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 from
33 "We'll need to ask Jerome some questions," Welensky said finally. "Find out what he knows about the Harl Group's plans." “And what if he doesn't want to speak?” Tyler asked. “Then we move to plan B.” ****** “Why is it so fucking dark in here? These pathetic people really don't have enou
Finally, the moment they'd all be waiting for, Welensky returned, carrying with him the Quilion. The lights pulsed rhythmically, casting a faint glow around the room. “What the fuck is that?” Jerome really needed an answer to understand what was going on at that point. His eyes widened as he took
“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.
He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the evening over and over in his mind. The near-kiss with Bella, the shocking news from his father, the weight of the responsibilities that now rested on his less experienced shoulders. It was completely overwhelming, but he knew he coul