Chris was right in the car, staring curiously at Mars who kept banging his head on the hard floor. Even though he was dripping with blood down his head, Mars didn't stop. Also, Chris observed that his skin tore way too easily. He wasn't concerned about the self-harming Mars but he was incredibly curious. It seemed Mars was unpredictable. And as he looked out of the windscreen, with the lights shining on Mars’ face, it was as if Mars was looking back at him, with an eerie smile. Even though he was obviously in pain, Mars was smiling. But the most disturbing thing was that the car windows were tinted and there was no way Mars knew Chris was looking at him. He was just staring. Second by second, he looked even more unpredictable to Chris and irked him so much. If Chris wanted to, he could drive off and leave him to continue self-harming but he didn't do that. He stepped out of the car, his hands in his pockets as he approached Mars. “Do you want to die here?” Chris spoke up, standi

“How did it go?” Chris asked as he scrolled through a few documents on his phone. He was particularly concerned about how Mars had reacted to the order he gave. “We have nothing from him. After he left the meeting room, he disappeared.” Rico Axe said. “He just disappeared?” Chris raised a brow in question. “Yes!” Rico nodded. “Can you find more information on him? Something about him just ticks me off. His sudden appearance is suspicious.” Chris demanded, his gaze turning dim in thought. “Alright. I will do that.” Rico nodded. “Also, the police have requested your presence.” “Why?” Chris frowned. “Reid is yet to be found and they are asking if you can give them any information. They need you in for questioning tomorrow.”“Hmm…” Chris frowned, feeling like something was off. He didn't think Reid had the resources to hide so well but. He could decide to mobilize his men to look for Reid but it could interfere with the police work. However, on his end, Reid was a ticking time bom

The sound of the police sirens whirled through the dark night. Mars had made sure to go far away, from the house, so Chris’ men wouldn't discover him there. Now, he sat in one of the police cars, riding on the cocktail that he was about to apprehend Chris. He couldn't fathom just how much the patriarch would reward him, after all, Baron, his son couldn't even do anything damaging to Chris. The thought that the patriarch might even treat him like a worthy son, was thrilling. “Is this the location?” The police asked as they approached the house. “Yes.” Mars nodded. “Can you turn off the sirens? We shouldn't alert the goons inside.”The policemen silently listened to him but as they approached the house, Mars frowned, trouble whirling in his mind. Chris’ car which was parked at the entrance of the building was nowhere to be found. When he watched Chris interrogate Baron earlier, he was sure Chris wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Even though he had witnessed a large part of their con

A devilish smile crossed Chris’ face as Baron instructed his wife on everything to do. However, the minute she would end the call, she would go straight to that damned brother, Albert. Something Chris had predicted. “She is going to do all you want,” Baron said seriously, not daring to play games with Chris again. “As long as she follows our instructions.” Chris smiled, but he knew his rash wife would never do so. The instruction was to lead them to the bugging device, but Chris had made Baron purposely mention Albert. Before he would intrude into the patriarch’s privacy, he wanted to cause a bit of trouble and then he would use it for his own good. “But…” Baron was nervous, staring at the gun in Chris’ hand. Even though the gun was not pointed at his head anymore, just a slight trigger in whatever direction could cause harm to his already frail body. “Why did you have me mention Albert? What else do you want aside from the bugging device?” He asked, fearing that his wife would r

Thoughts of Baron being dead or not continued to gnaw in Tricia’s mind. Her eyes watered with tears as she got into her car, gripping the wheel tightly. She constantly tried to convince herself that all was going to be alright. But deep in her heart, she blamed herself for going to Albert! What if he actually killed Baron?!“No, he can’t! Never!” She stepped on the accelerator as quickly as she could. She had to deliver what Baron asked her to deliver and soon, her husband would be free.Finally, she got to a hotel, the one Baron had said to her in his instructions, and as she sat in the empty waiting lounge, her feet tapped on the floor rapidly. Her eyes watched all over, like a hawk, hoping Albert or his men weren't anywhere close. But then she heard footsteps behind and her head snapped to look in the direction. “Mrs. Rice?” The bulky man behind her said her name and immediately she jumped on her feet. However, the man had a face mask on and she couldn't see his face fully. “Ar