Peterson hissed. "Really? You want to talk something with me after sending me behind bars. Huh?!" Peterson sneered, grabbing the iron bars. "You really don't know how much I want to end you now because you've ruined my life." Duncan glanced at Abigail and chuckled. "I ruined your life? Nah. I think I should remind you that you changed my life by sleeping with my wife, having an affair with her, and almost trying to end me too before." "It's not my fault that your wife, Zinnia, considered you useless. She's a bitch, though. She threw herself on me. I should have known that it was all an attempt to get me to do anything for her while she gets good points and acknowledgment from her grandmother." "Whatever. Let's talk." "Are you deaf?! We've got nothing to talk about, so get out of here. Now." "Look, I just want to let you know that I know everything about your relationship with Tara or is it…Sarah, your half-sister who just killed herself am—" "W…what? How do you know?" Ignoring
Outside the cell, the mysterious figure glanced around, ensuring no witnesses lingered in the shadows. He then swiftly made his way through the dimly lit corridors, disappearing into the labyrinthine depths of the detention center. Back in the cell, Peterson's lifeless form lay sprawled on the cold floor, the gravity of the encounter sinking in. Suddenly, the cell door creaked open, revealing the returning figure of Duncan and Abigail."What the hell happened in here?" Duncan exclaimed, rushing to Peterson's side but cautious of touching him. Abigail gasped, covering her mouth in shock at the gruesome scene."He knew something, something important about Duncan," the mysterious figure's voice echoed from the darkness. Duncan's eyes narrowed, his gaze flickering between Peterson's lifeless body and the retreating shadow. "Who are you?""I am someone who ensures that secrets stay buried," the voice lingered before fading away. Abigail looked at Duncan with concern. "Do you know w
Laura creased her brows, growing more upset over Ma'am Luna's suspense until finally, Ma'am Luna said, "Laura, just forget about it. You don't need to know anything." "Mother, I do because I'm part of this too considering you've been involved.""No! Why can't you just be like George, your brother? He's not over-curious like you. Gosh, you want to know everything, and it's wrong." "Mother?""Just leave." She ordered, almost yelling. Outside the room, Duncan shut his eyes in annoyance over not getting to know the rest of the members of the Black Jones. He decided to leave before he got caught."Alright then." She rolled her eyes and left while Ma'am Luna sighed, rubbing her forehead. When Duncan entered the room, he met Zinnia sitting on the couch with a grimace."And where is my useless husband coming from?" She asked with a sneer. "You don't need to know." He eyed her and walked to the closet.Irked, she jerked up. "Do you know you're going to be representing the company to g
Karla, growing suspicious, muttered, "Why did Abigail leave to answer the call?" Duncan, emphasizing the need for privacy, responded, "Some matters require discretion, Karla." In Abigail's absence, Karla's gaze shifted between Duncan and Xia who was standing some meters away, searching for answers. The tension in the surroundings heightened until Abigail returned, offering an apology for the interruption.Karla, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, "Who was it?" Abigail hesitated for a moment before revealing, "It was my uncle." Karla, eager to know more, asked," Who's your uncle?" But Abigail remained silent, staring at her with an intensity that conveyed something else. Duncan, catching the weight of Karla's suspicion, looked at her with a knowing expression. "Karla, I know you think Abigail has secrets, but sometimes appearances can be deceiving. People have their reasons for privacy."Karla sighed, realizing Duncan's point. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just can't sh
As the call ended, Duncan turned to Karla, a mix of determination and concern in his eyes. "Karla, this is something I have to do. Trust me, I'll handle it. Just promise me you won't tell anyone about what's about to happen."Karla, reluctantly agreeing, nodded. "I promise, Duncan. But you better keep your promise to come back."With that, Duncan headed out hoping Karla would keep the promise she made to him, leaving Karla with a sense of unease. Outside the premises of the Walton Domicile, Duncan stepped into his waiting car, the engine humming as Jack, his personal guard, prepared to take him to the Lennart company as initially instructed. However, Duncan interrupted, "Jack, change of plans. Drop me off before Dot Woods."Jack, accustomed to such deviations, nodded and adjusted the route accordingly. The car cruised through the city, the streets gradually transforming as they neared the designated location. After a relatively long drive, Duncan instructed Jack to stop at a dis
The following day, Inside the hideout, Duncan entered to find Sarah, Walker, and the rest of the team armed and ready. They gathered around a table, maps and blueprints spread out before them.Walker acknowledged Duncan's arrival, "Duncan, we've been going over the plan again. Ready to lead?"Duncan, holding a map, replied confidently, "Let's do this. I'll lead the way." The group moved out, navigating cautiously through the dense woods toward Gregg's hideout. The atmosphere was tense, each step bringing them closer to the heart of Gregg's criminal operations. At Gregg's Mafia group hideout, the scene was a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation outside. Laughter echoed through a large, dimly lit hall where Gregg lounged on a rocking chair, engaged in conversation with Rhino, his friend. They discussed drugs and their illicit business, particularly women trafficking. Meanwhile, a woman seductively vied for Gregg's attention, earning his praises. As the discussion continued,
Getting just a few steps away from Gregg, Duncan tossed aside the man he held captive, his gun trained on Gregg. The dim light cast a sinister glow on Duncan's determined face as he pointed the weapon directly at Gregg. Gregg, seeing Duncan up close, recognized the face that had haunted his memories. "Archi, you're dead," he muttered, a mix of shock and defiance in his tone. Duncan, smirking at the misidentification, understood the confusion. Gregg shook his head, rephrasing, "You're not Archi, but..." His words trailed off as Duncan, with a calculated roll of the revolver, declared, "Your game ends today." Inside the hideout, the air was thick with the weight of their shared history, and the confrontation seemed inevitable. Duncan, resolved to bring justice, and Gregg, grappling with the unexpected twist, faced each other in a showdown that would unveil buried secrets. Meanwhile, outside the territory, Abigail cautiously made her way inside, attempting to understand the unf
Some hours later, In the elegant living room, tensions brewed as Marcus and Zinnia confronted Ma'am Luna. The air was thick with frustration and disapproval. The matriarch sat in the center, her figure composed despite the storm around her, with other family members occupying their own corners. Marcus, his anger palpable, launched into his tirade. "Grandmother, I can't fathom why you entrusted Duncan with such a crucial responsibility. He has proven to be nothing but a total loser. He skips work, doesn't show up on some days, and less than 24 hours before the presentation, he hasn't even shared the presentation with us. Last night, he returned home late, and this morning, he left early without a word. It's unacceptable." Zinnia, echoing her brother's sentiments, stepped forward. "I stand with Marcus on this, grandmother. Duncan's lack of seriousness is appalling. You've granted him undeserved privileges for too long, and he's taken advantage of both you and us." Lisa and Isab