Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 132: Rules.

As James hung up, he realized what just Hector said might be possible. Using the Federal agencies on their side… just even the thought was ridiculous, but now it all became something that could happen.

Or it was just a trap.

"The government?!" Hector asked as James told him what the call was about. He immediately got up from his chair, pacing back and forth. "That's gotta be a fucking trap, like there is no way." He said as he started thinking about all the possibilities. "What if Sinatra was just like a cover and they were the ones that did it?" He asked, and it made sense.

Knowing how the government and all their shady stuff, it was possible that they actually hired some people from Dennus, even from the cartel, to do this to kill them. But then why would they kill the others too? Why just James and Silas, the two big players on the market?

"There are too many details." James stated. "Benjamin was too genuine about his plan, which means he would be killed too, but no, he's alive. The other thing is Linda herself." He looked at Hector. "She knows what would happen if she turns against me she wouldn't do something like that."

"That makes sense, but still, why would they say something like this?" Hecto asked. "Benjamin from the beginning was too much, he said so many things, promised so much protection from the NSBI and other things. It sounded like a fucking trap. And now the government wants to work with us?"

Yeah, this is too much, but their every move is calculated and only for one thing… to make them look good, to save themselves… James thought as he still looked at the stressed-out Hector.

"Their plan involves us, which also means they just want to use us." James began. "But they also know we are not someone who can be used easily by the government, which means they want to make a good deal."

"I get it, but the government itself?" Hector shook his head. "Benjamin was an okay plan, because gangsters can work with federal agencies, but not with the whole government." Hecto covered his face, then looked at James. "Let's say it's true and we make a good deal with them… it would just bring more complication, more chaos."

"Like what?" James asked back.

"Think about it, our connections will be scared to work with us, knowing that we're literally part of the government. Like all the bribery, all the money spent on them, would become meaningless at that stage." Hector explained to James.

"But it also means we should have more money. We wouldn't need to bribe anybody in the government because they would do this on their own. No blackmailing, no bribery, no threats we could channel that money into the more important parts."

"I get that." Hector said. "That makes sense, but it's still too much. Just think about the consequences it would cause to the family. Gangsters don't make deals with the government, James, it's a fucking written rule."

"And who wrote that rule?" He asked back, now starring into Hector eyes. "Who was that, the first gangster? The first drug lord? Who was that, Hector?"

Hector's eyes wavered a bit as he looked to the side.

"It's a new era, where somebody literally jams our fucking signals." James slapped the table. "When somebody talks about the written rules, I laugh at them because I am the one who writes the rules." James pointed at himself. "I'm on top of the game. I am the one that decides what the rules are." James's voice was slow, but the power behind it was big as Hector still didn't look at him.

But inside of him, he felt that burning sensation again. Even though he didn't agree with James, he just felt that they are not the same anymore.

"So we are the ones." He pointed at Hector. "Me and you who write the rules, who say what's wrong and what's right. We are the ones that control the market, that made billions, and still know what's right and wrong." He stood up. "Hector, we do what is best for us. If the government can work with us and we with them, then we take it. Even if they want to trick us, want to backstab us, we will show them what happens if they fuck with us." He tapped his shoulder. "Because we are the Bellini Family."

Hecto looked up at him, and his eyes just confirmed his feeling inside of him. Yeah, they were not the shadow of the mafia world.

They are now the face of it.

"I stand with you, whatever it would be…" he said as he stood up, but he still had worries inside of him.

Of course he had, they killed many agents, they fucked over so many politicians and workers of the government, they tortured the mayor, they killed the chief of police.

Realistically, they are number one on all of the agency hit maps.

"Good, then let's wait for that car—" As James said, one of the guards opened the door.

"Are we waiting for a politician?" He asked, with a confused face.

Hecto and James looked at each other and just shook their heads as they stepped outside, and there it was three SUVs with government plates slapped on them.

Outside, the guards were already in position to fire at them, but the secret service guys who got out weren't that hostile.

"Mr. Bellini, I'm your taxi chauffeur." One of them said, "I don't have a gun, guys." He opened his suit, turned around.

The guards lowered their weapons as all of the secret service guys did the same and turned around showing they had no weapon on them.

"Is that armored?" Hector asked, looking at the SUVs.

"It is armored can survive grenades, high-caliber rounds, has a oxygen and extinguisher systems—"

"Okay, then we're good, you can leave." Hector interrupted him.

"Leave?" He asked back.

"Yeah, like go the fuck out of here, I can drive."

The man looked to the others, then to Hector, with a smile. "The reason we're here is because we're the ones you can go in with. So we're going nowhere, no, you're coming with us." He smiled with that fucking baby face, which just stressed Hector more, and he already wanted to get his pistol out.

"Then shut the fuck up and get in the cars." James said as he walked toward the SUV. "Or do you want to be friends with me and have a small talk and a coffee?" He stopped at the man.

He said nothing back, didn't even look at James, just shook his head.

"Then drive." James said and opened the door, sitting in.

Hector sat beside him and they were ready to go but of course, they didn't just go with the secret service no, the whole-ass convoy of 12 cars followed them as they went toward the Ministry of Justice building, and the mood in the car was… awkward.

Nobody spoke except the secret service guys, who was like a fucking teenager asking stupid questions like it was a trip, like they didn't even care about who James was.

They asked him his net worth, how many people did he kill, how many people are under him, what his favorite torture technique is, and bullshit questions which he did not answer.

It was like the cringiest technique to get out information, but they at least tried, or maybe it was their own curiousness, but when they arrived finally, they did shut the fuck up.

The Ministry of Justice building looked like a palace with high walls that nobody can see through, and with cameras everywhere, with guards. They protected that palace like it was the golden vault of the country, and the reason for it was the Sinatra Cartel. Before the attack, one overweight guard was seated outside with a baton, but now heavily armed ones were patrolling with dogs.

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That's why the driver didn't go in the main gate but went toward the back, that was the gate for the workers. The gate opened automatically, reading the number plates and showing the IDs toward a scanner.

"I kinda like it, a king's welcome." Hector said, because even though they were at the back of the building, there were fountains and trees everywhere, but the view changed as the car drove down into an underground garage.

"So there is nobody nearby. We get out and just follow me. We're going to the service elevator going up to the 3rd floor, and to the office. If someone comes in our way, try to look away please." The driver said and opened the door.

Hector and James looked together and they thought the same thing.

If someone sees them, they would in a second recognize James. First from the cane with the B, then the ring on his finger. Then there is his ear that's missing a piece, and the limping.

On the other hand, Hector was taller than all of them and he was known more on social media than James himself.

And well, the dozen of guards that stayed behind at the garage was also kinda telling, but more than that was the four guards that followed them, fully equipped with tactical bulletproof vests and AR-15s in their hands.

It was clear that even if somebody didn't know them, something big was happening.