Chapter 205
ALAMAIN MANSION
TONY: André, I don't give a damn why you've returned, but you need to leave. Now. We have business, but now is not the time nor place to deal with it.
ANDRE: Tony, please do wait your turn. It's coming up soon, don't worry.
André clapped his hands together and rubbed them.
ANDRE: Well, I must say, this is quite a welcoming party. I didn't expect to be this well received. It's just a shame none of the Bradys are here. That would make this all just so much more fun. Not that this won't be a momentous occasion, regardless.
Several people tried to edge towards the back doors, which led to the pool.
ANDRE: I wouldn't try that if I were you, all the doors are locked from the outside. Marvelous security system you have, Vivian. I should know, I had it installed.
VIVIAN: That's impossible! The man I spoke with on the phone the other week had a German accent.
André chuckled.
ANDRE: Yes, Rolf does good work, doesn't he?
NICHOLAS: You had a security system installed by a DiMera?
VIVIAN: I didn't know!
ANDRE: You weren't supposed to. Believe me, I've had this all planned out for a long time. I'm just so excited that the moment is finally here! So, as this is a party hosted by the Alamain family, I suppose we should start there.
ANNA (whispering): We can't let him get away with this.
Tony nodded.
TONY: André, stop this. We all know your real quarrel is with me. Leave the rest of them alone, and let's deal with this man to man.
ANDRE: Well, I would, if we were both real men. Don't be so self-assured, Tony, my quarrel isn't with just you. It's with all of these people. And all of you shall answer to me. One way or another. Though, of course, you are the main one, hence the face.
VIVIAN: Are you two twins or something?
TONY: God no.
ANDRE: No, that would be a cruel twist of fate for both of us. I'm sure you remember one of your many ex-husbands, Stefano. He had me take Tony's face years ago.
TONY: And use it to frame me for an excessive number of unspeakable crimes.
ANDRE: Well, what would be the fun of just giving me your face without letting me have a bit of fun with it?
Everyone was watching every move André made intently. All except for Nicholas. He had his phone out and was sending a text message. André smirked and shook his head.
ANDRE: Your phone, Mr. Alamain.
Nicholas hastily put his phone back in his pocket.
NICHOLAS: Sorry, I was just...
André snapped his fingers. He turned to Ivan.
ANDRE: Take his phone.
IVAN: Sir...
ANDRE: Now!
André pulled a gun from inside of his suit coat. He aimed it at the ceiling, and fired. Several people jumped.
ANDRE: Mr. Marais, take his phone now.
Ivan moved slowly to Nicholas and went into his pocket.
IVAN (whispering): I'm sorry about this.
NICHOLAS: I understand, Ivan.
Ivan handed Nicholas' phone to André. André grinned. Then, he threw the phone on the ground and stepped on it, shattering it.
