The courthouse was packed to the brim. Camera lights were flashing all around, and microphones were being shoved into faces here and there. Reporters fought for front row spots, and a lot of them ran outside, their voices were loud and chaotic as they screamed questions at Devin, who had just alighted. "Mr Stone! Did you forge the tax statements yourself?" "Is it true you used fake contracts to steal money from the government?" "Are you going to jail, Mr Stone?" "Mr Stone, are you guilty?" Devin Stone walked up the courthouse steps, refusing to answer questions while his sunglasses shielded his tired eyes. Petra walked by his side, holding his hand but she said nothing either. She felt tense, and even though Devin didn't show it, she knew that he was not comfortable. She squeezed his fingers. "You've got this, I'm here for you." She whispered. "Thank you." He said, kissing the back of her hand. Inside, the courtroom was buzzing with activity. The press wasn't al

Devin had a headache, and was reading through a few emails from his home study when his phone started to ring. He frowned when he saw the caller ID. Yvonne Hall. He answered immediately, wondering what had went wrong. After he had had that whole thing accusing Henry of murdering Kia, he had been upset. After he was done with Viktor, his next course in line was to free Henry and apologise to him. Henry had behaved very graciously. "It's okay Mr Stone, I understand. You had just lost the love of your life, it's only proper that you wouldn't let it slide." He said. "Still, I'm sorry that I did that to you. Anything I can do to make up for..." "Nothing can be done, I hold nothing against you, Devin. I'm only upset that you thought that I was capable of doing such a vile thing." Devin didn't know what to say to that. Henry was right about that, and that only made him feel worse. He had settled things with Henry, and he knew more than anything that the man had his bes

Yvonne’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. She sat curled up on the edge of Devin’s couch, her eyes darting around like a hunted animal. Her lipstick was smudged, and her blazer was wrinkled like she’d been running. She looked like shit and she hadn’t slept in days. Henry’s death did that to her. She couldn’t believe that the man she had looked up to, the man she had cherished, and respected, one of the few men in the world who knew how to care for others, who knew how to be kind and was good at his work, she couldn’t believe that he was gone. Not just gone, murdered in cold blood. Devin watched her from the other side of the room, leaning against the wall with a glass of water in his hand. He had said nothing yet, just allowed her to get her breath back. It had been days already, he told her so. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here.” Yvonne whispered, looking up at Devin with sadness in her eyes. “I just didn’t know what to do right now. How could they… what did he ever do th

The rain was falling like angry needles from the sky. Amanda was crouched behind a pile of cracked cement blocks and broken steel pipes, barely breathing as she peeked toward the old glass plant. She’d followed Viktor here earlier, against her better judgment, and now she was beginning to regret it. Far in the distance, she had see them. Cars, so many of them approaching, and they looked quite dangerous, to say in the least. There were four of them, matte black, and no headlights on. They looked like ghosts in the rain as they came to a stop. Then the doors opened, and armed men got out, looking like a war set. Her eyes widened when the last cars opened. “Shit!” She whispered. What was it with her and getting involved with dangerous men? She knew that face. Devin Stone. Dressed in all black, and looking like he was about to rip the fucking world apart. Behind him, stood Dreykov, and he looked just as cold, and just as dangerous. His men looked like mercenaries straigh