Frederick McCullough was sauntering the room with his hands behind him. He was nervous as he waited for information. Before him were his children, Edward, Eve, and Karen. They all watched him walk in circles. He was letting his anxiety get the best of him. Frederick couldn’t believe that Edward had made a deal with the Valdez cartel. That had been a terrible idea. Federick had tried so hard to stay away from them. The drug trafficking scheme still haunted him to this day, and he thought he had finally buried it. Now, he had lost his company to it and now his family name was being sustained with them once more. Frederick knew that Ernesto would be happy to see Edward. He had worked so hard to try to convince Frederick to come back, but Fredrick had blatantly refused. That didn’t stop him though. Ernesto had promised to expose his secret to the world which had frightened Frederick, but it had turned out to be a mere bluff. As he recalled this, he wondered if that was where Rylan had go
The huge computer screen lit up Rylan’s face as he gazed at them. He was still dressed in his white undershirt which had countless stains on them. After making sure everybody was safe, he left the club and returned home to find out who was behind the shootout. The video from the camera caught sight of many gunmen coming down from two vans just before gunning down his club. Rylan leaned back on his hair and sighed. He had been trying to track down the vans, but couldn’t. The cameras hadn’t caught sight of the plate numbers when they had arrived, and they had been destroyed during the shootout. It was pointless, and it made Rylan frustrated. There was no iota of sleep in his eyes. He was wide awake and active as he tried to trace down the men who had wreaked havoc on his club. If there was one thing Rylan was sure of, it was Frederick McCullough being behind all of these. He wanted his company back, but that wasn’t going to happen. Shooting down his club wasn’t going to change a thing
Detective Reynolds stepped out of the Acura and gazed at the big building before her. She was standing in front of Daystar Industries. Her hands were in the pockets of her brown leather jacket as she took in the building. It was gorgeous. It was by this that Jain finally understood Rylan’s cocky attitude last night. He had seemed egocentric just like every other rich billionaire she had faced in the past. With a building of this elegance, it was hard to stay humble. Jain shook her head and walked into the building. She was here to interrogate Rylan. Just a few questions was all she needed from him. That was it he would be willing to cooperate. It was hard for her to get some sleep last night, especially with the late-night call she got from Stanley. He had apologized for being a jerk. That was the second time in a row, but who was counting? There was something off about Rylan. When she found his file, her perspective on him changed. There was something she was hiding from the cops, a
“Why are we going in here,” Edward asked as Karen pushed him into the study room. “Because I need to talk to you in private,” she replied in almost a whisper. Karen looked at the hallway to make sure that no one had been following them. When the cost was clear, she shut the door and turned to her brother who was glaring at her with his arms folded. Edward was appalled by Karen’s behavior. He had never seen this from her. Maybe being away for almost ten years had changed her a lot. She was no longer that little girl that was always timid. She was bold and insightful which amazed him. But what frightened him was her secretive attitude. “What is going on, Karen?” Edward asked as he watched her walk past him. Karen ran her fingers through her black hair and sighed. She had called Edward back here to help them out, and it turned out to be a bad plan. There didn’t seem to be any progress like she had expected. This made her feel guilty. She may have just handed out her father’s compan
Eve McCullough stared at her reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair by the dresser. Her mind was racing with thoughts, particularly with how things were going on now. Her family was always keeping things from her which was appalling. She didn’t feel part of them anymore. The only time she got information was when there was a general meeting. Nobody came to talk to her. She felt used by everybody. It was absurd because she was always the one sought after while she was married to Rylan. They were always on her, telling her that Rylan was bad for her. She had finally heeded their advice and divorced him, but that finally seemed like a dreadful action. She could remember how mortified Rylan had felt at the dinner table when Frederick had announced that he was fired. Eve couldn’t do anything about it, and five days later, she had divorced him. It seemed like a good thing that time, but as she thought about it now, her mind was filled with doubts. Karen had been the one who insti
No. It couldn’t be true! Eve thought to herself. She was staring at her ceiling as she lay on her bed. It was daybreak now, and the morning sun bathed her room in all its glory, and Eve was okay in her thoughts. She could barely get any sleep last night. Her mind was filled with thoughts. How could she be blind to all of these? It had been obvious from the start but she couldn’t see it.Her family was using her just the same way Rylan did. It was hard to process. Were the documents she found on Rylan even true? She didn’t have a clue. Right now, she couldn’t believe anything. She had been suspicious about Karen offering to help her with Rylan. She should have known that it was all a trick. Even her father had a part to play. Eve gritted her teeth as she thought about this. He had let his hate for Rylan blind him and deny her of her happiness. He had fired Rylan and forced her to divorce him. Knowing that she wouldn’t budge, he had made Karen convince her with those documents on Rylan
Rylan slammed his hand on the punching bag and watched it. The punching bag that hung from the ceiling shook slightly. Rylan clenched his jaws and slammed his other fist on the punching bag once more. His hands which were concealed in boxer’s gloves were held close to his face now. This was the only way to beat the frustration he was feeling. He was exhausted from looking for information about the cartel. The information from Dayton was pointless. He couldn’t use it to find them. Rylan was running out of patience, he needed to exert his revenge on the cartel soon. He wanted it to be swift and easy. But that didn’t seem to be likely. The Valdez cartel seemed to be more dangerous than he thought. They just weren’t in Los Angeles but in other states such as Colorado, Texas, New York, and even Atlanta. It was crazy that Ernesto had built a cartel as big as that. Rylan was envious. He had the resources to do so, but there were many risks of having a long family of people to protect. It co
Rylan Daystar held the steering wheel tight as he stared at the road before. His eyes fell to the GPS in his dashboard and it displayed the address he had gotten from the anonymous tip. That had been five hours ago. Now he was speeding through the streets of Los Angeles in his black Lamborghini as he headed towards the address. Rylan’s mind was racing as he drove through the streets. He was having second thoughts about this. Who would be so kind as to send him the location of the most sought-after criminal in the state? It sounded like a trap and that was what Williams had told him just as he stepped into his car. That didn't matter to Rylan right now. He had to see for himself.He swerved into another street and his eyes fell on the GPS once more. The address that was currently pinned on the GPS became bigger with each stride Rylan’s car took. Rylan’s mind went back to the mail. Who could have possibly sent it to him? Who had such information on the cartel and had sent it to him inst