Bryan sat on the beach, he was looking out at the sun through his sunglasses. And no, he wasn't on some high priced vacation that he badly wanted and deserved, no, he was there to meet someone."Hello," he said as he kicked up the phone immediately it rang. It was a call from Benjamin and he had information for him. "Master, there has been a new Intel, hw might not be in the hotel," he said. Bryan had a smile on his face because he'd already found that out at least a good hour before his general did. There was a reason he was the leader of the army for the five years that he'd been with them. He was the smartest, the most intuitive and he could give up his life for his team and the mission if it ever called for that. But with his wisdom and power, Bryan was able to win every battle almost effortlessly and take victory. "What did you find?" He asked, merely humoring Benjamin when he already knew where the target was. "We think he might be on his way to the beach or he's gotten there
Bryan followed Raymond closely behind in his vehicle as they drove down the quiet highway. In a few minutes, they turned to the metropolis, a good distance from the beach and we were able to locate a little restaurant nestled in the edge of the city. It looked like a bed and breakfast as many people strolled out looking sleepy in pajamas and flip-flops. Raymond got out of the car and slammed the door rather aggressively as he stepped into the sun.Turning to look at the car, he spread his hands at Bryan, asking him wordlessly if he wasn't coming out of the car. "Could we just get this over with?" He asked loudly. Bryan stepped out of the car and looked around, the whole parking lot was almost vacant. Just a beat-up old truck parked at the corner of the garage, right beside the signpost. He walked to the porch and a portly old lady welcomed them both with a wide smile. "Welcome, gentlemen, would you love a room?" She asked hopefully. Raymond chuckled at her question and turned his n
Under the heat of the July sun, Bryan couldn't have felt more surprised at the story he heard. He tried to school his expression to remain neutral as he nodded at what Raymond said as if it was the most normal thing he'd ever heard. Not only was Dagma missing, but she was threatening to cheat on him too with a certain photographer/artist that she's been fraternizing with recently. According to Raymond, they all met at the gallery and the man came over to the house to give them a couple of portraits once or twice. She'd liked his work and automatically hired him as the family photographer but little did he know that there was more to it. The same night that she was taken, she'd confronted Raymond with the information that she liked the photographer and since Raymond wasn't ready to be a father then she might as well have 'fun' while they still waited for it out."She's a rich girl, she's used to that kind of life and I can't stop her," he'd added with a shrug as Bryan couldn't help b
Bryan has a look on his face as Zeke also mentions that he believes his nephew-in-law was responsible for Dagma's kidnap. "Why would you think Raymond kidnapped his wife?" He asked. Zeke shrugged, "Because he is a no good piece of shit that does nothing but preys off the Gudling family, that's why," he replied quite scornfully. Bryan could tell that the bad blood between both men ran a little deep. While Raymond believed it was because marrying Dagma had ruined his chances of ever taking over from Derek since she was now married and her husband - being himself - could act as the new heir of the empire, Zeke on the other hand believed that Raymond could never become the heir no matter what. "Don't you think since Dagma is his only ticket to being a part of the Gudling family he would be a lot more protective of her? We all know how fiercely protective Derek is of his daughter, why would Raymond take such a risk when he knew he'd been suspected?" Bryan asked. Zeke hissed under his br
The barman seemed pleased with the dollar bills in his pocket and he went as far as giving him access to the VIP section, "You'll have to tip off the doorman too," he whispered to Bryan who rolled his eyes but also gave a few dollars to the doorman.He walked inside the VIP section and sat at the farthest corner of the club. The music there was milder compared to the music in the regular section. The girls that served drinks were a little less dressed and more exposed and the light was a lot dimmer too. Bryan was still looking around for the men they'd met in the parking lot when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was about to pick it up when he heard a loud laughter to his left. "Hello, Benjamin, I'm in the VIP section, I have to go, I just found our guys," he said and ended the call. Bryan rose from his seat as he caught sight of the men, he didn't want to miss them in the dark club so he carefully followed them with his eyes as they walked through a set of double doors
Just as they stopped outside the club, Benjamin was the first person to notice that their car was surrounded by men dressed in black with bats. "We're being ambushed," Benjamin said as he looked around and noted that all the men from the club had formed a circle around them. Henry stepped out of the club with a busted nose, his hands cupping his nose where Bryan had given him a counter punch. "You think the manager of the club can save you from what you're about to get?" He sneered at Bryan. "I don't need anyone saving me," Bryan replied with a calm look. At once, Henry snapped at him, "We are outside the club, so don't think the manager will come in and stop my men from beating you to a stupor. Whatever happens outside the club is none of his business, and you have no idea how many dead bodies have hit the pavement of these roads! Dead bodies of men like you who don't know who they're messing with," he sneered. At that time, Benjamin had already taken his stance and was ready to f
A fancy Ferrari was parked outside Derek Gudling's mansion the next day as Bryan pulled into the compound. Although his last visit hadn't been very smooth, he noticed that the guards didn't send him away or ask him to identify himself as he drove through the gates. It was obvious that somehow lord Derek knew he would come back and whenever he did, he too would be ready to talk. There was something oddly familiar about the car parked in front of the house. "I've seen this ride before," he muttered to himself as he closed his car door and walked through the threshold. The guards all bowed to him respectfully - another indication that they all now feared him from the previous day when they were punished by their master for disrespecting him. And it also told Bryan that he never got to debrief the guards again. "Where is lord Derek?" He asked softly and the guard quickly pointed him at the small bar at the side of the house. Bryan could still recall the last time that he'd been there
Bryan stood before the sternest faces he'd ever seen in a very long time. Mae, Claire's aunt as well as Juliet and Uncle Tom were all gathered in the living room. Claire sat right beside her mother who had a bitter and disappointed look on her face. She was glaring at Bryan openly like he would end up embarrassing her family again. "Are you going to keep us here all day?" One of the men that gathered, an uncle of Claire snapped. Tom looked at him with a nasty scowl on his face, "Some of us are busy and we have what to do!" He snapped. "We are waiting for grandfather Maxwell, it's not Bryan that is keeping us," Claire said as she noticed that all her relatives were ganging up on her husband. "Shut up, Claire. Who told you to speak when the older people are talking?" Freda snapped at her."She wasn't raised well. I know it is people like you who raise daughters who turn out to be a nuisance in society," Mae said and turned her nose down. "I wasn't speaking with you, Mae. You're no