“Lincoln!” Sucre's face lit up as Lincoln walked into the warehouse. They shook hands before hugging each other.“How did it go?” Sara and Tbaj asked in unison as they stood to glare at Lincoln who just stepped in.“It worked.” Lincoln announced with a bright smile.“Oh, yeah?!” “Jeez! Yes!”They all smiled, helping Lincoln take his seat. His face was covered in bruises, they wouldn't help but wonder what happened.“What happened to your face, meh?” Sucre asked, scanning his face.Sara dropped a glass of water on the table for him, “I was wondering the same. What's with all the bruises?”Lincoln gulped the water at one go before sighing. “If you want something so good, you have to pay the price! No pain no gain.” He remarked. “Where is Byron?” He asked, scanning the warehouse as he couldn't see Byron anywhere.They all fell silent.Lincoln raised a suspicious brow before asking again, “What's wrong? Where is my cousin?”“He didn't say where he was going.” Sara sighed. “But with the
“Don't listen to him, Jack. Do your job.” Liam muttered with a cold look.Jack did a metal check on Byron then he said, “Hand me the keys! This obviously isn't your car! Don't make me repeat myself or things are going to get really ugly.”Those words got Byron frowning real good. “And it's obvious you've had too much to drink. Because only a drunk man would listen to a word from a lunatic!” He barked, indicating Liam as the lunatic.“Jokes on you then! I might just take drastic action if you keep insisting! This Rolls-Royce is worth more than 104.9 million dollars. There's no way in hell a pauper like you can afford such a thing except you stole it or you're about to steal it!” Liam sneered.Jack added, “My thoughts exactly! For all we know, the owner could actually be in the store!”Yvonne frowned, “What the…”“Say the fuck you want, I don't give two fucks! All I know is, this car is mine!”Liam and Jack burst out laughing almost immediately. Liam especially was hundred percent certa
“Talk to me! What the fuck is going on? Why are the cops here?!” She demanded an answer from Liam and Jack.“Mr. Bella,” Liam called calmly before pointing at Byron, “This pauper here stole one of our precious clients car keys and just as he was about driving their car out, I caught him in the process.” Bella shook her head in disappointment, “May I know who this customer is or evidence that a customer in there is the owner of this car?” Jack quickly added, “I have been looking at this angle for quite a while and I never saw this young man drive in with this car. He is simply a petty ass thief.”The manager didn't hesitate. Without warning, she raised her hands and gave both Liam and Jack a thunderous slap.Her left hand landed on Liam's cheeks while her right hand landed on Jack's, hitting them at the same time.“I will not let your foolishness cost me to lose my job!” She barked coldly before turning to face the cops, “I apologize for this trouble. My boss can't try to steal his c
“....In the news…. Mrs Smith was found dead in her apartment, about an hour ago… more updates will be brought to you shortly….” Sara ran her fingers through her hair then her eyes left the TV in front of her and darted over to Byron. “This is impossible.” Sucre and Lincoln said almost the same time.. “She can't be dead!” Lincoln frowned. As they all expressed their dissatisfaction about the news, Byron had an expressionless face, while going through his phone. “I'm sorry.” Sara tapped Byron's shoulder. “Why are you sorry?” Byron scoffed, zooming into the dead pictures of Beatrice online. “Well… she's your stepmom and….” “I never considered her family.” Byron cut her short, “If anything, she deserves what she got but it would have been more deserving if I was the one who squeezed life out of her the way she did with my father.” Byron explained. “The tape we got is useless.” Tbaj said, biting his lower lip hard. “I feel bad for Alex, how do you think she'd feel?” Sucre said out
Derek poured out the smoke in his mouth with bitter pain evidence on his face. Sophia, Alex and Richard all bowed their heads as he unleashed his anger.“So… you all wanna tell me you had no idea Byron was Miller Guidotti?!” He barked breathlessly. What a nice way to be surprised. He laughed out loud at the thought of being fooled by a person like Byron.He had always thought there was more to Miller Guidotti for not always showing up even on important meetings, aside from the fact that he prefers being emailed than receiving a call. Though whenever he calls, Miller Guidotti's voice was far different from the Byron's voice he was used to. He believed Byron must have used a settings on his phone to fool him with a different voice.‘Smart.’ He thought with a frown.Sophia and the rest shook their heads in fear. “Personally, I had no idea at all. I promise, Derek.” “None of us were aware.”“I would have been the first to let you know if I was, Derek.”“I swear! He looked nothing like B
“How much are we talking about here? A thousand? Million?” Franklin asked with a smile. It's going to take more than just mere pennies for him to work for the enemy even if he was no longer working for Derek.“A million dollars and more. But we have to meet up.” Franklin shook his head, “I need something from you. I'd be using that to do whatever job it is you want to carry out.”“Which is?” Byron asked.“The tape from Mrs Beatrice and also, one of the cards you took from the vault.” Franklin explained.“What do you need Beatrice's tape for?” Byron raised a suspicious brow.Franklin shrugged, “It's not useful to you. And I'd love to make some cash with it.” He explained, building Byron's interest even more.“We have a deal then.” Byron smirked, “There's a white statue of the Greek god in Crescent Park, I need you there in an hour.” Byron explained, “Do you have a brown suit?”“Yes.”“Wear it and a red tie. That way, we'd know who you are once we arrived.” Without waiting for a respon
The three men paused as they watched Franklin disappear into the lake. “They wanna drown the mic on him, just in case.” One of them said with a frown. In a few minutes, Franklin was out, walking on the other side of the lake, his clothes soaking wet. He felt disgusted walking with wet hair and clothes. “Hey, Mr. This is for you.” He heard a voice behind him then he turned and saw a little kid handing him something. He didn't care to see what it was, he quickly waved his hands at the kid, “Listen kid, go meet your Mama, I'm not interested.” He said harshly. “I'm not selling the phone. Some dude gave me 30 bucks to give this to the first wet guy I see.” As the kid explained, the phone started ringing, “Here.” The kid said once more then Franklin reached for it. As he placed the call close to his ear, the kid ran off. “You see the building in front of you?” Sucre said as soon as the call connected. “Yes, I see it.” “Go inside.” Sucre said. Franklin frowned, his palm form
“Shit!” Sucre dropped the call and immediately ran out of the building.Byron didn't take his phone, so they don't track it and now? He was over 40 minutes away from him! How would he get to him in time?He kept bumping into people but didn't stop running towards the building where Byron was.`Franklin walked close to Byron, reaching to collect it from his hands, “We should hurry. It's only a matter of time till Derek finds out we are in the same building together.” Byron moved his hands away, not allowing Franklin touch the tape or the card in his possession. “Who needs the tape? And where are you taking it to?” Franklin smiled, “Well I'm going to make sure the tape gets in the right hands, so…”“Whose?” Byron cut him short.Franklin swallowed hard, “A friend.” Byron cock a brow, “What kind of friend?” “He is an influential and powerful person. Does that answer your question?” “I need you for a job. This tape holds a lot that might break my sister.” Byron said calmly, “And if y