“What did you say?” Tyler watched him shifting backwards to sit on the bed, “hey dad.” he went and sat close to his father. “Spy!” Welensky said again, “Jerome is a fucking spy!” “Dad, what do you plan to do?” “It's all simple.” Welensky calmed down, crossed his hands behind him and walked fr

“Be careful, he doesn't care if he hurts anyone innocent, don't make him shoot.” Tyler's men moved cautiously, their eyes darting around as they tried to anticipate Jerome's next move. The crowd was a chaotic blur, people shouting and crying as they scrambled for safety. The chase was still on and

“Quickly! Quickly!” Tyler and his team burst from the warehouse but were already too late as they could only see Jerome vanishing down the deep road with speed. As Jerome finally faded into the darkness, speeding away on the stolen motorcycle, Tyler's frustration boiled over “How could he get away

Tyler was still standing in front of her without a shirt and it made her confused, she loved what she saw but didn't know how to behave in front of him, she could feel the nerves on her body reacting to the sight of what bare fresh skin in front of her, and just when it was getting too much for her,

Finally, the moment they'd all be waiting for, Welensky returned, carrying with him the Quilion. The lights pulsed rhythmically, casting a faint glow around the room. “What the fuck is that?” Jerome really needed an answer to understand what was going on at that point. His eyes widened as he took