“Again!” Tyler's fitness instructor, Sam ordered, urging him on.Focusing all his rage and energy into the next punch, he directed it at the punching bag in front of him watching it go back from the force that he used. “Good enough?” Tyler panted, rolling his knuckles.Sam didn't respond at first, glancing at his wristwatch before nodding. “Yeah, that was a great throw but I reckon that I can make you better.”Already, his shoulder blades were hurting. “How?”“You need to put in the work, I noticed that lately you've been distracted. You need to put that into this and get back in shape after all that's why you're paying me, isn't it?”Tyler sniffed. “Yes.”“Great.” Sam patted him on the back. “As long as we are on the same page then. I think you need to run in more practices, at least extend this for 30 minutes.”“Uh-huh…” Tyler bent down to drink water when he spotted his phone buzzing from his gym bag.Distracted, he picked it up watching the message that flashed across the screen.
Tyler's eyes narrowed as he headed towards the car, his mind felt heavy and like a big burden. His hands tapped his phone hurriedly, and Tyler felt worried. David's text was like a giant sword hanging above his neck, spurring him into action. Tyler hurriedly dialed Jackson's number, "Jackson we have a problem," Tyler yelled, he hurriedly opened the car before sliding behind the wheel. "What happened? Are there any new developments?" Jackson's voice was urgent. Tyler quickly explained everything to him, while also reading out David's note. His hands holding the cell phone trembled, evidence of the tension he felt. "What do you mean she's being moved?" Jackson asked his voice holding traces of confusion that mirrored mine."It's David, he sent this text. He must've just found out," Tyler replied tensely, his eyes staring out the window, lost in thought."We need to head over there, now," Jackson said. "Or it could be a trap to lure us in," Tyler added his voice betraying how tense
"What are we doing here?" Tyler asked, wanting to know. "We're here to meet someone and she's not the type of someone you see easily," Jackson replied, he gazed pointedly at a man who stood in front of a metal door. Tyler shook his head, "I'm sorry I don't follow…” "It's…" Jackson was about to speak when the man approached us. His eyes were hidden under his dark sunshades. "Madam Leona will see you now," the man spoke to Jackson. He turned and left, leading the way.Jackson and Tyler exchanged a glance before standing up to follow behind him. As they walked past the iron door and into a corridor, they descended, going down a flight of stairs. They soon got to a metal gate which they searched thoroughly before being allowed to pass through. This was the base of operations for the illegal dealings of Bensons and Gray. The club was merely a front to attract potential customers who would want things aside from what was on the menu. As they were about to enter, Jackson warned, "Just
Katerina's eyes fluttered open, she stared around the room in a daze. Where the hell was she? She wondered.She tried moving but the jiggle of chains told her she was confined to the bed. An IV stand with a half-empty IV bag was placed beside her, the little rubber pipe was strapped to her. A spliting pain raged in her temple and Katerina couldn't help but close her eyes and her memories came flooding back. Images of the knife, the blood, and even Mark's squeal of pain filled her mind, making her tremble uncontrollably. Katerina's eyelids trembled as a feeling of hopelessness welled up within her. She'd lost her one chance of escaping, she'd blown it and Mark wasn't going to let his guard down around her again. He'd said so himself…he'd never trust her again.If he'd gone as far as causing a hideous injury and pain to her, who knows what he could do next…Katerina thought, a chill crawling up her spine.Mark's behavior was a clear indication that he'd lost it, he was willing to d
The hall was brightly lit, the incandescent bulbs shone directly overhead. The hall was huge, it was lavishly decorated. A Persian rug adorned the floor, the furniture was all antique, and several well-renowned paintings decorated the walls. An elderly man sat quietly on a massive antique chair, it was like a throne and he was the king. He was smoking a fat Cuban, and staring into space absentmindedly. A man dressed in a suit suddenly rushed in, his sudden entrance snapping the old man out of his daze. "What's the matter, Laurent?" He snapped impatiently, "You know I hate being disturbed during my alone time." he tapped his Cuban lightly on an ashtray as he spoke."Mr. Giorgio, there's been a surprising development," Laurent explained as he stopped, standing meters away from Giorgio. Giorgio's expression remained unfazed, "Spit it out, then." he waved his hand dismissively, and he took another drag of the Cuban."We've received reports…" Laurent began, choosing his words carefully
As they walked down the hallway, Laurent stayed behind, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.Laurent shuddered with fear as he stared at Heinze with wide eyes. Giorgio chuckled at the sight, "Take the bags downstairs," he waved his hand, dismissing Laurent. Laurent breathed a sigh of relief, his tense features relaxing as he hurriedly packed up the suitcases and took them away. "You should get another assistant," Heinze spoke up, his eyes staring in the direction where Laurent had gone."This one's a pussy." Heinze's eyes flashed, revealing his disdain, clearly he wasn't impressed by Laurent's behavior. Giorgio chuckled, not minding Heinze's language. "He's useful, never mind him. We have important matters," Giorgio's face turned serious. "Katerina's been kidnapped, I just found out the news." "What!" Heinze's expression flickered for the first time, just goes to show how shocked he was. Heinze was one of the few, if not only people that knew the significance of Katerina to
Giorgio's lips curled up but his eyes were ice cold as he glared at Anna. "Last chance," Giorgio warned, his voice lowered dangerously. "Never, Giorgio. You're pushing it," Anna snapped, her eyes staring daggers at Giorgio, "You…" "Anna, it's okay." Thomas stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder, his eyes locked on Giorgio. "You should go get Tyler ready so we'll head home. I'll speak to Giorgio here." Anna wanted to refuse but she nodded after exchanging glances with Thomas. She gave Giorgio one final death glare before she stormed out of the study. Giorgio's face grimaced, holding back his anger, he stared at Thomas. "You need to speak to your wife, Thomas. We're all on the same side you know." Giorgio forced a smile as he spoke.Unless it was absolutely necessary, Giorgio wouldn't want to cut off Thomas and Anna.In his eyes, they were important assets that he would use to build his empire. That was why Giorgio was willing to tolerate Anna's snappish attitude.As long
The ringing of the phone pierced the air, waking Giorgio from his slumber. He hurriedly picked up the phone. "Hello?" His voice was hoarse from sleep. "We have a big problem," Heinze spoke over the line, his voice was tense and urgent. "Get out of bed right now. I'm on my way.""What? What's happened?" Giorgio's brows furrowed, his voice sounding sharper as the grogginess cleared but Heinze had already ended the call. Giorgio jumped out of bed, his eyes were still bloodshot. He dressed quickly, pulling on some clothes."Darling, what's the matter?" A soft voice came from behind him, a blonde head peeked out from underneath the bedcovers. Giorgio's face softened imperceptibly, "Something came up, they're coming to brief me." He walked to the side of the bed and leaned in, pecking her on the cheek. "Get some sleep, I'll be back soon." She was his wife, Elizabeth. Elizabeth nodded her head slowly, her eyes were heavy with sleep, "Don't stay out too long." she muttered before retreat