Heinze led the way while Giorgio drove, but the more Giorgio drove the more his frown deepened as Heinze led them further and further into the slum areas. "Where are you leading us too? Didn't you say we were going to get your daughter first?" Giorgio asked as he turned another corner, his eyes flashing with a gleam of suspicion.Heinze just hummed softly under his breath, his scarred face partially covered by the hoodie he wore. He didn't answer Giorgio's question. "Okay, I think that's enough." Giorgio stepped on the brakes, stopping in the middle of a street. "Where the hell are you taking me to? What's your plan?" Giorgio turned and demanded, his face slick with sweat. Heinze only turned his head to spare a glance. "Just drive.” he leaned back into his seat, unbothered by Giorgio's outburst. He pushed his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and stared straight ahead. Giorgio's eyes flashed. “Fucking asshole." he cursed, curling his hands to tug at Heinze's hoodie, bringing him

The roads and streets were busy, people all over the place.New York was an active hub of activities, there was always some activity, a concert or party happening or someone getting shot or killed. But the entrance of Giorgio's convoy shattered the once bustling scene, passersby stopping to look while others had their cameras and phone ready to capture the scene, thinking it was some sort of celebrity or an important member of the government.There were about seven expensive cars in the convoy including the latest edition Range Rovers, a high-end limo, and even a Bugatti was spotted as well. The commotion spread out with flocks of people following behind the convoy taking pictures and videos. The media space blew up with everyone talking and wondering which hotshot was in town as even the Governor or State police commissioner couldn't be escorted by such an extravagant convoy. The buzz further intensified when it was found that the convoy was heading to Greystate Conglomerate.It

The convoy drove past the huge towering gates to the estate.Dylan sat in one of the cars and beside him were Mark and two other officers.After much back and forth, they insisted on tagging along with him, for purely security purposes.Immediately Dylan agreed to move with them and they set off on the road, he was stunned to find that two helicopters had been deployed to escort them, as well as a full van of heavily armed soldiers that went ahead of them, clearing the road for easy passage.These series of actions had left Dylan and Mark deeply shocked, Mark especially. Several questions were running around in his mind, wondering just who this person was that was so important to have commanded such security and more importantly who was Dylan to him?In a city the size of New York, clearing the roads was easier said than done.Mark had insisted on accompanying him back to the estate, at the very least to satisfy his curiosity and find out who was behind such a stir.Dylan's eyes flas

Seeing the road that he took made Tyler's face change slightly, but he quickly morphed his expression, deciding to observe more before taking any action. At another part of town, multiple black sedans were driving at quick speed, watching from a bird's eye view they were all slowly converging on one target like a giant fishnet, their target was an old abandoned warehouse area.Giorgio's face was drawn and stern as Dylan and Mark sat facing him, the air was thick with tension. Giorgio had ordered Mark to mobilize as many officers as he could, they were to converge on the warehouse in a pincer formation.Giorgio didn't want any survivors and no loopholes. A clean, cut entrance in and out with minimal damage.The best thing would be to avoid being on the news as Giorgio wants to keep his return on the low.Dylan sat quietly but if you looked closely at his eyes, one would find a twinge of pride in his eyes, his father had caused all this commotion upon his arrival. Everyone had deferre

Tyler stood, his feet planted firmly on the ground currently in a face-off with Giorgio.Every instinct in his body was urging him to attack Giorgio and kill him, however, Dylan was stopping that desire from coming to pass.As much as he wanted to eradicate the waste of space in front of him and rush into the warehouse to release Katerina, he also didn't want to kill any more relative of hers, having her hate him more than she currently did.Flipping his wrist, he signaled to allow his back down, equally shielding the knife he had slipped out of his boots. “What do you propose, Dylan?”He might not respect Dylan but he had to acknowledge the fact that she was Katerina's father and no matter what she would always love him.Dylan ignored him, walking over to where Giorgio stood and whispered in his ears.From his position, Tyler couldn't hear what was being said but he readied his weapons just in case.Tyler wasn't sure how Heinze caught a glimpse of the knife but the man took a step fo