Mila spent the rest of the day locked up in her room. She turned off her phone.No matter how much Grandmaster preaches against emotions, losing Dom was on another level of pain.To make matters worse, she did not even get the chance to see him, and she might not still get the chance to bid him his last farewell.She did not care about what would happen to her, afterall, she had already pissed Grandmaster to stupor earlier. She could not take back her words, but they weren't false either.*Knock, knock, knock.* "Open the door, Fabiola!" It was Pops knocking. This was probably like the fourth time that he'd come to her room.She was sitting upright on her bed, with her legs on the cold floor. Water dripped down from her hair, wetting her face and shoulders. She'd showered and not bothered to dry her hair. She needed the cold water on her body.She had been sitting in that same position for close to half an hour, reminiscing about her time with Dom. He was the one to punish her by The
Every law enforcement unit in the entire country was alerted, but they were given the ultimatum that the news should by no means, break out.Every detective or officer saw it as an opportunity to snatch a promotion and get in the good book of the Whites. Everyone was determined to put in everything to find The CEO.Meanwhile…..Flynn had taken a quick tour around the ranch and there was no person on it. He wondered who took care of the animals."Perhaps, he only comes in the mornings to send them out and in the evenings to get them back in." He thought.He could not wait for evening. He had to get back as soon as possible. Anything could have happened to the boss, and he'll obviously be held responsible.He was thirsty as fuck, but it did not stop him from trekking. He needed to find a place where he could make a call or or catch a ride back to the city.*******"We are sorry princess, but we've been ordered to lock you up?" One of the guards announced with his head looking to the f
It had been barely 5 hours since Brant was declared missing. Mrs White and his sister's were not yet aware of it.Mr White had made sure everything was done at Brantley's house.Everyone was being interviewed, mostly on anything or any suspicious activity that could have been going on around Brantley, or anyone who might have any interest in hurting him.While the cops were doing the official investigation by the books, Mr White had instructed Ron and Randy to carry out their own investigation.Randy knew that it had something to do with Fabiola, infact, he even thought that she'd kidnapped him.Somehow, all Brantley's call history was wiped out and erased from the network communication system."Whoever took him had it well planned out." Mr White leaned back on the sofa with a glass of soft champagne in his hand.He sat opposite the lead detective on the case."At this point, we might have to interview his friends…if he has any." The detective said."The only friend I know of is also
"I recognized a face on the cameras, you might want to see." Ron said."I'm sending you a picture."Still without disconnecting the call, Mr White minimized the screen and tapped open the message from Ron."This cannot be possible!" Mr White almost dropped his phone."Sir, is everything alright?" An officer approached him.He swallowed a huge lump of saliva, drew in a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself before turning to face the officer."Yes, everything is fine." He replied in a shallow voice.His brain was in shambles, he was trying to connect the dots that just did not match up right now."You don't look ok, should I get you water or anything…?" The young officer asked.Mr White lost it, "My son just disappeared for absolutely no reason, no ransom call, nothing…and you expect me to be alright?" Mr White yelled at the young man, causing him to unconsciously take a step back."I'm sorry. I'll be around, if you need anything." The officer stated politely and left."Hello
"Young Ma'am, I am sorry, but you need to go back to your cell." She turned slowly to face the owner of the voice."I'll give you two options, either you face me or you pretend as though you did not see me." She smiled widely. The guard shivered and unconsciously took a step back in fright.He blinked a couple of times, and swallowed a lump of saliva, "I…I am so..sorry, Young Ma'am, but my orders were to…" He choked on his words when she lynched her four fingers on his oesophagus…viper style.She did it the second time.He staggered backwards, "Wrong answer!" She grabbed his neck and held it tightly, quietly putting the guy to sleep.She continued on her way, but she did not take the path heading to the old cellar in the garden's shade. Instead, she went the opposite direction. This way led to the basement of the main house.She took her time, looking through each door and corridor, to make sure that she did not meet any unwanted visitors.The guards mostly loittered outside the p
"I need your help." She said, trying to catch her breath."With what?" "Moving a body?" She replied plainly.His eyes bulged open, "you killed somebody?" Dom asked in surprise.Not that it was strange for her to do something like that, but she always needed solid motives.She rolled her eyes, "I said, move a body and not move a dead body," She corrected."Come on, let's hurry up." She led him through the back door. Briefly told him about Mr Walborn, but ignoring who he really meant to her. She told him about the man being watched and being scared.Dom promised to take care of whoever it was.He helped her carry Mr Walborn and place him on the bike…well, she had to push the bike with Mr Walborn on it all by herself though.Dom was a man of little patience.He met her later on out of the mansion."Oh, so did you find out who the lookout was?" She asked."Yeah I did.""And…?" She tilted her head questioningly."Oh, he would not cooperate so I killed him." Dom stated nonchalantly."You b
She parked a good number of blocks away from the given location.She grabbed the bag with weapons and strapped it on her shoulder, a shotgun in hand.It was already night. Despite the streets being illuminated with streetlights, she still walked through the dark alleys without raising any alarm.She had used 3D mapping to survey the arena and knew exactly where to be and when.There was another tall building approximately 2km away, that was where she decided to set up her sniper mount, at the top of the building.She knew that Grandmaster must have probably followed her. So before they got here and found her, she needed to be done with everything."A fuck'in safe house!" She cursed out loud.She adjusted the range on her rifle so that she could see the images clearly.The lower level of the building held civilians, so whatever was gonna go down today, she knew that she needed to be less reckless.Her aim was to pinpoint Brantley's exact position…which of course she did not succeed.Sh
Randy left the convoy on foot and decided to take a survey around the Bundermann house. He looked at the neighboring streets too.That was when he noticed that there was something heated up going on at the adjacent street. He loited around and noticed The Grandmaster.He first laid eyes on the Grandmaster by accident. He did not know much about the man and he did not care, all that he knew was that he was the Master of the underground world.This was not the time to have a clash with that type of personality.Despite it being just past 8pm, the streets automatically become deserted.Mr White knew exactly why he decided to show up in military trucks. Everyone believed that there was a high profile investigation going on, hence they all went indoors, while others decided to go about minding their business while secretly pitying whoever it was that they were after."Sir, The Grandmaster is here too." Randy reported back to Mr White."Where?" Mr White asked. "He's here with his entourage,