Pablo’s POV “Look up Gunner; we have a raid to take on, meet me at my place in five minutes.” “Is it another suicidal mission?” “How dare you question my orders? I say you get ready and get your ass over here with a group of more competent men.” I hung up. My jaw clenched together in annoyance, anger raving through me. How dare they take Kathie, now Scott was gone and there was no one else? My called Smith’s number, yes, he needed to witness this war and fight in it to have me his father. “Get your arms and ammunitions ready and come over to my place. Bring Lennar and Jake over with you, on my orders. Be here in two minutes, we have a raid to make.” I barked my orders at him and hung up immediately to avoid his rants of disapproval. I picked my guns and ammunitions, ready than ever to have their head. This might just be a part two of the last war, but this time, I will have them dead for good.Michael’s POV It was all clear now, the sign at the cathedral and even the cathedral

Michael’s POV It was time to go home. Torrance had not replied my last message, and I didn’t have all day to spend waiting for him. I drove back home making plans on how I would go about my resignation after submitting the case files on Monday. Tomorrow is the beginning of the weekend and I plan to enjoy that well, relaxing by the pool’s side for countless hours before retiring for a nap, after which I will settle to map out my plan to take down Pablo. It had not been easy the whole of this week. The week had seemed as lengthy as a month. I parked my car and got exhausted and weak, my joints were calling for a warm bath and unending hours on my bed. My mind walked faster than my legs to my room, was Ayla still there? Waiting for my arrival? That would be ultimate sweetness. Maybe I can even ct drunk and make out with her. No, I shook my head vigorously to push out the thought. I just began the most important part of my mission; getting involved with her would be a totally bad idea.

Michael’s POV The weekend ran fast with couple plates of lovely dishes, hours beside my pool and some few minutes of going through my set out plan, and then I was soon turning my tie to the rhythm of work blues. I was going to have a splendid time at work, packing my few personal belongings from my office back to my home, there wasn’t much there anyway. A day to resign officially; Miss Sarah was bound to ask me the reason for such sudden decision and I had not made up my mind on what to tell her. I whistled a tune to match my mood as I tightened the tie around my neck. I put on my suit and bent to pick my shoes from its rack. I noticed a paper under the bed; it was crumpled and as I pulled up the folded parts I saw that it was dirty and a little soft where it had gone damp. I read the content; it was a quick sketch of my findings from the beginning of the search on the Viking’s case right up until now. Had I squeezed it like this? Even if I did, I would not have thrown under the bed

Ayla’s POV He was a lunatic. How could he even think of cutting off my limbs to send to my parents? I did not even want them getting involved in this because of my disobedience. “You cannot try it. Smith will not allow it.” I yelled at him, trying to conceal my emotions. He burst out in a maniac laugh, lolling his head back and forth continuously. “You are really feisty. I like that. But I’d like to see Smith try. Gunner, hit her up.” He stared at me and took a sip of his drink, then a long drag to take it down. The heavily built man that had kidnapped me earlier walked towards me, swinging a mallet as he closed the gap between us. I shook in fear, and almost peed on myself when a phone rang in a distance. It sounded so distinct as I could only hear Gunner’s footsteps approaching me. Suddenly, he paused and walked over to Pablo; “Torrance.” He simply said to Pablo, who collected the phone and answered the call. It was a video call.Pablo’s POV“Perfect timing, I was just about

Ayla's POV He seriously only thought about himself and he even had the guts to admit it so blatantly. I hate him so much, so fucking much. What does he take me for anyway? Keeping me in the dark is going to keep me safe, total bullshit. Pablo will still come for me, I have heard of his numerous killing escapades and he is definitely not going to let me be if he realizes I am still alive. There's only one way to it; though two actually I choose the one that helps me show Michael just how ruthless I can be. He thinks I am just a little girl that he can toss around well he will just have to see, the hard way, that I can survive in the wild. "Ayla, there you are. Michael came looking for you...What happened?" My mother ranted off, immediately I walked in I stomped off from her presence and shut the door to my room. "I am going to show you Michael, that I can do just what you are doing." I vented out my anger, tossing some needed clothes and accessories into my bag. I arranged a boot