A lot of regret began flashing in Peter’s head, regret that ran all the way to five years ago.He could not stop beating himselfHe focused his eyes on Rex, his chest on the verge of exploding. For an unknown reason, his BP was not heating up, though the stinging sensation was still stinging.“I need water, I need something to drink,” Peter finally spoke.“Sign the damn papers, you are not going to stall!” his wife yelled. “You can have your stupid water after signing!”“I am not going to sign anything that I do not understand, especially without my lawyers!” he yelled back at her and got out of the room.The room smelled filth, Rex reeked of filth. His hand was itching to grab the gun and blow the filth’s head out.It was his daughter’s sadness and disappointment in her eyes that restrained him from getting the gun that was tucked in behind his trousers.“I will have a lawyer read it and then get back to you,” he stated and walked out of the room.“No, no, Rex stop him, he is going t

Rex walked outside, knowing for sure that Peter was going to move the money and whatever was in the safe. He texted his watchers to be ready to intercept anything that was going to drive out of the mansion.Peter was cornered and probably desperate, so he was going to make a lot of mistakes.Taking him down felt refreshing, especially since he was not using any gadgets or cameras.It was different from Chelsea where he was ten steps ahead and the victory did not feel fulfilling. With Peter Banks, it was going to be fulfilling because it involved using the people that he loved to bring him down. He walked back into the mansion and stood in the hallway, watching as the other workers shifted Peter to the spare bedroom.His wife’s voice cleared from behind him.“And what are you doing here?” she asked.Rex turned, scratching his head.“I am… waiting for your mother, we need to start cleaning the money,” he lied.Rose stared at him.“What?” he asked. “Can you run the numbers in my comp

Rose was left staring at the door without moving for about a full minute before she snapped out of it, picked up her purse and walked out of the house.She did not want to react to her husband’s last statement or confront him. She put on loud music and drove straight to the prison facility where Chelsea was supposed to be serving time.She wanted to physically confirm that Chelsea was out before she made a decision or reacted to Rex’s threat.She arrived outside the prison and made some calls to people she knew, requesting a private visitation to one of the prison mates.She was asked to wait outside as they made the calls.She waited in the car without minding how long it was going to take. She needed the time alone. Away from her husband, father, and everything that was happening in her life.After what seemed like forever, a call came.She quickly answered it.“Do you have the correct names?” the contact asked. “There is no convict by that name in that prison, or do you have the pr

Rex turned to face the old fool, "It's ironic that Chelsea used to say the same words," he replied."You always forget that I am not Chelsea," Peter warned.Rex could not help himself but laugh, "You know what? I have a confession to make, I regret not coming first for you," he went on laughing.Peter’s jaw tensed up.“I thought you were this big wolf that would crash me no matter what shit I threw at you but see here you are desperate and going as far as asking a slut to rescue you,” he laughed and walked out of the room.Peter got up, anger swelling in him as he began throwing and kicking the chairs and tables in a fit of rage.He kept throwing and kicking anything in his way, forcing the guards to back away and leave the room.The noise only stopped when he got tired. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out heavily.He needed a seat but all the chairs were on the floor.He staggered to the door, kicking everything that was in his way and opened the door.The guards turned, asking

Rex looked at his watch again. He was not going to wait any longer, so he began texting his watchers.In a second, a call popped up from them. Usually, when the watchers called, it was bad news.“Where is he?” Rex asked.“Sir, the CIA director was found in his garage some twenty minutes ago, unresponsive,” a voice replied from the other end.Rex got up immediately and walked out of the restaurant.“What do you mean? Was he attacked?”“We are not sure,” they replied.Rex closed his eyes, trying to control his temper.“We had eyes on him, no one was in his compound, but when he walked into the garage, he never walked out,” they reported.“Why am I hearing about this now?” Rex lost it.“Sir, we were waiting for him outside, no threats entered, so we thought there was only a little delay,” they tried to explain.Rex was tempted to curse, but he held it all in. He was partially to blame; those were the words knocking at the back of his head.Peter was not the type to sit back and wait to b