A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Seeing the look of shock on Mr. Ford and Rome's faces, Catherine burst into laughter, unable to stop

herself even though she was trying to do so.

Finally, when she calmed down, she looked at Mr. Ford, smiled, and said, "I am just kidding."

Both men finally stopped holding in their breath and nervously giggled.

But then she suddenly lost her smile and hardened her face as she asked, "It's just a meeting and

nothing dangerous, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Ford calmly uttered, lowering his gaze as Catherine intensely stared at him with a hint of

suspicion in her gaze.

A couple of minutes later, as he and Rome sat in the backseat of his vehicle, Mr. Ford looked at him

and said, "You know going after this so-called Big Daddy is dangerous."

"I know. But if I don't go after him, he's going to come for me. So I got to pick option one." Rome uttered

with his sight glue to the windshield.

"You got a plan?"

"I think."

Staring at his son with a look of disbelief in his eyes, Mr. Ford kept silent for a moment and then

mumbled, "So no plan? Okay! We are off to an exciting start already."

The sky had darkened a bit when Rome walked into a warehouse with K and four men behind him.

'It's abandoned?' Rome thought, stopping in his tracks with a frown on his face.

"Boss, the place is empty," Al said with his gaze fixed on Rome.

"I can see that."

With a look of confusion on his face, K looked at Rome and mumbled, "But the information that I

received was solid. Big Daddy should be here tonight."

Suddenly the sound of the bottoms of boots hitting against the floor drew Rome's attention away from

K, and he gazed ahead of him, hardening his face as he glared at Joe.

A sly smirk crept on Joe's lips when his eyes locked with Rome's icy gaze.

Then when they were only a few feet away from Rome and the others, Joe stopped and so did his

men.

"You are not the kind of trash our boss likes to clean himself, so he sent us to finish the job that that

stupid coward couldn't handle!" Joe boldly uttered, tightening his grip around the knife in his hand.

"So what I'm hearing from you is that your boss is a doormat who's afraid to face me." Rome calmly

said without taking his icy gaze of Joe. "And you guys voluntarily decided to take his whipping for him.

What a bunch of idiots!"

For a moment, the men glared at Rome. Then one of them took a step forward and mockingly asked,

“Ain't you the clown for coming in here with only five men? Are you counting death?”

"Death? Having you heard, the Grim Reaper refused me just so I can have the chance to kick your

boss's ass." Rome casually said, smirking with a mocking look in his eyes.

Laughing faintly, the guy stared back at his pals and teasingly said, “It looks like someone is missing a

screw in his brain. What are you going to do with just five men against the thirty of us!”

"Get rid of the stupidity that is blinding your thinking and count again!!" Rome calmly uttered when he

heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him.

"Mr... Mr... Mr…" Joe stuttered, taking a step back.

Suddenly, one of his men mumbled, "It's not thirty against six anymore. My guess is Mr. Ford and his

men just stepped up Rome's number to about twice or more than us!"

"I can fucking see that!"

"Okay, but we are surrendering, right? Because we have already lost."

"Of course not!"

Seeing the look of hesitation on his man's face, Joe's eyes darkened and he firmly said, "If any of you

maggots are afraid to stay and fight, then leave. But you should know the price you are going to pay if

you do!"

After his remark, twenty of his men dropped their weapons and started hurrying out of the warehouse.

"I rather take my chances with the boss than Mr. Ford," One of the guys shouted, running after the

others which reduced the number to nine.

"Should we be allowing them to leave?" Al asked, tightening his fist as he watched them hurry past

him.

"My fight is with Big Daddy. Only those who stand in my way to get to him will get hurt!" Rome loudly Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

uttered, looking at the remaining eight men and Joe.

Annoyed by Rome's word, Mr. Ford clenched his jaw and thought, 'There goes our excitement for

tonight!'

Within a matter of seconds, all eight men dropped their weapons, and as Joe watched them leave, he

shouted, "Where the hell do you think you guys are going!?"

"Somewhere that is far away from death!" One of the guys said, staring in fear at the guns in Mr. Ford's

men's hands while he hurried past them.

Realizing that he was the only one facing Rome, Joe hesitated for a moment before dropping his knife.

Then he was about to walk past Rome when Rome grabbed his arm, and coldly uttered, "Where do

you think you are going?!"

Filled with hate, and yet, keeping a calm expression on his face, Joe looked into Rome's eyes and said,

"I thought you sai…"

"You thought wrong."

"What do you want from me!"

"Your boss's location!"

A chuckle escaped Joe's lips. Then he started laughing widely at Rome, making mocking expressions

with his face.

Looking calmly at Joe, Rome didn't think for a second and viciously blow him in the nose.

It instantly became quiet as blood dripped from Joe's nostril, down his lip while he gazed

dumbfoundedly at Rome

The silence grew louder by the second as Joe wiped his nose and stared at the blood on the back of

his hand.

"Where is your boss?!" Rome casually asked, ignoring the anger in Joe's eyes.

"Go screw yourself!" Joe firmly said with a mocking smirk on his lip.

For a moment, Rome said nothing as he gazed intensely at Joe. Then he scowled at him and calmly

said, "If I don't make you talk now, my dad will be the one to force the answer out of you later, so what

is it going to be pal?"

"Do you think working for Big Daddy is a child's play for such a stupid threat to make me tremble in my

boots!" Joe firmly said, and yet, the fear in his eyes gave him away.

As Rome moved his lips to speak, the sudden sound of a ringtone echoed from Joe's pocket, and the

look of fear deepened in his gaze.

"Hand the phone over," Rome said, noticing the trace of nervousness on his face.

"No!" Joe uttered, slowly drawing his hands to the back of his pants.

Knowing that asking for the second time would be a waste of words, Rome broke the space between

Joe and him and tried to shove his hand into Joe's pocket.

But in that instant, Joe pulled out a pocket knife, slicing Rome in the arm before hastily locking him in a

choke-hold with the knife to his neck.

"If anyone takes a step closer to me, I will finish the job that my boss paid me to do," Joe shouted,

pinpointing the tip of the knife against Rome's esophagus.

Then he looked directly into Mr. Ford's calm gaze and boldly uttered, "You all are going to allow me to

walk out of here with him! Any wrong move and I will cut him open!"

Ignoring Joe's words, Mr. Ford looked at Taylor and said, "Light him up!"

In a matter of seconds, a bunch of red laser lights was stuck on Joe's head, and fear clouded his face

when Mr. Ford made eye contact with him.

"If I see a drop of blood on my son's throat, I will put a hole in your skull!" Mr. Ford coldly uttered. "Think

carefully, boy, because what you decide next will make you leave here alive or in a body bag!"

Looking deeply into his father's eyes, this was the first time Rome had seen him go this cold, and

without a doubt, he knew that Mr. Ford wasn't kidding about pulling the trigger.