Gasp!Layla's blood crashed in her ears until all she could hear was the loud roar of her pulse. Her skin crawled in dread and she took a fearful step back as chills ran through her spine. No…no…no…this couldn't be happening. Cold sweat broke down on her face trickling to her blouse and she swallowed nervously, struggling to maintain a calm expression.As the officers advanced towards her, she jerked backward. “No, don't touch me! I called you here to arrest a person and you want to arrest me instead?! Is that how you behave?”“Can we have a look at the surveillance cameras? Let's know if Mr Adrian here is guilty of trespassing or if this is just a ploy by you to dent his reputation,” The head officer said, cutting her short. Layla swallowed, hating how trapped she felt. She couldn't breathe. The air suddenly felt suffocating. “Y…you…well you cannot just barge—”“Have you suddenly forgotten the work of the police? They fish out bad eggs, Layla,” Adrian smiled wryly, enjoying the loo

Adrian staggered at the force of the blow. Pain shot through his body and he scoffed as thick liquid dripped from his lips. When his hands felt it, he saw blood —his blood. Lifting his eyes to stare at Ryan's red ones, he chuckled lightly. “What? Are you that pissed?” “Stop messing with me, Adrian. I'm fucking warning you,” Ryan spat, his eyes red. “You messed with me first, or have you forgotten? My life shattered the moment you sent me to prison. Shouldn't you be tormented too, so you know how it feels?” "Fuck you! Stop messing around with my family or I'll do more than break your fucking nose!" “You're negotiating with me? Nice. It's been a while I saw you this submissive yet furious. It looks good on you,” Adrian smiled. “You bastard!” Ryan hissed and punched Adrian again across the face. He was about to throw the second punch when Adrian retaliated by kicking him in the knees. “Gone are the times you laid fingers on me. Don't ever do that again or you'll regret it,”

As he said the words, Adrian wished the men would just take the cue and run away. Fighting these local thugs was the last thing he wanted to do. Honestly, they should have better things to do with their lives than engaging in punches. His eyes shifted to his phone again and his forehead creased. These silly bastards! Now, he was forced to teach them a lesson for breaking such an expensive device.“What're you waiting for, you fool! Get him!” The leader shouted as the other man brought out a small knife, charging towards Adrian.As he plunged the knife forward, the edge of it almost sliced through Adrian, but he was quick to dodge it, twisting the man's hand painfully until he heard a loud crack. The man yelped painfully, his voice sounding like an injured chicken. Irritated, Adrian pushed him and he landed on his butt against the floor.“I'm not sure the next person who tries to touch me will live to tell the story,” Adrian growled, his voice dangerous.“You're just a piece of shit,”

What?!Ryan could hear his chest explode in dread as his stomach clenched. His frown grew even deeper as he looked at the police men in total disbelief. He scoffed. Were they fucking kidding him?! Embezzlement? Fraud? What the hell?!“Officers, are you out of it? You cannot just walk in here and accuse me of something this heavy. This is a private room and —”“It's best you compile with the arrest as we have enough evidence to prove that you're involved in the mentioned crimes,” The head officer cut him short as he ordered this men. “Cuff him!"“What the fuck do you mean cuff me?” Ryan tried to resist, but the officers grabbed his hands, tightening the cuffs around him. “I've never embezzled, neither have I committed any of the crimes you're talking about!”“Shut up and move it!” The officer yelled, pushing him roughly.Layla stood up with a wild gasp as her hands flew to cover her mouth. She blinked rapidly. Was she dreaming? Maybe this was an hallucination that she'll soon wake up f

“Find him!” The leader of the guards yelled as he kicked down the hostel door and stormed inside. The men growled and scattered to different sections of the room, their eyes searching for something —someone.“He's not in here, boss!” One of the them said as they regathered.“Where's the guest that was here?” The leader spat at the hostel cleaner who was folding a white towel.“He checked out this morning,” The woman replied, her voice low.“That rat…” The man hissed and turned to the men. “Hurry to the airport. Find him quickly!”“Yes sir!”He brought out his phone and placed a call to Ryan. It connected on the third ring. “Sir, we didn't find Domenico,"“If you don't send me a picture of his dead body by the time the sun is down, I'll have your head,” Ryan snarled and ended the call.“Yes sir,” The man mumbled. He shoved the phone inside his pocket and hurried out of the room.*******Inside a slightly dark room, Domenico tightened his grip on the phone in his hand as he spoke. “You