Mello gave him a piercing stare, his expression inscrutable as he took in Kelan's words."I have evidence, files you'll like to see," Kelan continued, his voice unwavering as he held out the bundle of documents. "It took risking my life to obtain this, but you can check it yourself."Mello's gaze lingered on Kelan for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. "These documents," Kelan continued, his voice gaining strength with each word, "they detail Sir Ren's involvement in hard drugs and something you don't wish to know " kelan continued.A flicker of something unreadable passed over Mello's features, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took the evidence from Kelan's outstretched hands. He flipped through the pages with a practiced ease, his expression betraying nothing as he absorbed the information contained within.Kelan watched anxiously, the weight of his revelation hanging heavy in the air between them. He knew that what he had brought to Mello could change
As Sir Ren strode into his opulent establishment in the heart of Los Angeles, the grandeur of his domain greeted him like an old friend. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting a luxurious ambiance over the room. The air was filled with the subtle fragrance of exotic flowers, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.With an air of confidence befitting a man of his stature, Sir Ren made his way to his lavishly furnished office, adorned with antique furniture and adorned with priceless artwork. As he pushed open the intricately carved door, his eyes fell upon the figure of his waiting client, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the ornate windows."Ah, you're here," Sir Ren exclaimed with a grin, his voice echoing with authority and warmth as he crossed the room to take his seat behind his mahogany desk. Caleb, the client, returned Sir Ren's smile with equal warmth, his eyes alight with anticipation as he extended a hand in greet
As Caleb exited the room, the atmosphere shifted subtly. A figure clad in black, exuding an air of quiet confidence, strode into Sir Ren's office."Sean, you're here," Sir Ren greeted with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with familiarity as he gestured for Sean to take a seat.Sean returned the smile, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his dark attire. "Apologies for the delay, Sir Ren. I trust you've been keeping busy?"Sir Ren nodded, his gaze steady as he regarded Sean. "Indeed, there's never a dull moment in my line of work. But enough about me. Let's talk about why you're here."Sir Ren's smile widened."I hope you had a great time in prison," Sir Ren quipped, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.Sean sighed dramatically, his expression mockingly rueful. "I think I still missed that place," he replied with a chuckle, his laughter echoing in the confines of the office.As the laughter faded, Sir Ren's gaze turned serious once more, his mind already shifting back to th
It was almost dusk when Kelan arrived at the bustling seaport and stepped out of his car, a subtle unease tingled at the edges of his awareness. The air buzzed with a palpable tension, a feeling that prickled his skin like static electricity.Among the cacophony of sounds—the distant clang of ship bells, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the docks—Kelan couldn't shake the sense that something was amiss. His instincts whispered warnings, urging him to proceed with caution.With each step he took, the atmosphere grew heavier, like a thick fog descending upon the harbor. Kelan scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of trouble, his senses heightened by the anticipation of the unknown. Just before Kelan could take another step, two figures lunged at him from behind, with startling speed, their movements swift and precise. With a jolt of alarm, he felt a powerful impact, followed by darkness that enveloped him like a heavy blanket.As consciousness slipped away, Kelan's mind
Mello surveyed the scene before him, his expression unreadable as he considered their pleas. The weight of their actions hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, silence reigned as the gravity of the situation settled upon them all.With a slow nod, Mello signaled for his guards to stand down, their imposing presence serving as a reminder of his authority. The delegates breathed a collective sigh of relief, their gratitude evident as they scrambled to their feet, their bodies trembling with relief.Mello could tell the gesture pained Reece.As the tense atmosphere lingered in the room, Mello's attention was abruptly drawn to the sound of an approaching vehicle. His gaze flickered towards the entrance, where a sleek black van rolled into view, its arrival accompanied by the low rumble of its engine.The delegates watched in nervous anticipation, their earlier fear momentarily forgotten as they followed Mello's gaze to the source of the commotion.Mello's jaw softened as he recognized t
As another set of footsteps approached, Kelan's heart raced with anticipation. The veil hindering his sight was suddenly removed, he blinked against the sudden light, his eyes adjusting to the figure standing before him. As the veil was lifted, Kelan's eyes focused intently on the person before him, his gaze sweeping over their features in an attempt to glean any clues about their identity and intentions.The figure stood tall and imposing, their expression hardened with resolve. Kelan noted the sharp angles of their jawline, the intensity in their eyes, the crooked smile on their lips and the air of authority that surrounded them. Despite the initial fear that gripped him, Kelan couldn't help but admire the strength and presence exuded by the person standing before him.In that moment, Kelan felt a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. There was something familiar about the way the person held themselves, a hint of recognition that danced at the edges of his conscious
