Back in his younger days, Ernesto Valdez was a smart, intelligent, fast, and cunning man. Those were the attributes that made him what he was today. One of the biggest names in the whole of California. He had worked so hard to build his wealth from nothing. And when he had everything he wanted, he had formed this big family. The family that terrorized the streets of Los Angeles; The Valdez cartel. Laying on his sick bed and writhing in pain, Ernesto had never thought for once he would end up like this. He was always so careful about his whereabouts and who he saw. If someone ever became a liability, he would cut them off immediately. That was his way, and that was the way he had taught his son, Daniel. Sensing that his time to step down was almost here, he hoped that his son had learned sternly of the consequences of his actions. And that he would be able to carry on his legacy. The dream was to have a family in every city in the country. And so far, they only had ten. New York, Det
When Rylan got the message from Daniel Valdez, he found it hard to believe. First, he wondered how possible it was for him to reach him. And two, he was suspicious of the fact that Daniel wanted to meet him at the club he had brought that. The club was back in session now, and it was packed better than before. Rylan had feared the attack on the club which had cost him investors and also customers but that wasn’t the case. It seemed the news of the Valdez cartel being taken down had made everyone feel safe once again, and they owed it to Rylan. He had been the only one brave enough to stand up for himself. Everyone else in the city was used to the cartel taking whatever they wanted and also bullying them in the process. That wasn’t Rylan’s persona. He had been bullied in the past by his ex-in-laws, and that had taught him a valuable lesson. There was no way he was going to sit back and let other people do whatever they wanted while he was here. That was why he had chosen to help peopl
Everything had gone from zero to a hundred in a split second. Rylan Daystar and Daniel Valdez had decided to sit out and talk out their differences. At least that was what Rylan had thought. Now they all had their guns pointed at each other. Daniel was flabbergasted at how Rylan had been able to move so swiftly. In a flash, he had turned the loss into a victory. Daniel knew that if he opened fire, it would first end in his demise before his men followed suit. He couldn’t risk another loss again. They had already lost too many men in their last battle. There was no need for any more bloodshed. Rylan stared tentatively at Daniel. He was hoping he would pull the trigger. From the way he held his gun, Rylan knew his first shot was going to be off target. While he had his guns perfectly aimed at him and one of his men. It would be sad that Daniel would be the first to die. He was watching the other man with the corners of his eyes. He was yet to make any move. Rylan could see sweat gather
“Goodnight, Detective,” Stanley said, wearing his gray coat. Jain watched him from her desk. “Goodnight, Rogers,” she responded. Stanley turned to her fully dressed and nodded with a smile. “Don’t stay up too late,” he said. “You should get some rest. I know it’s been a tough few weeks.”Jain flashed a fake smile and nodded. “I will.”Stanley smiled back and turned around, leaving the precinct. Jain didn’t take her eyes off him until he was gone. She sighed in relief and looked at Jack at the file before her. There were two. One on Rylan, and the other on Ernesto Valdez. She was trying to put the pieces together. What would have started a war between them? Though Rylan was well known in the steers, he didn’t cause too much trouble the way the Valdez cartel did. He was always silent and barely got his hands dirty. At least that was what she had thought until the attack on the Valdez’s hideout. It had been a massacre and there were about forty deaths. Jain had seen a massacre like
Rylan Daystar poured some scotch into his glass and took a sip. He was back home now and was satisfied with how things had gone with the Valdez cartel. He had successfully tamed them. It would be hard for them to go against him again. It was sage to say that the city was all in his hands now. Rylan shook his head and smiled to himself. He had been able to kill two birds with one stone. With the cartel out of the way now, he could focus on other things which were the police and Lana’s case. He hadn’t heard from Lana since she had left, and he couldn’t deny the worrisome feeling he felt for her. Dayton was keeping watch on her every day of the week, and his reports were all the same. She was just living a regular life. It seemed she had finally detached herself from the Casino shareholders. With what he had in store for them, he was happy that she wasn’t part of them anymore. Now he could execute his plans perfectly. Now a black undershirt with the sleeves folded, he walked out of th
Rylan Daystar stepped out of his black Mercedes and straightened his clothes. He was dressed in a black suit and a white undershirt once more. His most iconic wear. The afternoon sun was hot and Rylan looked around to make sure he was in the right place. He wasn’t surprised to learn that Tristan had moved to the hills. Tristan Montreal, his best friend, was a tech wizard. He was one of the best in the country. Rylan knew if he showed Tristan his digital room, Tristan would be intrigued. He had tried convincing Tristan more than a couple of times to work for him, but Tristan had refused. He wanted to be independent and Rylan respected his decision. Now he was successful. All this was himself. Rylan looked at his car in the driveway of Tristan’s house, specifically at the window as he tried to see his reflection. When he was okay with his appearance, he walked towards the porch. Rylan rang the doorbell and waited patiently. When Rylan had brought up Tristan’s name, Williams wasn’t to
The feeling of Deja vu struck Edward McCullough, as he found himself in the backseat of a moving vehicle with his face being covered. He was headed to see Ernesto Valdez once more. He had seen the news and was aware of what was going on. How could Rylan have gotten through to the cartel? There was nobody who would have known the residence of the cartel. They were very careful with who they worked with. Edward felt this was all his fault. He had put the cartel at risk by involving them with Rylan. It seemed that Rylan wasn’t stronger than he had expected. He had managed to take away their company and also take down the Valdez cartel. It was a stunning achievement in all honesty. But it was an achievement Edward couldn’t acknowledge. Daniel Valdez had called him over to discuss with him. Edward was thinking it was about a new strategy. The last one had felt woeful. It had ended up in the cartel getting hurt and Edward getting agitated. Maybe it was best they took out Rylan finally. It
Edward didn’t know where to begin. He was disappointed in himself and also felt mortified. The whole family was depending on him, and he had messed up. This wasn’t how he predicted things to turn out. In his mind, he had assured that everything would be fine. The cartel would successfully destroy Rylan and they would get their company back. But that was all a dream. And as all dreams died when you woke up, this one did too. As Karen walked into the living room, he was reminded of the promise he had made to her. He had assured her that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that Rylan was going to return the company to them. But that had failed. Karen had placed her trust in him, and he had let her down. Edward gulped hard as he watched her take a seat on the couch. The last person to come into the room was Federick. He walked in with his hands on the pockets of his pants and with a grim look on his face. With his company gone, and nothing much left for him, he had d