Make Our Family Great Again – Chapter 135

Chucky Grant, a goblin with a decent height and green skin.

Of course, being a goblin, he was just a bit shorter than me.

“Grant, over here.”

“…”

Grant silently approached me, following Vanella’s words. He seemed to sense something dangerous and moved quite hurriedly.

Meanwhile, Dance, who was sitting in another spot, and the manager, who was holding the door, somehow had a gun in their hands.

Maybe they were preparing for the worst-case scenario if Grant had a change of heart.

Sizzle. Vanella, who was sitting next to me, hastily extinguished his cigarette. I took a quick sip of whiskey before getting to the point.

Ideally, Vanella should have been introducing me to Grant.

But that wasn’t necessary.

“…”

He stood there staring blankly at the table in front of us, holding his brown fedora with both hands.

“Don’t just stand there, sit down, Grant.”

At my instruction, Grant cautiously took a seat across from me and Vanella. His blue eyes reflected both our images, contrasting with his green skin.

Despite the bright lights from lamps all over the pub, shadows lay on Grant’s face.

Perhaps it was because, for a goblin, his facial structure was quite well-defined. I wondered if any outsider might think Grant was intentionally luring me and Vanella into some dark plot.

Enough of those thoughts.

I leaned back casually with my arms on the table and asked.

“I hear you’re causing some trouble in Harlem these days.”

“…I’m planning to blow up a laundromat.”

Grant’s deep voice that came out was quite impressive, even if the content was anything but.

“…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions on Vanella’s and my faces hardened.

Grant looked to Vanella first, then quickly shifted his gaze to me. At least he must have realized that something was wrong in this situation.

“It’s a side job.”

A short addition.

He then proceeded to say that he intended to completely destroy that laundromat and inflict damage from which it would never recover.

“The insurance payout will be hefty, won’t it?”

“Who ordered this?”

I asked before Grant could say another word. If I hadn’t, he might have continued talking about various things.

“…”

Meanwhile, Grant couldn’t immediately answer my question about who was behind this.

His gaze shifted around before landing on Vanella. But Vanella couldn’t provide any help.

With an expression that showed he didn’t understand, it seemed that Dance, Vanella’s second-in-command, hadn’t informed Grant about what was going on when he brought him here.

“This is not the time to be silent, Chucky.”

As Grant’s gaze kept returning to him, Vanella spoke up.

“Uh, um. It’s Blaise. Specifically, J. J. Blaise.”

Upon hearing the answer, I pretended to understand it well enough.

Though I had never heard the name Blaise before. According to Vanella, he was one of the African Americans who had been pushed out by the Marinelli Family.

“Do you know who owns Harlem Cleaning Services?”

“I heard it was some black guys.”

“Some of them, yes.”

Grant immediately replied as soon as I finished speaking.

“Do you know who else owns it?”

“No.”

“That’s me.”

“…What?”

“I’m the other owner of the laundromat you’re planning to blow up.”

I wanted to pity myself for having to explain this.

Once the whole situation was revealed, Vanella turned his gaze away from me to look at Grant. Grant’s reaction was… predictable.

His eyes quickly darted, and soon enough, both his hands and head were shaking.

“Godfather, I truly had no idea. If I’d known, I would never have gotten involved in something like this. I swear, who in this business would dare to do that?”

Grant poured out words in a flash. His visibly flustered response didn’t look like that of a lying goblin.

“Didn’t Blaise inform you who the owner is while assigning you this job?”

“He said it was the black laundromen.”

“Black laundromen, huh.”

At this point, Vanella started carefully observing my reaction.

Because the real owner of Harlem Cleaning Services wasn’t me but my wife and her family. In an instant, my lovely wife became a black laundress.

“What else did he say?”

“…”

“You were told to keep it to yourself. Probably told not to tell anyone.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

With Grant’s answer, a short silence fell over us again.

“I’m sorry, Godfather. I didn’t confirm this beforehand.”

The goblin understood what he had done wrong. Then he quickly began to apologize for his mistake and tried to mention how he would take responsibility.

“I’ll go return the money to Blaise right now.”

“No, there’s no need for that.”

“But then there would be a problem. I haven’t spent a dime, so I’ll return it right away.”

“Chucky.”

Vanella quietly called Grant’s name as if instructing him to listen to me.

“He doesn’t need that money. Just keep it for yourself.”

What I meant was clear. Why wouldn’t that black man need the money?

Because now he was a dead man. The reaper coming for him would be Chucky Grant, who had taken on this job.

Grant seemed to understand how things would unfold from now on.

