David was in too much pain to have heard what they said and he refused, trying to run away from them but Tyler was faster, moving even through the pain. “Where the fuck do you think you're going to? I asked you a question man!!” He spat out, gripping David's ankle and twisting it until the man let out a grunt of pain.Skylar knelt down, making sure that David and he were well on the same level. “Where is Miss Katerina? Last chance Dave.”Once David heard Katarina's name, his eyes widened and he looked between Tyler and Skylar knowing that they meant business. “If I…. if I tell you the truth, do you promise to let me go?” He stammered.Skylar exchanged a glance with Tyler, thinking about the answer.Tyler spoke up first. “If you give us something concrete, then yes, we will let you go.”David nods, licking his dry lips. “Okay, look. First of all, I didn't know what they were into… you know?”“I'm just supposed to believe that you went along with them, not asking any questions?” Tyler sn

“Again!” Tyler's fitness instructor, Sam ordered, urging him on.Focusing all his rage and energy into the next punch, he directed it at the punching bag in front of him watching it go back from the force that he used. “Good enough?” Tyler panted, rolling his knuckles.Sam didn't respond at first, glancing at his wristwatch before nodding. “Yeah, that was a great throw but I reckon that I can make you better.”Already, his shoulder blades were hurting. “How?”“You need to put in the work, I noticed that lately you've been distracted. You need to put that into this and get back in shape after all that's why you're paying me, isn't it?”Tyler sniffed. “Yes.”“Great.” Sam patted him on the back. “As long as we are on the same page then. I think you need to run in more practices, at least extend this for 30 minutes.”“Uh-huh…” Tyler bent down to drink water when he spotted his phone buzzing from his gym bag.Distracted, he picked it up watching the message that flashed across the screen.

"What are we doing here?" Tyler asked, wanting to know. "We're here to meet someone and she's not the type of someone you see easily," Jackson replied, he gazed pointedly at a man who stood in front of a metal door. Tyler shook his head, "I'm sorry I don't follow…” "It's…" Jackson was about to speak when the man approached us. His eyes were hidden under his dark sunshades. "Madam Leona will see you now," the man spoke to Jackson. He turned and left, leading the way.Jackson and Tyler exchanged a glance before standing up to follow behind him. As they walked past the iron door and into a corridor, they descended, going down a flight of stairs. They soon got to a metal gate which they searched thoroughly before being allowed to pass through. This was the base of operations for the illegal dealings of Bensons and Gray. The club was merely a front to attract potential customers who would want things aside from what was on the menu. As they were about to enter, Jackson warned, "Just

The hall was brightly lit, the incandescent bulbs shone directly overhead. The hall was huge, it was lavishly decorated. A Persian rug adorned the floor, the furniture was all antique, and several well-renowned paintings decorated the walls. An elderly man sat quietly on a massive antique chair, it was like a throne and he was the king. He was smoking a fat Cuban, and staring into space absentmindedly. A man dressed in a suit suddenly rushed in, his sudden entrance snapping the old man out of his daze. "What's the matter, Laurent?" He snapped impatiently, "You know I hate being disturbed during my alone time." he tapped his Cuban lightly on an ashtray as he spoke."Mr. Giorgio, there's been a surprising development," Laurent explained as he stopped, standing meters away from Giorgio. Giorgio's expression remained unfazed, "Spit it out, then." he waved his hand dismissively, and he took another drag of the Cuban."We've received reports…" Laurent began, choosing his words carefully

Giorgio's lips curled up but his eyes were ice cold as he glared at Anna. "Last chance," Giorgio warned, his voice lowered dangerously. "Never, Giorgio. You're pushing it," Anna snapped, her eyes staring daggers at Giorgio, "You…" "Anna, it's okay." Thomas stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder, his eyes locked on Giorgio. "You should go get Tyler ready so we'll head home. I'll speak to Giorgio here." Anna wanted to refuse but she nodded after exchanging glances with Thomas. She gave Giorgio one final death glare before she stormed out of the study. Giorgio's face grimaced, holding back his anger, he stared at Thomas. "You need to speak to your wife, Thomas. We're all on the same side you know." Giorgio forced a smile as he spoke.Unless it was absolutely necessary, Giorgio wouldn't want to cut off Thomas and Anna.In his eyes, they were important assets that he would use to build his empire. That was why Giorgio was willing to tolerate Anna's snappish attitude.As long