211. Mr Knight had sent for his daughter, and he was already waiting, sitting in his large chair like a king on his throne. It was nine in the morning already, and it seemed like she wasn’t going to honour his call. Sighing, he decided to leave after having a drink. Petra, his strength and joy was about to give her life away, and he couldn’t have that happen, could he? Just then, he heard familiar footsteps walking towards his study and smiled. She had actually been on her way. “Petra.” He said with a smile as Petra let herself in. “My darling girl.” Petra folded her arms. “You asked to see me. What is it this time, papa?” He gestured at the chair across from him. “Sit, please. We have a lot of important matters to discuss.” She sat down, narrowing her eyes at him. “This had better been about business. Anything else would be rude and unprofessional.” “There’s nothing rude or unprofessional about a father worrying about his daughter. I worry about you, dear.” H

212. Devin was tired, to the bone. So many things had been happening, and although he would have felt much better if it affected only him, but that wasn’t the case. Petra was being affected, and she had problems of her own as well. Dreykov sat next to him in the car. Devin had something important to do, and it was Dreykov’s job to ensure that he did it safely. He looked at his watch, and it was midnight on the dot. This wasn’t a time for friendly conversations or good-hearted meet ups. No, this was the beginning of ungodly hours, but he couldn’t back away. He had already been hooked. The car slowed and pulled into the underground parking lot of the shell of a long empty hotel with only about a quarter of the lights still working. “Wait here.” Devin said to the driver. Dreykov followed him silently, but Devin raised a hand to him too. “Keep your distance.” Devin said as he adjusted his coat and continued to walk down to the back of the lot. And right there, a person figure wa

214. "It was just an error, I don't know how to explain it. This has never happened to me in all my years." The tall woman yawned, looking at the pitiful thing before her. "All I hear are silly excuses." Eva's mansion was colder tonight, as the cool air from the air conditioning mixed with the fear emanating from the hit man before her, who had yet again, failed at his mission. The hit man knelt on the marble floor, his shirt torn, his face swollen from the last round of "discipline" that her guards had instilled to him a few minutes ago. The blood was dripping slowly from his nose, staining the perfect white tile beneath him. His hands trembled, and even though he tried to hide his fear, he knew the woman standing above him could end him with a single word. Eva sat down with her long nails tapping on the edge of the soft seat as her eyes bored into him. "Do you know what I hate the most?" She asked calmly. The man couldn't even swallow or breathe. "Mistress, I am re

216. CRASH! The sound of glass shattering echoed in the private gym. Dreykov just stood there, his hands behind his back, and his head down as Devin hurled the second glass against the wall. He made a mental note to get people to clean it up, but not right now. Devin was fuming. "You fucking failed me, Dreykov!" Devin yelled. "What are you even here for?" Dreykov want pleased, but he didn't dare to speak. He'd been through Devin's tempers before, few but terrifying. The man didn't like excuses, and he didn't like silence either, but there was nothing he could have said right that could make the situation better. It could only get worse if he spoke. Devin was still glaring at him. "She was in that house alone. Do you know what could have happened to her if she was there earlier? Do you even fucking understand what that means? Someone got inside and ruined her space! That's my fiancée!" Devin shook his head and started to pace, dressed in a loose shirt and his gym shorts. He

218. The room looked magnificent, and with the major colours being the darkest black and richest of reds, it also looked intimidating. Eva’s perfume filled the air as she sat on her personal throne-like-seat, looking every bit the queen of her castle. Yvonne Hall entered quietly, looking around. She had been summoned, and when Eva summoned, you didn’t keep her waiting. But she was confused as to why Eva, the woman whom she had originally mistaken for Kia, was asking for her presence. The woman was powerful, and she was intimidated by her. No pressure. “Well, well, well.” Eva said with an unamused smile. “You came.” Yvonne forced a small smile of her own. “You asked for me, Miss Eva. I didn’t think I had a choice to not come.” “Good. Now I see that you’re also a smart girl.” Eva purred. She motioned to the empty chair across from her. “Sit. Smart women like you are just my type.” Yvonne obeyed, straightening her back as she sat, pretending to not be intimidated. Eva coul