Garry immediately opened the file as he was very curious about the whole thing, he began scanning through the pages, it was filled with names, operations, assassinations and all of these were tied to the Council. His father’s name appeared repeatedly, each time his father's name was mentioned it was always connected to efforts to undermine their agenda. That means they were all pointing to him that he was undermining their authority and trying to change what this syndicate should be about which doesn't sit well with either of them. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” Garry asked, his voice filled with emotions, he added; “Why let me think you were the enemy? You made me believe that you were my father's killer, I hated you for a whole year, all I had in my heart was to kill you. I hated you with passion, why would you subject me to that?” Bentley sighed, his expression heavy. “Because you needed to see the truth with your own eyes, Garry. If I had told you any of this, you wou
“I can’t protect you forever, Jack!” Bentley said, his voice filled with frustration. “If you keep pushing against the Council’s agenda, they’ll come after you. And you know there is nothing I can do to stop that.” Jackson sighed, leaning against a table covered in maps and documents. “Terrence please, I want you to know that I am not pushing against them, Terrence. I’m trying to stop them from crossing the lines we swore we’d never cross. We built this syndicate to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, not to become another cartel.” Jackson uttered. Bentley shook his head and blurted out; “And you think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t fought the same fights? But you’re putting yourself in their sights, and if you keep this up, they’ll eliminate you without my knowledge that's who they are. This syndicate isn't all forefront with us in case you haven't noticed.” Jackson met Bentley’s gaze, his expression quite resolute and he retorted, “If that’s what it takes t
As the evening sun sets, Bethany took one last look at Hilary, who was giggling on Marie’s lap, totally content with everything. She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with ache, the time for her to go back to work is here and it hurts her so bad that someone else would watch over her daughter while she works hard to secure enough money. It's been three days since Marie had welcomed her into her home, now it was time to leave. “Thanks, Marie,” Bethany said softly, her voice laced with gratitude, she added; “It means everything to me that you’re here for her.” Marie smiled, reaching out to squeeze Bethany’s hand. “You know Hilary is like my own. And you, well, you deserve to chase your dreams, Beth. I know this isn’t the life you wanted but one never knows what tomorrow would bring.” Bethany’s eyes shimmered, and she forced a smile, nodding. She gave Hilary one more kiss on the forehead. “Be good for Aunt Marie, okay?” Hilary wrapped her tiny arms around her mother’s neck.
As the evening sun sets, Bethany took one last look at Hilary, who was giggling on Marie’s lap, totally content with everything. She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with ache, the time for her to go back to work is here and it hurts her so bad that someone else would watch over her daughter while she works hard to secure enough money. It's been three days since Marie had welcomed her into her home, now it was time to leave. “Thanks, Marie,” Bethany said softly, her voice laced with gratitude, she added; “It means everything to me that you’re here for her.” Marie smiled, reaching out to squeeze Bethany’s hand. “You know Hilary is like my own. And you, well, you deserve to chase your dreams, Beth. I know this isn’t the life you wanted but one never knows what tomorrow would bring.” Bethany’s eyes shimmered, and she forced a smile, nodding. She gave Hilary one more kiss on the forehead. “Be good for Aunt Marie, okay?” Hilary wrapped her tiny arms around her mother’s neck.
She laughed softly and uttered; “Oh no, I didn’t betray him, Garry. He betrayed himself, and he betrayed you. If you knew the things he did… if you knew what the syndicate truly is, you wouldn’t be sitting in that seat, driving me back like some obedient dog." Garry’s grip on the wheel tightened, anger flaring in his chest. "You don't know anything about him or about me." "Don’t I?" she countered, and blurted out; "He kept so much from you. Did you ever stop to wonder why? Did you ever question Bentley’s true intentions? Or are you just blindly following orders, hoping you’ll live up to a memory that’s only half the truth?" Garry’s jaw clenched, a cold, gnawing doubt beginning to creep in. He thought he’d understood his father, thought he’d known the man who had raised him, but Elena’s words stirred something deep within him, an uncomfortable feeling, like a shadow lurking around beyond his reach, somewhat far-fetched. It was like this just might be bigger than he is and the onl
The night air was cold as Garry slipped into the passenger seat of the black GLK, Nolen was silent in the driver’s seat, his eyes fixed straight ahead. “Do you know where we’re headed?” Garry asked, glancing over at Nolen. Nolen nodded, and uttered “Paris… Elena Donovan’s last known location was a safe house in the 7th Street. She’s been on the run for weeks. The syndicate has people watching her, but no one has gotten close enough to make the grab.” Garry let out a slow breath, trying to shake the tension in his chest. “And you’re just… watching? No advice, no help? Aren't you supposed to give me a tip?” Nolen glanced at him, a smirk appeared on his face. “This is your assignment, kid. Bentley wants to see what you’re made of. I am just here to make sure you survive it.” Garry swallowed, feeling the weight of that statement, he then nodded and uttered; “I can handle it.” Nolen’s smirk grew slightly. “We’ll see.” The drive to Paris felt like a test of endurance, every mile
Bentley’s words filled Garry's mind and he just couldn’t help but feel the weight of what he’d just stepped into. He’d thought he knew, thought he’d been prepared, but the reality of the syndicate was starting to press on him like a cold grip around his heart. It's been days since they had that conversation but it hasn't been easy, the syndicate was deeper than just dealing with the men. There were secrets, about the syndicate that he just couldn't fathom. He had another meeting with Terrence Bentley today, so he dressed up and went to him, besides he was still learning the ropes about this whole thing. “Oh Garry welcome, He is waiting for you.” Damon Salvatore uttered and led him to Terrence's study. Bentley set his glass of wine down and stood up, beckoning Garry to follow him. They walked down a narrow corridor, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Bentley glanced back as if sensing Garry’s unease. “I know it feels like a betrayal, Garry,” he said and continu
Garry has stayed longer than he had anticipated in Mike's place in the United Kingdoms, when he felt he wasn't downhearted anymore and he couldn't keep running away from his responsibilities. He decided he would have to go back to his father's mansion and try as much as possible to learn about the entire syndicate. Because from his conversation with Nolen, he has no idea what the syndicate was all about. After bidding Mike and Natalie bye promising he would come visit soon enough, he left. Arriving in the Netherlands, his driver came to pick him up from the airport and he went straight home to his father's mansion. Garry set his bags down in his dimly lit hallway, the familiar scent of his cologne and old books, proves that he was Home. But he barely had time to inhale the scent and look around before a knock sounded at his door. Opening it, Garry found Nolen standing on the doorway looking as serious as always. “Uncle Nolen, what brings you here so late at night?” he asked.
Troy Reece well, he was already at rock bottom, he had tried so hard to get back up but that has proved to be. He had already gone to an unthinkable length of giving up his own daughter, and even that hadn't secured him the fresh start he'd hoped for. The money he’d gained from that monstrous exchange was nearly gone, and with every drink and drag he took at the bar, he felt himself slipping further into despair. As he sat there, his thoughts grew dark and desperate. While he was at it, suddenly, like a spark in the darkness, an idea crossed his mind. An idea that, in any other circumstances, he might've dismissed, but in his current condition, the idea seemed too great to dismiss. He thought maybe he could track down his ex-wife, Elizabeth. Maybe he could use the charm he once wielded over her to squeeze out a few dollars, just enough to survive a while longer. But what he didn't know was that, a year is more than enough to change someone and that was what he was going to f
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