Drake smiled. Once he had heard what he messenger said, he ended the call. Whatever was going to happen had to be because he was being a faithful servant of the bishop. The more he helped, the kore power he was going to have, and that was actually a good thing for him. He never imagine he was going to ever be this powerful, but his wife was never going to understand.She failed to understand that the weak man was never going tobe the one who would inherit the land they had before then.Drake walked back into is room, placing his drink on his counter as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. His facial expression showed a very serious look, one that was able to scare the life out of anyone who looked at him.His eyes peered into his phone, and he tried to hold on tight, but things seemed to be in his control.He dialled the number of the person he wanted to much to call, placing the phone in his ears before he finally spoke what was on his mind.“Hello, bishop. It's so nice to hear f

She paced back and forth in her room, her eyes darkened. Everything wasn't going the way she planned, and it annoyed her so much. Lana was already sick. She had married Drake for more power, but it seemed like Drake had plans of his own that weren't in line with her. “I can't believe he was trying to use me. As much as I tried to ignore the fact, it was still the truth. He had been trying to get power, and I was the only available source….” She explained, trying to understand everything that was going on. It got to a point she didn't even have a day in anything Drake was doing, and it was starting to annoy her. He treated her as a housewife, someone he married for power, and to only take care of him, nothing else. “I refuse this to keep going on. I can't take this anymore no matter what it means. I can't sit back, and watch him take over.” She paced around, growling as she smacked her hand against the counter. Her chest paced, her face evident of anger, and it was then she made a

That evening, Lena managed to sneak out of the house without being noticed. She was sure that since he had placed a suspicion tag on her, she wouldn't be able to escape whatever was coming. She decided to use a cab instead, and dressed in an outfit that kept her in the dark. "So what exactly are you trying to tell me? Are you trying to tell me that he's on your trial?" She was asked, but shook my head When she got to the mansion. "Calm down. I didn't say he was unto me. I had to come because the house was no longer safe to talk. You have to calm down and understand where we are coming from. Do you know that it's no longer funny?" He hummed, taking a seat. "Have you started to put things in motion, and what made you change your mind? Why didn't you want the plan to take place on the day of the summit any more…" She shook her head. "Too many distractions. The drunk might go to the wrong person. You need to understand that I want things to go smoothly. I have made him believe I supp

Drake smiled as he worked into the police station. There was already a new police chief appointed since Bethany had gone into hiding with the rest of the gang.“Mr Drake, it's nice to have you…” he stood up immediately his eyes met with Drake's, and he had a serious smile on his face. I could tell there were a lot of things involved at this point. “Yes, the pleasure is all mine…” Drake looked around and then smiled. “I like what you've done with the place. I see you've been busy,” his expression changed into a really serious one. “Thank you. Please come have a seat…” the chief gestured, and then quickly rushed to the coffee maker in his office. “Coffee?” However Drake immediately shook his head. He wasn't actually trying to take time here. He already had a lot of things he wanted to do, and that wasn't one of them. “I came here for something much more important, I have no idea why you're trying to be like this. Take a seat. I came here to talk about the integration of weapons. Ho

Henry's father had pledged his loyalty to the bishop, and he was trusted with a mission, one he was sure he would be able to handle.He was placed with the task of escorting a weapon that had been prepared to the presidential suit. “Alright I'll make sure everything goes well, you don't have to worry about anything, I promise…” he expressed ending the call with a determined look on his face. It was really obvious they things were going to go well for him because he had actual joined the winning team. There were more things that was needed. He headed to the werehouse where the weapons had already been put in place, and was ready to be moved. “Are you sure everything here is set?” Henry's had asked as he went through the weapons content. He wanted to be sure that everything was in place for the movement.“Yes sir, we made sure to confirm every single thing that's needed, everypiece is in there.” Henry's dad nodded. That was all he needed to hear. He made sure to escort the weapon al