The next day, early morning, as the sun casts its first light, Terrence Bentley was very much awake, he needed to do things, especially with his employees being all nosy and his most trusted worker betrayed him for his brother, he needed to be up and running and to make sure he doesn't overlook any details. A few hours later, he was sitting in his office, his back against the wall of windows that overlooked the Blue Net headquarters. He was very much lost in thought, until a knock was heard at the door, it brought him back to reality. "Come in," he called, The door opened, and his son, Logan Hudson Bentley, walked in looking bright and sharp. Logan was very ambitious and determined, even cold much to Terrence's satisfaction and of course loyal, it is his son after all. Logan had recently been promoted within Blue Net’s security division and had proven himself capable of handling even the most delicate issues that came with the family empire. Logan looked at his father, s
In the basement of where has turned to her prison beneath the headquarters of Blue Net Group in Amsterdam Netherlands, Anna Kim sat on the cold concrete floor, the dim glow of a lightbulb was her only source of light. There was nothing to prevent the cold as she was shivering from it. Her little hope of William coming to save her began to waver at each passing hour. She hadn’t seen another soul since they had thrown her in there, but she knew Terrence’s eyes were on her, there was no place his eyes couldn't reach. As she sat there in silence, the heavy steel door creaked open, and Logan walked in, his tall figure strodded gently in there. He looked down at her, his eyes fixed on her and was filled with a mixture of pity and disdain. “Anna," he greeted, his tone was quite gentle; "How has your stay been?" She glared up at him, refusing to let him see the fear in her eyes so she uttered; "I know why you’re here, Logan. You want me to turn against William. But it won’t happen.
Logan’s eyes narrowed, his tone growing colder. "Stubbornness won’t save you, Anna, the longer you hold out, the worse this will get." But she refused to give them any details, she wasn't going to speak so as not to lose her remaining hope. "I’m not giving you anything, if I say a word I am dead, and I will keep this so that when William comes for me, I will tell him how much I held our little secret.” Logan’s patience snapped, his face twisting with frustration. "You think William actually cares? You think he’s out there, planning some grand rescue for you?" He leaned in and continued; “He’s gone, Anna. He has left you to rot in here because that’s all you are to him, a tool, a means to an end. So stop pretending you’re anything more than that as it's demeaning and it doesn't speak well of you.” "Then why are you so afraid of him?" She blurted out loudly in anger. "If he is as selfish as you say, then why are you so desperate to stop him?" “Logan clenched his hands, he was
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
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.
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
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
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