As she stared at him, Piper saw the anger… was that anger? Fuck. What she was seeing in Ryan's eyes was pure fury. It might have been for a second, but Piper realized that she didn't entirely believe all what Anderson had told her."Once we kill Ryan, I will make sure to fuck you until you lost the use of your legs." Ryan heard the man grabbing Piper's hair say.Piper must have been screaming before… She couldn't tell, her throat ached. She heard a loud scream when she saw Ryan moving toward them. She couldn't tell if the scream was from her or not "Run, brother Rye. Run, they're going to kill you!" She couldn't believe the loud shout was from her, all she knew was that the shout conveyed what was on her mind.Barely had Ryan heard Piper's shout for him to run when some men surrounded him. He couldn't tell where they had come from. He couldn't count them. All he noticed was that they surrounded him, holding clubs in their hand

Ryan had picked up a club in a swift movement and had swung it at the man. It didn't only knock off the knife from the man's grip, it also hit the man's hand, creating a gash in the man's wrist. Ryan didn't wait for the man to process what was happening, he kicked him, sending him flying across the room just like the first man. The man screamed and a moment later, everything was quiet. As quiet as the early hours of the morning could be.Scar-face watched in horror as the last of his men lay dead on the floor. He walked backward as Ryan came toward him. Who would have believed this man had these great skills when he was lured here. He had only been informed that Ryan was quite dubious, there had been no information about him having this great skill to handle all his men.Seeing the determination in Ryan's eyes, scar-face resolved to the last thing he could do. If that didn't work then he is gone but he would damn well make sure it bloody wo

The phone almost slipped from Ryan's hand. How do things always end up like this? Why does it have to be him? Why does it have to be the Butler? Why does it have to be the man who he relied on most, the man who has taught him a lot of life lessons? Ryan had known, had been pretty sure that the person who caused his amnesia would be someone very close to him… But the butler? Ryan bit his lower lip. He threw the phone on scar-face's thighs."Call him and tell him to come here."With trembling hands, Simon dialed the phone. He placed it on loudspeaker."Hi, Tan.""No business for now." "Yeah. I know. Can you come to…" Ryan heard scar-face call out the address of the factory to the butler.  The man who answered the call was definitely the Butler. He couldn't miss the man's voice for any other one.Ryan wasn't sure how he would react when he saw the butler. He

Tanner walked over to the table where the lighter and cigarettes were. He lit one and took a drag."For a big conglomerate like ours, there are a lot of bad folks, enemies that would never repent. That's what Simon and those guys are for," Tanner said. "I'm sorry about what they did to you, Sir."Ryan waved it off with a hand. He lit another cigarette and sat on the edge of the table. "We have those guys all over the place. With what Simon did, I will have to do lots of digging about our other boys in other countries," Tanner said. "Master was going to tell you everything when you turned eighteen but…"Ryan nodded. "I get it." There was silence for some seconds as they both concentrated on their cigarettes."You're familiar with how to use that, Sir?" Tanner pointed toward the gun."Yes. Stephanie's grandfather taught me a lot about it." "You must be pretty close." 
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