Chapter 353 - Three Hundred And Fifty-three: Stay Off My Son (1/2)

The third point of view:

”How is it?” Fernandez asked the hacker he had employed to track down Cecil's location while he purposely delayed her on call.

”Nothing,” The hacker shrugged with a resigned sigh, ”They have an impenetrable firewall, I can't access her location at all,”

”What does that mean?” he was confused.

”It means that wherever this woman is, she's adequately protected. I'm sorry sir, but you might be dealing with a powerful figure here and I advise you to stop before it's too late,” was his sincere suggestion.

”Powerful figure?” Fernandez chuckled, who could be powerful enough to accept that whore?

Who knows, she might be servicing an old man - Being a sugar baby doesn't seem that bad. However, whatever she did wasn't his business because he needed her. At the moment, she was the cure to this maddening curse; Fernandez had a strong feeling she was the one who would give him a male child - it was already guaranteed with the birth of Pedro. It was double assurance once he had Pedro and another son, hence, he needed her desperately.

”Why do you say so?” He asked the hacker.

”I've encountered this kind of firewall and I can say it belongs to one of the powerful gangs around,”

”What gang?” he asked out of curiosity.

Fernandez wasn't clueless about the existence of the mafia groups since he hires some of them to execute his dirty works. As the leader of the Fernandez family, he had to do a lot of things to keep the family business going - even if that means threatening or eliminating his competitors.

Which is why he needed Pedro. He can't gather all this wealth and it goes to his illegitimate daughters who would marry off one day and the son-in-law takes over or his unrelated son taking over everything - that would be his worst nightmare. Moreover, with how naive Cecil had been in her youthful age, he could already imagine how she trained up his son to be - a sissy probably.

Fernandez pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, he would have to restructure the boy; his mentality, and character. This was too much work, but he had enough time.

”The Falcon Gang,” was his reply.

”The Falcon Gang?” his eyes widened from surprise.

He had heard about the gang but had no relation with them since they were picky with the missions they accepted. Even the government feared them since they had knowledge and evidence of their skeletons in the wardrobe.

The mob would have been tagged a terrorist group with the kind of power they possessed if not for the fact they liked to remain low and carried out their missions in secret. Also, the president wasn't stupid to piss them off since they didn't want trouble - they just wanted to carry out their business peacefully.

No wonder Cecil had been very confident in speaking, Fernandez thought, nodding his head. She must feel so proud knowing she was protected.

A dark smile curved his mouth. He bet she was together with one of the lower members of the gang, he had plans of meeting the superiors of the Falcon Gang. He would offer them a lot of money in exchange for the woman. There was no way a shrewd businessman wouldn't take that.

Fernandez knew the rules of the game, money rules the world. He'd see how much Cecil would laugh when the same people she trusted hands her over to him on a platter of gold. He felt a twitch below and looked down to notice how hard he was. Fuck! He couldn't wait to push her down and bury his seeds inside of her - the seed that would bore him his second male child. The thought thrilled Fernandez, he couldn't wait to get started.

”I'll suggest you find another way to draw her out,” the hacker told him.

”Don't worry, I know of a way already, '' he smiled.

”You do?”

Fernandez was just about to relate his plans to him when a knock sounded on his door and one of his men came in reluctantly.

”What is it?” he asked, not pleased with his interference.

The man spoke with caution, ”I don't know if this would be of importance but I wanted to inform you anyway,”

Fernandez readjusted in his seat to receive the news, ”What is it?”

”This is your son's cell phone. It seems to have fallen off of him during the attack,” he handed the phone over to Fernandez who received it, examining it.

”So?”

”There has been a number constantly calling him ever since,” the man reported.

”Really?” he checked the phone once more, ”It's locked,” he then turned to the hacker, ”I believe you can do something about it,”