“Yes, Godfather. Thank you.”

His gratitude was for saving his life and for my order to take Blaise’s money. There were two meanings in Grant’s thanks.

“Thank Richard instead. If it weren’t for him, you would have been done for by the Marinelli Family.”

“…”

Grant had turned serious again.

“You’ve got a good friend. You don’t seem to grasp how good a friend he is.”

“No, I don’t.”

“No, you don’t.”

At my response, Vanella looked at Grant again, now with a somewhat smug expression.

“Wait at the bar over there.”

*

Grant hurriedly stood up and bowed to both me and Vanella. I placed a hand on Vanella’s shoulder.

“Don’t tell Solomon right away. Wait for the right moment.”

“Is that really okay?”

“We need to focus entirely on fighting the Sanchez guys now. If we reveal this, it’ll only shake things up.”

“…Understood.”

“And manage your expressions.”

“Yes.”

With this incident, Vanella had put a significant debt on both the Solomon Family and Grant.

Of course, I was in the same boat. Particularly, I was planning to use this incident to seize the current territory of the Solomon Family.

The central part of the city would now belong entirely to our family.

After all, the Solomon Family was planning to engulf the Sanchez Family, and apart from some territory that the Carmen Family had recaptured, everything would belong to the Solomon Family.

Having supported the Solomon Family would give me sufficient justification, but with this incident, it became wholly perfect.

“And there are no problems with Karen and the nuns, right?”

“Yes. Anyone who could cause a problem has been taken care of, so you won’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Good.”

While I was talking with Vanella, Grant was already selecting firearms to eliminate Blaise.

“How good is that guy?”

“He’s a friend favored by the Solomon Family. He’ll handle that black guy in no time.”

Well, I decided to see just how good Grant was.

I felt bad for Elena and Felicita, but even after Grant left the pub, I continued to wait with Vanella for his return.

Not long after, the goblin who was blowing out his breath in the cold night air returned.

“Did you take care of it for sure?”

“Yes, Godfather. I shot him once in each eye, and I made sure he was dead on the scene.”

It seemed he had already disposed of the firearm used.

Well, according to Grant’s report, everything had apparently been handled perfectly without any issues.

“I won’t know until I hear the news tomorrow from the newspaper or radio.”

There might be a witness, after all. But at the very least, it was true that Chucky Grant had properly rectified his mistake.

With Vanella, Dance, and Grant seeing me off, I left the Friendly Lounge.

“Straight to the mansion.”

“Yes, brother.”

As soon as I got in the armored car, I told the driver the destination.

It took Grant less than 30 minutes to handle Blaise. So by the time I returned home, it would already be evening, but it didn’t seem too late.

“Brother.”

“Yeah?”

I was about to quietly gaze out the window at the scenery when the driver spoke up first.

“It seems the truck union chairman was attacked.”

“What? By whom?”

“By his own union members.”

Damn it. What’s the deal with everything going so crazy?

According to the driver, it seemed some union members, unhappy with the compensation they received, had unleashed their frustrations on the chairman, hitting him in the head with a pipe.

“So what’s the chairman’s condition now?”

“He seems to be fine.”

“What?”

However, the chairman hadn’t just sat back and taken it.

He had managed to snatch the pipe from a rushing union member and even took out a few of them right there.

“It was really the chairman who was attacked, right?”

“Yes, it seems those guys weren’t too bright.”

Fortunately, it was a good thing. If anything had happened to the chairman, it would have been quite troublesome.

“We should assign some decent guys to be with the chairman.”

Even if he didn’t want it, I ordered for the security to be reinforced more than it was now. Although the driver couldn’t relay my orders right away, it would be enough to do so after we arrived.

A few minutes later, the armored car arrived at the mansion.

The driver moved to relay my orders to the other Wolves, and I hurried into the mansion to meet my two wives.

As I entered the mansion’s entrance, receiving greetings from the Wolves and servants, I couldn’t find Elena or Felicita anywhere.

I checked the living room on the second floor and Felicita’s bedroom, but neither of them was anywhere to be found.

The last place I headed to was Elena’s bedroom.

“….”

I don’t know what had happened, but Elena and Felicita were fast asleep on the same bed.

Neither of them was even covered by a blanket, just lying atop the covers. I thought it wouldn’t be good for a pregnant woman or the baby not to cover herself, so I hurriedly covered them with a blanket.

Of course, instead of pulling out the blanket beneath them, I used a new one.

Dinner hadn’t been served yet, but since this had happened, going to sleep early didn’t seem like a bad idea.