MAVERICK’s POV I was in my room staring at a picture frame of my lover, My wife. She has always been the light of my world, and now she is dead. She was killed brutally, and the fact I have not been able to identify the ones who did that to her made me feel rather useless. “Maverick, there are some men..” My sister barged into my room and saw me kneeling before my wife’s pictures. She exhaled deeply, moved closer to me, and began to shed tears. “Maverick, you need to move on, please. It's been years” “Yes, and I have been unable to find her killers” I looked up at her face, and she cocked her head. I stood up, walked to my desk, took my phone, and stepped out of my room with my sister behind me. When we got downstairs I met some police officers and some other men in black. “Good day, gentlemen” I carefully said to them knowing fully well what they were there for. It was either about the false allegations placed on my hotel or the fact I had to step down from my
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