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
In the dimly lit room was a round table with all the casino shareholders seated. Seth was present and he was contemplating what to do with Rylan. His last statement at their previous meeting had raised a few eyebrows. He knew that some of them here were uncomfortable with having to get rid of Rylan, but it was the best plan they could come up with. If they couldn’t take Rylan down, there wouldn’t be a casino left for them. It was the best option they had. Five nights ago, Rylan’s club had been attacked, and some of them felt it was him. That was the genesis of the tension in the room. It seemed nobody here trusted each other which was detrimental to their plans. If trust couldn’t be rebuilt soon, it would be best if they kissed the casino goodbye. “Did you guys hear about Rylan’s club being completely gunned down?” Noah Sutton asked. “Yeah, I did,” another man said. Seth’s eyes went to him. It was Cody Hawthorne. A dirty blonde-haired man with a funny mustache but brilliant brown
Lana Pierce was like a goddess in human form. Her slender olive skin, short black hair and hazel green eyes all together made her look like she was an anomaly to nature. She was stunningly gorgeous and her high cheekbones gave her face a menacing look. She was always so calculative and knew how to sense danger. That was one of her strong attributes. When Lana had heard of Seth’s plan to take down Rylan, she backed down immediately. It wasn’t something she would want to do. Taking down the billionaire who was planning to take down your casino was one of the most obvious murder crimes ever. It wouldn’t take long for the police to discover them, and Lana didn’t want to be a part of it. That was why she was in one of the elevators in Daystar Industries heading towards the top floor. She was planning to meet Rylan and report this to him. He had to know about this. If they were planning to murder him, he at least should be away. Lana’s fragile conscience wouldn’t let her become a part of
“What are we going to do about her?” Noah asked. Seth stroked his chin as he thought of this. Lana had stormed out of the meeting after she had refused to cooperate with them. It felt like she was going against them. This worried Seth. She could ruin everything. “What if she tells the cops?” Cody asked, barely hiding the fear in his voice. Seth sighed and rubbed his eyes as he contemplated what to do. There was no way that Lana was going to do that. Though she was against them presently, he knew her for being reserved. She wouldn’t just go to the cops and without any evidence. She was very calculative of whatever she did. “Don’t worry about that,” Seth replied. “I don't think she will, and if she does, there’s no evidence she has to back up the allegations. She will be sued for defamation. I’m very familiar with you Lana. She wouldn’t do anything stupid.”“So we just let her go?” Noah asked, and for the first time, his voice sounded a bit hasty. Seth shrugged. He didn’t know what
Could it be true? Rylan thought to himself. A strange woman had come into his office a few hours ago to warn him about an intended murder. It was supposed to be his murder. Rylan hadn’t seemed fazed by this when she had first told him, but things about it now brought him great worry. There was doubt that the casino owners wouldn’t be pleased with the fact that their business would have to be shut down. And coming after him was justified. But that wasn’t going to change his mind. There was no room for them in his plans, and so they would have to move away. That was the only solution. Now sitting in his huge living room, Rylan crossed his legs and leaned further on the couch. He was staring at the fireplace which wasn’t lit. He had just returned from work, and his suit jacket lay on the couch. The sleeves of his undershirt were folded, and he had a glass of scotch in his hand. What could he do about them? Rylan had no idea. It seemed like every new week, there was a different threat
A black Lamborghini swerved into the driveway of the estate and Rylan Daystar stepped out of the vehicle. In his hands were two grocery bags as he headed towards the porch. The door opened just in time and Williams stepped out getting the bags from him. Rylan took off his suit jacket and followed Williams into the kitchen. He was exhausted and it was written plainly on his face. Williams noticed this when he first came home. Rylan had been working overtime to fulfill his dreams, and Williams often wondered if all of the sleepless nights were worth it. Rylan’s life has been eventful since he returned to Los Angeles. It seemed like he was a magnet for trouble. Every time, there had to be something going on. And right now, they had four people coming after him; the police, The McCulloughs, the cartel, and now the casino owners. It was tough that Rykak hadn’t succumbed to the pressure of living his life on the edge. It seemed like presently, any day could be his last. Williams kept the
Lana looked like a Greek goddess dressed in a white gown with good embroideries decorating it. Her short black hair and hazel eyes shone under the chandeliers that lit the hall. In her hand was a glass of champagne and on her face was a flirty smile as she scanned Rylan. He didn’t look bad either. He was looking gorgeous in that vanilla suit and it made her want to lick it off him. He was stunning as she expected. There was something about his amber eyes that pulled her closer to him constantly. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was irresistible. “Rylan Daystar,” she said in a flirtatious voice.Rylan smiled and took a sip of his champagne glass. He never knew that Lana would look so stunning. “My, my. You look outstanding, Mrs. Pierce,” Rylan complimented. Lana scoffed. “You don’t look bad either,” she confessed. “I’m flattered.”Lana chuckled. “I presume you haven’t forgotten the reason for your attendance, sir?” Williams' voice sounded from the comms. “Shut up, Williams,”