Ashanti stepped out of the car and held hands with Dexter as they approached the garden, where the Wilson's were gathered.“You don't have to be here if you don't want to.” Dexter smiled, “He's my uncle. I can't avoid him forever.” Truthfully, he didn't come here for dinner or because he wanted to acknowledge his uncle's invitation. To him, it was better to act oblivious and get what you want than act defensive. Someone has to act dumb to get what they want. And he knows just who he came here for.Dexter placed his hands over her shoulder, “Lets go.”When they arrived, aunt Rosa leaned forward and gave Ashanti a hug before urging her to sit.“Thank you all for coming in on such short notice.” Byron said and they all took their seats.“Don't mention it. Of course we should come,” Scott remarks.“Having you all gathered here brings back memories. If only my father could be here. I'm sure he's in heaven,” Rosa chimes in.“Now that I've taken his position, I keep thinking about him. You

Byron kept his hands on his coffee cup. He let the cup warm his palms so that his fingers stopped trembling. He would not show the creep that ran along his spine. He would not let this man see the way his throat tightened when he leaned forward, close enough that the light slid off the bald crown like a polished blade.“Now that we’re allies,” Byron said, slow and deliberate, “can I trust you?” Truthfully, he didn't have the full details on why this man wanted his nephew dead, matter of fact, he doesn't care. All he knows is that they want the same thing. An Enemy to his enemy is his friend.A faint smile ghosted across Fibonacci’s mouth — not a kindness, more a math problem solved. “Trust is a resource,” he said. “It’s not given. It’s earned, traded, spent. I don’t ask for blind loyalties, Mr. Wilson. I ask for clarity.”Byron heard the edges of the word like a promise, clarity that could slice both ways. He nodded. “Then let’s be precise.”Fibonacci leaned back, folding his hands. “

“He's set to meet you know, boss,” Ivan said on the other end of the phone then Dexter dropped the call as soon as he got to the 10th floor. Byron on the other hand adjusted his cufflinks as he waited, his eyes fixed on the heavy door. He had heard whispers about this man—the Professor. The one who brought the untouchable Mafia Lord to his knees.. A man no one dared claim to have looked in the eye for long. A man he is intrigued by. The door opened with a slow, deliberate creak. Two men in black entered first, scanning the room, before stepping aside, then a tall figure appeared. A smirk appeared on Byron's face the moment he noticed it was the almighty man… standing in front of him. He was dressed in a tailored black coat, collar high, his face partly veiled by the shadow of a low brimmed hat. The only thing that caught the light was his eyes—dark, unreadable, carrying the weight of someone who had walked through fire and dragged death behind him. He didn’t walk; he glided, cont

With a satisfied smile, Byron arrived at his hotel and grabbed a bottle of whiskey in celebration, but suddenly, his eyes fell on the balcony, then slowly, pictures of that night flooded his head.From her hourglass body, to her bright eyes, to her firm breast, her seductiveness, her soft moans, how good she made him feel and her charming smile.. she made him feel alive for the first time in a long time.. things Eleanor had never done or could ever do.He had told himself it was nothing. Just a night. A moment of weakness in a hotel room scented with perfume and smoke. But the truth was, the thought of her hadn’t left him since. Her face kept surfacing in his mind at board meetings, dinners, even in bed beside Eleanor.He's still very much intrigued by this woman called Sabrina, but she left before he woke up that morning.. and now.. he has no clue where she is.. he has been so occupied with taking that nephew of his down that he didn't get to see her.Without hesitating, he retrieved

Byron was fast asleep when the sound of his phone woke him up. The sound was too loud, he heard Sabrina mumbling in her sleep.He sighed and reached for it at the bedside table. Without looking at the caller ID, he answered it and placed it close to his ear, “Who is this?” He asked in his sleepy tone.“Three things I hate, Byron.. Traffic, foolishness and calling you to know the whereabouts of your nephew,” The voice on the other end spat.Byron, who recognised the voice sighed, “Then don't call me anymore. Where else is..” He paused as he noticed Sabrina was still beside him. He cleared his throat and continued, “where else is he supposed to be if not his house, Wilson Group or the usual places he goes to?”“Is that so?” The person chuckled.“Hundred percent. Why are you even the one calling? I deal directly with your boss. If you need Dexter, then go to his in-law's house,” Byron said in his usual irritated tone.“Well I'm thrilled to announce to you that your Nephew is nowhere to