Chapter 10

Third POV

Matteo sat on a sofa in his basement in one of his secret mansions in the US waiting for his men to bring back his fiancee. From time to time, he was calling, getting to know their location while swearing in mumbles. 

“Harvey is going to get what he deserves soon, now he's making the cops track us. They claimed he said something out, critical information that spread around.” 

One of his men bent over with a worried look. “Sir, then we should be more alert lest they go after Alisa, we would double our men.” 

This suggestion made sense in Matteo, he turned, looking in awe of the man who said this to him. 

“Thanks, but I already have my men and alert. Should there be any case of stalking, they are experts in this, they would report.” Matteo said. 

“But don't you believe that this report might have come from someone we know?” His right hand man asked again and he stood up slowly, shooting fierce glances his way which got him stepping back in fright. 

“Boss? Boss?” He fidgeted seeing Matteo rise in anger, stepping towards him. He began to wonder what he said wrong. On the verge of despair, Matteo spoke out. 

“Are you this useless? You don't even get to read our news channel because if you did you would know where this is coming from.” 

“What? I–” 

Charlie had been recruited newly from the clerical department, he was just a secretary, typing into the system, in German language and one other strange language he couldn't tell about. Once the keyboard and the letters were just ready he would type into them. This was his job. 

His core discipline was to never ever check the meaning of the write-ups he typed, now he had been pushed into being the boss’ assistant, he couldn't help. That non-chalant attitude was still there. 

“I'm so sorry, boss.” He apologized, nearly falling to his knees. “The mistake was from the nature of my previous job. Don't take it out on me please, I'll be checking and alert from now henceforth.” 

Matteo sneered, returning back to his seat. 

“My source of report traces back to Harvey, our new prey although he's not the one who went to report.” Matteo relayed to him. “We'd warned him not to say anything to anyone, now we are hearing reports about one Steve, a cop he talked about my wife to.” 

“A secret agent or for the cops?” Charlie asked, freezing when Matteo turned again with a wired gazed, linking up his previous mistake. Charlie guessed he wasn't supposed to ask this. 

“I just don't happen to know a man called Steve.” He stammered. Matteo smirked, switching his gaze back to the night nature. 

“Charlie,” the most senior agent of Matteo said. “Your attention is needed in the weapons room, our men are stepping out on an operation. You have supervision.”

He lifted his face to the sky, this is what he had been waiting for. To escape his frightening boss, before he comes next close to him, he would learn all the learnables. 

Harvey had begun to pack from where he was, his was a little packing of the most cherished mobile belongings he would be able to carry, he would need to return to work in the morning and would ultimately be at this apartment. 

He flipped his hands down, dropping his head with a loud groan. The thought of ever coming back here filled him with frustration. 

Now his thoughts began to conjure up thoughts of the police headquarter making out an apartment for him, changing his line of duty to a non-combatant where he won't have to step outside, then reporting Matteo to them. 

His blood boiled, his chest bubbled with the kind of excitement he hasn't felt before. “This could be the new way out.” He whispered to himself. 

“I can sleep for the night, then go peacefully in the morning to report.” 

He'd met with a decision but still his heart was stumped. Something evil might happen to me tonight. 

His mind was changed. He dressed up with that pulse raging harder knowing that this night could change his fate and he would be regretting why he didn't do the right thing at the right time. 

Things could change in a moment. 

The tension as he was about to step out leaked from his veins, spreading into his chest. Harvey felt like he was being watched. Even inside of the residence here, he felt one of the bike men had stayed back, hiding somewhere to watch and was going to pick up his phone to call his men that he was escaping. 

Harvey shook his head, brushing off the persistent thought. “Whether that person is looking or not, I'm leaving this residence tonight to report.” 

The moment he stepped out, grabbing a cab, he released a sigh of relief. 

“Police headquarters.” 

“Alright sir,” the man muttered. 

The ride went on in silence till halfway to the police headquarters. 

“I hope you aren't trying to report us?” 

Harvey peed in his pants, her he jerked to his side, sitting on one ass, trying to process what he just heard. 

An imagination? 

No! It wasn't. 

It wasn't. 

The cab driver smiled, continuing the drive. “So the boss sent people to stalk me?” His heart nearly dropped.

“I–” Words left him, leaving his mind blank. “I never expected you guys would go as far as picking up a taxi to stay in wait at my residence.”

“You're a cop, you should know better.” The driver responded in the most indifferent way, focusing on the road. 

Silence. 

“Are you still going or not? I wasn't sent here to talk with you but to let you know what the boss wanted me to ask you.” 

“What if I didn't get into your taxi, how would you be able to ask me such a question?” 

“If you didn't get into the first taxi, you would certainly get into the second, third, fourth or fifth.” 

“Wait! Were you guys lying in wait and you didn't know?”

“You think we're like you?” The driver sneered. “We are more cautious, that's why none of your colleagues have been able to catch up with us.”