Reed stood in the hospital room, his heart sank with worry. His mother, who was supposed to wait for him in the bed, was nowhere to be found, “why did she leave?” The question kept replying in his head. Reed couldn't bear the thought of losing her, especially not now. As he sat there, his thoughts turned to Walker Rhomes, Rhomes was ruthless and lacked regard for human life. Reed hoped that he hadn't a hand in her leaving. Reed's mind raced with questions and fears. He wondered what would prompt his mother to leave the safety of the hospital room. Was it the fear of being trapped in this sterile environment, or was there something more sinister at play? He couldn't shake the feeling that Rhomes would stop at nothing to harm her if he set his eyes on her. But before he could protect his mother, Reed knew he had to leave the hospital. He couldn't risk Rhomes or any of his men showing up and causing chaos. With a heavy sigh, he stood up from the chair and glanced at his mother’s empty

Margie Blackwater stormed into Walker Rhomes' lavish office, her eyes blazing with anger. The room was adorned with opulent furniture and expensive artwork, a stark contrast to the fury radiating from Margie. Walker, a tall and imposing figure, sat behind his mahogany desk, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he observed her entrance."Come in, come in, Margie," Walker beckoned, his voice dripping with false charm. He rose from his seat and approached her, his eyes never leaving her face. But Margie was having none of it. She shrugged off his outstretched hands, her voice laced with frustration and determination."You promised, Walker," she seethed, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You promised that if I gave you the evidence I had on you, you would leave my son and his daughter alone. But you are still having your men hunt my son. This isn't the deal we had."Walker's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. He circled his desk, leaning aga

Kayla sat in the newly acquired apartment that Mike had arranged for her. As she settled in, her phone rang, and it was Mike on the other end. He requested Reed's number from her, prompting Kayla to question his intentions. "What do you want with it?" she asked curiously. Mike replied, "Walker wants to have a word with him." Curiosity piqued, Kayla hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Alright, hold on. Let me send it to you," she said, quickly typing out Reed's number and sending it to Mike. As she waited for an explanation, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on. "What's happening? Is everything alright?" she inquired, concern evident in her voice.Mike sighed on the other end of the line, his voice filled with frustration. "Nah, getting rid of Reed is proving to be more difficult than we initially thought. But now the boss has found a leverage on him," he revealed, his words hinting at a complicated situation.After Kayla angrily dropped her phone, frustration and anger

Reed's heart raced as he left Joyce's house and slid behind the wheel of his car. The engine roared to life, echoing his determination to infiltrate Walker Rhomes' mansion undetected.His hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he navigated through the dimly lit streets.The night air was heavy with anticipation as Reed's mind raced with thoughts of the mission ahead.He had to remain focused, every move calculated, to ensure success. As he approached the mansion, his pulse quickened, and he could feel the weight of the task at hand.Arriving earlier than the time Mike had given him, Reed knew he had a small window of opportunity to survey the area.He parked his car a few blocks away, hidden from prying eyes, and stepped out into the cool night. The moon cast an eerie glow, illuminating the grandeur of Walker Rhomes' estate.Reed's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of security or potential obstacles.He spotted the imposing fig

Reed and his mom short victory escape was short lived as walker's men pursued them in their own car, Reed glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the black SUV gaining on them.He gripped the steering wheel and pressed the gas pedal, hoping to outrun Walker's men.He had just rescued his mom, Margie, from Walker's compound, where she had been held captive for months.They had barely made it out alive, and now they had to face another obstacle."Mom, are you okay?" Reed asked, his voice strained."I'm fine, son. Just keep driving," Margie said, her eyes wide with fear. She looked at the wound on Reed's arm, where a bullet had grazed him.She felt a surge of anger and guilt. She blamed herself for getting him into this mess.She had been working as an undercover agent for the FBI, infiltrating Walker's criminal organization. But she had been exposed and captured, and Reed had come to save her."Reed, look out!" Margie shouted, as the SUV rammed into their car from behind. Reed swerved to