As Mello navigated the bustling city streets, his mind raced with worry. With one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other clutching his phone, he attempted to dial Kelan's number yet again, but the call failed to connect. Frustration simmered beneath his skin as he replayed their missed appointments in his mind.The honking of horns and the blur of passing cars barely registered as Mello mulled over possible explanations for Kelan's absence. Did he forget about their meeting? Was he stuck in traffic? Or worse, was he in some kind of trouble? Kelan never missed an appointment which was the more reason it bothered him.Despite the urgency pulsing through his veins, Mello knew he had to focus on the road ahead. Taking a deep breath, he made a split-second decision to pull over at the next available spot. With the car safely parked, he retrieved his laptop from the passenger seat and began composing an email to Kelan, his fingers tapping out his concerns with a sense of urgencyWi
(Ray's apartment)The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, ethereal glow across the spacious living room of Ray's apartment. Lisa entered the room, her steps light and graceful, as she settled onto the inviting plush couch with a soft sigh. Ray had visited her early this morning and told her he had a surprise for her and her surprise heightened when he brought her to his home.A gentle smile played on her lips, radiating a sense of contentment as she took in the serene ambiance around her. It was really pretty and the tranquil atmosphere enveloped her, giving her a sense of relaxation.She saw a pink feminine bag at the other side of the room and took her eyes away.Lisa smiled then took her sight to Ray who sat beside her with a smile." Hope you are not disappointed by this humble space of mine? " Ray said, making Lisa laughed gently." No, Ray, it's nice, I like it" she smiled, her happiness evident on her face.Ray returned the smile.Lisa's hea
Just then, the warehouse doors swung open with a bang, and Mello rushed in, his steps quick and full of purpose. His eyes locked onto Sir Ren's, unflinching."Malcolm, what is so important?" Mello said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His sudden appearance left Sir Ren stunned, unable to mask his shock. How did Mello manage to bypass his guards so easily?"What... what are you doing here?" Sir Ren snarled, anger twisting his features as he tried to regain his composure.Mello simply smiled, that infuriating calm spreading across his face, as if he knew something Sir Ren didn't. That smile was enough to make Sir Ren hiss with frustration, realizing he was surrounded by evidence that could incriminate him.Panic flickered across Sir Ren's face, his eyes darting to the drugs and documents scattered around. "Shit! Everybody clear out! Move! Gun him down, now!" Sir Ren screamed, his voice cracking with desperation as he reached for his men.But before he could finish his order, the room s
As Mello drove away, the lights from his father's mansion grew smaller in the rearview mirror until they disappeared entirely. His jaw was clenched tight, muscles tense, as his mind raced with the weight of everything he’d just faced. The meeting had been more painful than he’d imagined, more personal than he had wanted it to be. But there was no room for regret now.He took a deep breath, his fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel. This was the last step of the plan, the final confrontation that would bring everything together. Yet, in the back of his mind, a whisper of doubt gnawed at him—would his father really let him go through with this? Or was there another twist waiting in the shadows?As he drove through the dimly lit streets, his phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He hesitated, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Zach.**"All set on my end. Sir Ren’s warehouse is under close watch. Your move now. Make it count."**Mello’s eyes narrowed, the resolv
Mello smiled politely as he rose from the plush leather chair. “Thank you, President,” he said, his tone measured, careful not to let the adrenaline that still pulsed through his veins leak into his voice.He turned to leave, but before he could take more than a step, Sir Asher’s voice stopped him. “It’s late, Mello. Why don’t you stay here tonight? Get some rest.”Mello paused, his back to the man, and allowed a moment of consideration to pass. The offer was laced with something more—an unspoken test. Was this an olive branch, or was it bait? Either way, he couldn’t stay.He smiled, glancing over his shoulder. “I’m a man of time, and unfortunately, I don’t have much to spare at the moment. I appreciate the offer, though.”Sir Asher studied him for a second, then gave a curt nod. “Very well,” he replied, his face expressionless, though the calculating gleam in his eyes hadn’t faded.Mello turned and headed for the door, walking with an air of calm composure, though every nerve in his
