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NYSSA'S POV:When the car stopped at the Adams company, it seemed as though I was looking at the world for the first time, with new eyes. For someone who hadn't left the interior of a house since she had been taken from her father's house, I was quite composed. I looked around, and at that moment, I confirmed that the Adams family was one of the biggest families in Cleveland and was always going to be so. I had heard of the delivery company controlled by them, but I never knew it was so prestigious. Every wall, pillar and chair spoke of spic and span wealth. As much as my eyes did the exploring, I tried to stay as close to Roman as I could. “Good morning boss.”I watched Roman nod as he inspected the ongoings of the company. He looked different now, like a business man and no longer a mafia lord. To me, that was the most scary thing about the man I worked for. His ability to adapt, to change. “Good morning. Everything intact?”The man who had greeted Roman nodded. And after a

ROMAN'S POV:The delivery company was a huge one. Behind the company was a warehouse which housed the forgotten deliveries or deliveries that had never reached its owners. Each one of them was labelled and kept safely, in case the owners requested for them later on. It was in this warehouse that I had instructed Paul to keep the man who had been found recording our activities. I was livid when I heard it. And even now, after the initial shock had gone past, I was still dumbfounded. Had I grown too relaxed? How in heaven's name had I not spotted that Adrian would try something like this? Was it the fact that I had been on top of the game for so long that I had forgotten what it was like to have enemies, people who actually hated me and would do anything to bring me down?It was high time I stepped up my game. It was time I showed them I still ran the streets of Cleveland. The man's hands were tied next to a pillar, and there was a brown paper bag on his head, making him unable to

ADRIAN'S POV:The question seemed to calm him down, but only for a few seconds. “And what gave you the right to police my visits? I can go anywhere I want. You, or anyone for that matter don't have the right to tell me where to go and where not to go.”I billowed smoke into the air, then smiled. “I'm not policing your visit, Eddie. You see? That's where you're getting it all wrong. I don't want to tell you where to go or where not to go. That is your right. I want to know why you went there. Do you randomly visit the homes of Mafia families and dine with Mafia lords now?”I turned when I heard a gasp. It was his wife, her hand over her mouth. Her face, now even whiter than before, spoke of all the horrors she had seen and heard in the past hour. If she used to believe that her husband was a saint and just the chief of police, then she was wrong. “You'll have a lot of explanations to do after this, huh?” I laughed at him again, and he stood, looking at his wife. “Laura, go back

CHARLENE'S POV:Every spoonful of food I took felt like lead to my tongue. The sight of Nyssa at the same table with me was enough to make the food unenjoyable. I looked away in disgust time and time again, and after a few minutes of silent eating, I knew I couldn't take it anymore. “How are you enjoying the food, Nyssa?”Nyssa's smile was timid, and so was her reply. “It's good, boss, thank you….The pie is just excellent.”The sight of the man I loved and tried so desperately to impress discussing with a servant I hated, a servant that had allegedly stolen my bracelet and was supposed to be put to death, was too much to bear. I stood up, dropping my knife. “You're going already?”When I looked back at Roman after the question, his voice felt like mockery instead of a genuine question. “Yes. I had a large lunch.”I left the dining room, convulsing with shame and anger. I didn't have a large lunch, just a protein shake. I was hungry, but the humiliation and the disrespect was too

NYSSA'S POV:Had Roman Adams just asked me to advise him?For a moment, my head seemed to go blank. After I had woken up late, my expectation was to find him ready to snatch the job of being his personal servant from me, and maybe giving me a pardon after I pleaded severally. Roman Adams asking me to advise him had certainly not been on my list of things to happen. “I asked you a question, Nyssa.”I swallowed hard, then said the first thing that came out of my mouth. “I think it's going to help a great deal if we know who the next chief of police is. If we can get him to also be on our payroll, then we can let Eddie Wharton go without pressuring him into accepting his job back.”The way Roman looked at me reminded me of times when a teacher couldn't believe that a dumb student had answered the question when the rest of the class couldn't. A knock interrupted the question and answer session, and Paul walked in moments later. “The cars are ready to move, boss.”Roman nodded before