't just need to kill Aubrey, but send a clear message, that we kill everybody that has even the intent to turn against us with the power of the Ricci family." He explained as he rotated the ring on his finger.

"What if it didn't work out? Then we need to fight against Ricci, then the Sinatras, Isabella and her fucking alliance with Marco and whoever knows who." Hector's hand started shaking from the frustration of their situation. "Then there's the others, and more importantly the fucking government, because I don't think they would just sit on their ass while the country's biggest crime lords fight each other."

There was silence between them as James thought about it, and the answer was clear.

"Then we are fucked." He said simply. "We only have Sophia if I think about it and that's it. Maybe Benjamin too, and Linda, but they're not going to send us their whole agency to kill them off."

"Oh, that would be a dream working together with a federal agency and shit." Hector smirked. "But the reality is that we have the smallest chance of surviving." He let out a breath. "I mean, we can fight back, but I need your permission to use those 'equipments.'"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Hector quickly said.

"No, you said equipment. I heard it." James said it back as he stared down at him, because he fucking remembered this word, a word that he used many times while he drank with Hector, when James still didn't understand how much power he had, when his drunk words caused more death and suffering to others with.

"Uhh… well, I have some 'equipment.'" Hector said again, but he didn't look into James's eyes.

"Stop using that word and explain what the fuck you talking about."

"The 3D printer... the industrial ones. We still have them, along with the products we made using them." Hector explained, now looking at James.

"What we made?" James asked, a little confused.

Hector cleared his throat. "You said you saw combat footage online. That was half a year ago, and you talked about the civilians fighting against the military dictatorship and them using…" Hector stopped again.

"Using what?"

"Well, 3D-printed guns and drones," he said. James froze. We bought the brains like the motherboards or whatever they're called for the drones and cameras, rotors and many things. Then we started printing the bodies and the propellers ourselves. We also printed maybe a few hundred pistols and SMGs after buying the parts needed to make them actually work and, well, they did work. They still do. But after a while, you didn't say anything, and I didn't want to bring it up as the rebellion was crushed, and with it, the whole thing felt pointless… but now, it matters again." Hector sighed, scratching his chin with a smirk.

But James's brain just fucking short-circuited as he actually remembered talking about it even remembered the clip in his head he saw about the combat and the war going on, them using printed guns. But drones? Nah, that was too much… or was it?

"What do those drones exactly do?"

"Drop explosives and we also printed suicide drones."

"That's too fucking much…" James leaned back.

He now remembered the whole thing when he spoke about it. He wanted to sell it to the rebels, as they posted on social media that they needed help and were willing to pay a lot of money… but he forgot about it. Even forgot about the printers and what they actually made.

"I think it's not too much. Just nobody uses them… at least not mafias. But look at the Sinatra cartel, they built homemade submarines to smuggle drugs."

"Submarines?" James asked back, if he heard it right.

"Yeah, submarines with one or two people in it. They can put hundreds of kilos of product into it. Of course, it doesn't go down like a real one, but still, under the water." Hector explained it to James.

There was silence again as they neared toward the family house.

James thought about the scenario and realized it wouldn't just be a mafia and drug lord war but a full-scale warlords' war.

"So… we should smuggle the drones inside Dennus, then set them up and strike as many facilities as we can. But not just facilities, their people, warehouses, all of it. This is what you recommend?" James asked Hector, but of course, he was just looking at James with his mouth agape.

"Brilliant idea, James… I will do the whole operation myself."

No… that would just bring a fucking war upon two countries if it got out of hand. And if we start bombing them, it would be catastrophic…

"Forget it, Hector. For now, our only main thing we do is send a message back to Sinatra. Make a team and execute all the dealers that have connections with them. I don't give a fuck if they only have their phone number or just shook hands with them, kill every single one of them in the city. Even if they work for us, kill them without hesitation."

Hector started feeling it, yeah, he felt the burning sensation inside of him. Finally something big is happening. Finally he can kill without thinking about safety plays.

"In the meantime, we make connections, we make plays. First, I need to talk with Sophia, then I will talk with Benjamin and Linda. And if needed, I go to Dante Castillo and Damien Montoya."

"To those motherfuckers?"

"Yeah, they are motherfuckers. But Damien can supply us with weapons, while Dante with people. If we can make an alliance with Sophia, Damien, and Dante, and let's say the Ricci family, plus with Linda and Benjamin, we are going to be powerful."

"We're here." The driver said as they drove into the driveway.

James looked at Hector as the car stopped and he opened the door. "They want war, we give them war."