As Mello left Sir Nerio’s residence, he couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal hanging over him like a storm cloud. His father’s silence over the years suddenly made sense, and he felt a mix of anger and disappointment rising in his chest. But he pushed those emotions aside; he had a mission to complete.The ride to Sir Asher’s estate was long, giving Mello time to strategize. He needed to gather more evidence, and he couldn’t let his father’s involvement cloud his judgment. When he finally arrived, the sight before him was nothing short of overwhelming.The estate loomed like a fortress, sprawling over vast acres with manicured lawns, fountains, and elaborate sculptures. It looked more like a city than a home. Mello stepped out of his car, taking a moment to adjust his suit, ensuring he looked every bit the part of a powerful player in this high-stakes game.As he approached the entrance, two guards stood at attention, their eyes scanning him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. He
Mello settled into the plush booth, his heart pounding as he faced Sir Nerio. The Prime Minister looked polished and composed, as expected, but Mello knew beneath that facade lay a man tangled in a web of corruption. “Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Mello began, his tone firm and unwavering. “I’m not here to exchange small talk. I know about your dealings with Sir Ren.”Sir Nerio feigned confusion, raising an eyebrow. “What dealings? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Mello. You must be mistaken.”Mello couldn’t help but smirk at the Prime Minister’s naivety. “Mistaken? Really? I have video evidence of you in a room full of drugs, discussing shipments with Sir Ren.” He pulled out his phone, swiping through the screens until he found the video. He pressed play, and the room filled with the sound of laughter echoing from the screen.The footage showed Sir Ren and Sir Nerio, surrounded by piles of drugs, their faces illuminated by the dim lights of the room. The two men leaned in clo
Mello felt a surge of realization wash over him. No wonder his father had never interfered with Sir Ren's dealings all these years. The weight of his father’s choices settled heavily in his gut. Even though Mr. Buster had the power to quench Sir Ren's operations, he never did. The truth was painfully clear: Sir Ren had something on him, some past dealings and evidence that kept him silent.Mello clenched his jaw, anger bubbling beneath the surface. His father, a man he had respected, was ensnared in a web of deceit, trapped by his own mistakes. It was infuriating to think that the very person who should have been a protector had chosen to align with a monster out of fear.The room was still, the atmosphere thick with tension. Mello looked at his team, their faces a mix of concern and determination. He couldn’t let this betrayal distract him. He had a mission to accomplish.“Alright, let’s focus,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “So, any update on Sir Vane?” Mello asked,
As the evening shadows stretched across the sky, Mello felt a surge of impatience. He couldn’t wait any longer. Something inside him gnawed at his sense of urgency.He turned to Lisa, who was resting beside him. “I’ve got to go,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against her forehead. Before she could protest or ask him to stay, Mello was already on his feet, leaving her with just a glance.In the living room, he pulled out his phone and dialed Kelan. His voice was steady, but there was a quiet intensity beneath it. “Kelan, gather the team. We’re meeting at the hideout. It’s time.”There was a brief pause on the other end before Kelan answered, “We’ll be ready.”Mello ended the call, his mind racing. Tonight would set everything in motion.Mello slipped into his car, the engine purring to life as he pulled out of the driveway. The city lights flickered in the distance, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the task ahead. The weight of the evidence he’d seen gnawed at him—the video of
Mello lay in bed, his thoughts racing. The room was quiet now; Kelan and Lisa had gone to the doctor to finalize his discharge. He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of everything. The previous night still haunted him, but it also fueled his determination.Suddenly, the phone beside him rang. It wasn’t his. He glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen, instinct telling him to answer. Hesitating for a moment, he placed the call on speaker."Hope it didn’t hurt much," a familiar voice chuckled through the speaker. It was Zach, his tone mocking yet amused.Mello couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re crazy, but I’ve got to hand it to you, it was a brilliant plan."Zach’s laughter followed. "That means you owe me, you know, for boosting your fame and making you the talk of the town overnight."Mello smiled, recalling how close he came to losing everything. "When I nearly died last night? Yeah, thanks for that.""It was just a light knockout. You’re still here, right?" Zach’s gr
the next morning When Mello opened his eyes, he found himself in a room full of people, all watching him with worried expressions. Their whispers filled the air. "He's awake," someone said softly.Disoriented, Mello rubbed his eyes and saw Kelan and Lisa standing nearby, their faces pale with fear. He slowly sat up in bed, feeling a dull ache in his head. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice groggy.Kelan motioned for the others to leave, and soon it was just the three of them in the room. Lisa, sitting by his side, took his hand and spoke " thank God" Mello stared at her, trying to process what had happened. Mello blinked slowly, trying to piece together what had happened. His body felt heavy, his mind foggy. He looked down at Lisa, who was resting her head on his legs, her silent tears soaking into the blanket. The weight of her words sank in, but they felt distant, like an echo from a dream."Attacked?" he muttered, still rubbing his temple. His eyes flickered over to Kelan