MasukSAMUEL“Sir, your flight has been booked, you leave tonight at seven.” My PA reported, when I talk told I could resume travel I was the happiest. Mostly because I missed my girlfriend so much. The distance had been killing me. I asked my PA to get me on the next flight to London; I wanted to surpris
Two Months LaterLUKEMy phone vibrated on the table indicating and incoming call. I flipped it over and checked. It was one of my men, they had been gone for two months now looking for the guardian and the boy. It was the first time making contact since they had been gone. I got a little excited, m
OLIVIAIt could only be Luke, only my dad would be thinking of such a thing at such a crucial time. We needed to come up with solutions to our problems but the only one he ever had was eliminating people. Sometimes I questioned if he were my real dad. If Nick didn’t do a DNA test, I would still be q
OLIVIAI was sitting in the patio but a book in hand, which I was not reading but having it next to me made me fool myself into thinking that I would eventually get to it and read it. what I was enjoying though was my glass of champagne and I particularly loved the nice breeze that kept caressing my
SAMUEL“You look so much like your dad but are you as capable as he was?” a director asked, we were in a board meeting. my first one as the CEO. “Nah, I want to know if you a son of a bitch like he was?” my dad, unfortunately, left this world early. I never got to know who he was as a man. I knew hi
LUKE“You are supposed to be fucking professionals, the ones who can pull a rabbit out of a hat and make this happen. What the fuck happened this time!” The morons had the audacity to come back telling me the guardian got away with the kid. If they were going to be that sloppy then I might as have s
MARCUSI stood there dumb founded. My brain stopped working for a minute there. What the hell was I hearing? “Was my father a gangster?” there I was judging Luke, yet my dad was the same, just what the fuck was my life going to?“No, he was a businessman, the supplier for all the drug lords from her
MARCUSThat was George on the phone, I knew they were tracking me somehow. Just how the fuck did he know I was on the jet? There was no one following us on our way there, how did he know? “I already told you that I want nothing to do with this, don’t call me again.” Just as I was about to cut the ca
MARCUSI didn’t feel the drive home; my mind was so occupied that I almost caused an accident. The moment I got in, I found Ethan sitting in the lounge. “Ethan, I need you to look into someone, I need everything on him.” He gave me a look. “His name is George Mason, the owner of the law firm I went
MARCUSI didn’t like him being in my house one bit. There was no need for him to go all the way to my house from wherever he stayed. We had phones, emails. Why did he want to go all the way there. Was he not provoking me then by doing that? “I told you, that piece of shit is up to something!”I di







