Dismissing the disconcerting encounter, Tyler completed his purchases and left the boutique in a hurry as his men in black escorted him, making way for him through a crowd of journalists who came to ask questions and a sea of fans who wanted to take photos with Tyler Welensky, the heir to the entire
“Oh my God! Jerome? This can't be true!” He said in his mind. He had seen that exact tattoo somewhere on someone's hand and it was a total unexpected twist to see it on one of his security guards. “Fuck me!” he exclaimed in his mind. Tyler squinted his eyes trying to see clearly, that was the s
“What did you say?” Tyler watched him shifting backwards to sit on the bed, “hey dad.” he went and sat close to his father. “Spy!” Welensky said again, “Jerome is a fucking spy!” “Dad, what do you plan to do?” “It's all simple.” Welensky calmed down, crossed his hands behind him and walked fr
“What the fuck!” Tyler was shocked to see Jerome trying to Jump over the electrocuted fence in a rush. “Get him, I want him and he seems to have known already.” He ordered the other guards “Get him! Don't let him run away. Get that punk ass right now!” The air crackled with tension as Jerome sp
“Be careful, he doesn't care if he hurts anyone innocent, don't make him shoot.” Tyler's men moved cautiously, their eyes darting around as they tried to anticipate Jerome's next move. The crowd was a chaotic blur, people shouting and crying as they scrambled for safety. The chase was still on and
He abandoned the car, slipping through the gate and into the shadowy depths of the warehouse. “He's right there, let's get him now. We're gonna get him now!” Tyler's convoy screeched to a halt outside the loading dock. "Spread out," Tyler ordered, his voice steady despite the pain in his shoulder
“Quickly! Quickly!” Tyler and his team burst from the warehouse but were already too late as they could only see Jerome vanishing down the deep road with speed. As Jerome finally faded into the darkness, speeding away on the stolen motorcycle, Tyler's frustration boiled over “How could he get away
“We're ready boss! We're set for whatever’s coming.” The guards said as a renewed determination settled over them. They had a mission now, and they were ready to do whatever it took to make sure the Harl Group regrets ever messing with them. Three days had passed since their fruitless chasing of