Detective Reynolds stepped out of the Acura and gazed at the big building before her. She was standing in front of Daystar Industries. Her hands were in the pockets of her brown leather jacket as she took in the building. It was gorgeous. It was by this that Jain finally understood Rylan’s cocky attitude last night. He had seemed egocentric just like every other rich billionaire she had faced in the past. With a building of this elegance, it was hard to stay humble. Jain shook her head and walked into the building. She was here to interrogate Rylan. Just a few questions was all she needed from him. That was it he would be willing to cooperate. It was hard for her to get some sleep last night, especially with the late-night call she got from Stanley. He had apologized for being a jerk. That was the second time in a row, but who was counting? There was something off about Rylan. When she found his file, her perspective on him changed. There was something she was hiding from the cops, a

Eve McCullough stared at her reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair by the dresser. Her mind was racing with thoughts, particularly with how things were going on now. Her family was always keeping things from her which was appalling. She didn’t feel part of them anymore. The only time she got information was when there was a general meeting. Nobody came to talk to her. She felt used by everybody. It was absurd because she was always the one sought after while she was married to Rylan. They were always on her, telling her that Rylan was bad for her. She had finally heeded their advice and divorced him, but that finally seemed like a dreadful action. She could remember how mortified Rylan had felt at the dinner table when Frederick had announced that he was fired. Eve couldn’t do anything about it, and five days later, she had divorced him. It seemed like a good thing that time, but as she thought about it now, her mind was filled with doubts. Karen had been the one who insti

Rylan slammed his hand on the punching bag and watched it. The punching bag that hung from the ceiling shook slightly. Rylan clenched his jaws and slammed his other fist on the punching bag once more. His hands which were concealed in boxer’s gloves were held close to his face now. This was the only way to beat the frustration he was feeling. He was exhausted from looking for information about the cartel. The information from Dayton was pointless. He couldn’t use it to find them. Rylan was running out of patience, he needed to exert his revenge on the cartel soon. He wanted it to be swift and easy. But that didn’t seem to be likely. The Valdez cartel seemed to be more dangerous than he thought. They just weren’t in Los Angeles but in other states such as Colorado, Texas, New York, and even Atlanta. It was crazy that Ernesto had built a cartel as big as that. Rylan was envious. He had the resources to do so, but there were many risks of having a long family of people to protect. It co

In the dimly lit room was a round table with all the casino shareholders seated. Seth was present and he was contemplating what to do with Rylan. His last statement at their previous meeting had raised a few eyebrows. He knew that some of them here were uncomfortable with having to get rid of Rylan, but it was the best plan they could come up with. If they couldn’t take Rylan down, there wouldn’t be a casino left for them. It was the best option they had. Five nights ago, Rylan’s club had been attacked, and some of them felt it was him. That was the genesis of the tension in the room. It seemed nobody here trusted each other which was detrimental to their plans. If trust couldn’t be rebuilt soon, it would be best if they kissed the casino goodbye. “Did you guys hear about Rylan’s club being completely gunned down?” Noah Sutton asked. “Yeah, I did,” another man said. Seth’s eyes went to him. It was Cody Hawthorne. A dirty blonde-haired man with a funny mustache but brilliant brown

“What are we going to do about her?” Noah asked. Seth stroked his chin as he thought of this. Lana had stormed out of the meeting after she had refused to cooperate with them. It felt like she was going against them. This worried Seth. She could ruin everything. “What if she tells the cops?” Cody asked, barely hiding the fear in his voice. Seth sighed and rubbed his eyes as he contemplated what to do. There was no way that Lana was going to do that. Though she was against them presently, he knew her for being reserved. She wouldn’t just go to the cops and without any evidence. She was very calculative of whatever she did. “Don’t worry about that,” Seth replied. “I don't think she will, and if she does, there’s no evidence she has to back up the allegations. She will be sued for defamation. I’m very familiar with you Lana. She wouldn’t do anything stupid.”“So we just let her go?” Noah asked, and for the first time, his voice sounded a bit hasty. Seth shrugged. He didn’t know what