Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 123: PaniChapter

Linda froze down as she heard James’s voice through the phone and was stunned that he called her on his personal number, the one that the government gave her, because its sole purpose was to be a safe number.

"Y-yes?" She asked as she looked at Benjamin, who was also at the office with her.

Benjamin immediately knew something was up as he saw Linda’s expression and signaled to her to put it onto loudspeaker, and she did, putting down the phone onto the desk.

"Forget the killing of Carter, I have a bigger problem." James said, but there was no urgency in his voice, just calm. "The Sinatra Cartel attacked my home today, they waged war against me."

Benjamin immediately got up from his seat, throwing the documents on the floor as he grabbed a note from the desk and started writing down what James had just said.

"My mother and Charlotte are going to fly to Maraci. I am sure that the government has diplomatic connections with them, and what I want from you is to place them into the embassy for some days until I can find a house for them, and also make clearance for their names."

"W-we have an embassy, but it’s not simple to put—"

"Just do it." James’s voice came through the phone, this time now with seriousness.

While James waited for her answer, another bodyguard sprinted up the stairs, going into the room and telling Hector the bad news.

"The police are shooting at our guys!" He shouted. "They called in the radio, they need backup."

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Hector immediately turned to James, who heard all of it.

"Also, there’s a big misunderstanding going on downtown… the police are shooting at my guys who are just guarding my money… Can you call them back?"

Benjamin immediately widened his eyes and sprinted out the door, while Linda just covered her face in frustration and thought, What the fuck is going on? but she couldn’t say no.

"I’ll do it, just give me a few minutes." She said. "And I will place them into the embassy or at least somewhere safe if it’s not possible."

"Somewhere safe?" James asked.

"We have safe houses for agents and government officials." She said as she pulled out her drawer, looking for the right document and throwing everything else to the side. She found it, and it was just a map of Maraci with the safe house pinned on it. "I can do it, we have dozens of them, and it’s safe, I guarantee it."

"Okay, then, bye." James hung up the phone.

Then the door busted open. Benjamin stepped in once again, out of breath. "It’s real." He sighed, leaning on his knees. "The Sinatra Cartel also shot up Silas Ricci and some other gangs.

"Please, no…" Linda sighed as she slowly sat up from her chair.

"There’s going to be a war." Benjamin said as he pulled out his phone once again. "Do what he told you, I’m going to make a cover-up for the police shootout." He said and ran out of the office once again.

That can’t be happening, I’m dreaming, she thought and pinched herself, but the pain was real, just like the situation that was ongoing outside. But at least he didn’t need to kill Carter.

She sighed as she pulled up her other phone and called the new Police Chief in the city directly.

"Miss—"

"Call back the fucking police for downtown, they’re shooting at the bank security guards!" She shouted into the phone.

"What?" He asked back. "They shot our officer and took a hostage—"

"Tony, call back them because if not…. just call them back, it’s my order." She said as she pinched her forehead.

"Linda, they killed my—"

"It’s fucking James Bellini, man’s and money, you fucking dumbass. They shot at her men, do you understand now?!" She shouted, slamming the table. "I personally recommend you because you can listen like a fucking dog, and that’s it, so listen like a dog and do what I told you!" She slammed the phone on the table, then turned toward her cabinet.

She threw everything out of it to the ground as stress and frustration just shot up in her, then found the one paper he needed. It was a paper with the Maraci embassy’s direct number to the ambassador and when she looked at the name she realized that the ambassador was her old college friend.

So she didn’t call the official number but opened a messaging app on her phone and called her up even though they hadn’t talked in years.

"Linda?" She picked up the phone.

"Christina, how are you, darling?" She asked with a soft voice, like her pulse wasn’t through the roof.

"I’m good, thank you, how nice to hear your voice." She said back.

"Yeah, it was a long time ago. Hey, are you still the ambassador in Maraci?"

"Yes, I am." She laughed. "It’s really hot here right now and—"

"Look, Christina. I know I can’t directly order you, but I have a cover operation going on." She lied, of course, but she needed to say something real to her to believe it. "It’s the president’s order and he wants it to be under the rug if you know what I mean."

Christina didn’t say anything, but what Linda heard was like if Christina was running somewhere, then a loud click like.

"I’m in my office now, you can say it, nobody’s here." She said, her voice now full of seriousness, she believed it, actually believed it.

"Is there anybody else at the embassy right now or just you?" Linda asked.

"Just me and the workers, no one else."

"Okay, listen to me now, it’s important to get everything dealt with." Linda said.

Christina heard it, got out her notepad, and was ready to write it down.

"There is a highly influential…." She looked up at the ceiling like the answer was there. "....A secret operative’s family needs a safe spot because they were exposed."

"Oh my god…" Christina said, already worried. "How can I help? I’ll do what you ask me."

"The operative mother and daughter are going to fly to Maraci. I need you to get them out of the airport as fast as possible to the embassy, no track, no names, don’t even say to your workers who they are, not even to the embassy officials, just get them to the embassy." Linda said.

"I’ll do it, when will they arrive?" She asked.

"I’ll get back to you about that, but Christina, it’s really important if it is not done correctly people could die…" Well, Linda’s life was on the line that’s for sure. "Don’t let anybody talk with them, until I transfer them to a safe house, do you understand?"

"Yes, I am, Linda."

"Okay, okay… then that’s it. I will call you back in a safe line, get ready." She hung up the phone and sat back in her chair, sighed heavily.

She just lied in the name of the president to an ambassador in a country where she will literally hide the most dangerous mafia boss family.

Christina, on the other hand, was moving like an agent. Well, back then she fucked up the test and she actually wanted to be an operative, but they demanded her "too manipulable," and then she got back to study even more and eventually became and ambassador.

And her life became the most boring one.

Maraci is always sunny, and nothing happened except for the few public executions of criminals, but other than that, some dinners and events with government officials.

But now the call for Linda, she felt like a real operative, even though it was all just a lie. She really believed it because the Justice Minister’s role is also known as the shadow throne in some circles.

So after Linda said what to do, she wrote it down, then looked at it for a few minutes, memorizing the important details and then burned the paper. But it wasn’t just that. No, she didn’t stop there. She went into the security office and asked them politely to turn off the cameras because, well, her reasoning….

She said, "Because there’s nothing happening here and just turn off the cameras because they consume a lot of electricity."

Well, it worked for a simple reason…the cameras didn’t even work… yeah, so now they could say that they turned off the cameras and it would turn on.

Then he just ran up and down in the embassy, looking for the best bedroom they had, but the staff quickly realized something was up with her. She never was this energetic.

"Miss, is there a problem?"

"Oh Maria, no no, there isn’t a problem…" She said, smiling at her. "But I need a bedroom to be ready because aaaa… some guest will reside here, you know, government things."

"Then I do it, the Red Room—"

"No, I need one room with two beds, okay?" She said quickly.

"Then the Green Room, Miss." Maria said and went up the staircase to do the room.

Don’t fuck this up, Christina. Don’t fuck this up. Maybe you can be an operative after all. She thought and ran back to her office.

Meanwhile, back at Linda’s office, she was just sitting there and waiting for her career to finally break.

If a war rages on between two criminal families, that would be a disaster… but if she could somehow help James deal with it… maybe with Benjamin’s help…

"Miss." A voice came from the door.

"Yes, Luca." It was Linda’s assistant.

"I got a call from the President’s office that you need to attend a..." She looked down at the note. "Emergency Security meeting, right now."

"Fucking hell…"

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Hey guys, I just realized I might’ve messed up by naming the cartel ’Sinatra,’ so if the name changes later, it’s for a reason. Thank you all!