Byron froze, “I don't know how you found out about that, but that's not the point right now,” Of course he knows a powerful man like the Mafia will always have his way if he wants to get involved with anything or anyone, so he wasn't entirely surprised he knows he's involved with Fibonacci. The Professor’s mouth twitched. “You think he ran? Is that even possible?” he said. “You panic too much for a man you claim is beneath you. You think he can run and leave everything? That's not possible.”“Either that,” Byron said, “or someone made him gone.” He could not keep from glancing over his shoulder as if the sky itself might split and reveal the truth.He tried to mask it, but the man across from him saw everything. “I didn’t want this alliance,” Byron said quickly. “I had no choice. He..” His voice cracked, and he lowered it to a rasp. “He has my sons.”The Professor's gaze darkened, unreadable. “Go on.”Byron gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles whitened. “Fibonacci gave me

As soon as Byron arrived at his suite, a bodyguard whispered in his ears then he asked, “Where is she?” “She didn't say,” he replied. “Call her. Have her come down here.” “On it, boss.” Before Byron could walk inside, he heard his bodyguard's voice, “It's switching to voicemail, boss.” “Alright. She'll come around,” Then get turned to Bruno, “Come with me.” Bruno nodded and followed his boss in then the door was shut. “In all my conversations with Roy. One thing stood out,” He stated as he began smoking. “What is that, sir?” Bruno asked, lowering his head. “He said how about the other workers? You see… one thing about me, I don't put all my eggs in one basket…” He sat up, “So far, it seems they all disappeared along with their boss, but I saw Ms. Rodriguez in the company the day I went to look for that corny nephew of mine,” “What do you suggest, boss?” Bruno asked. “When I said I don't put my eggs in one basket, this is what I mean. While we wait for our boy, R

Two days went by and there has been no hospital in the whole of Chicago that Roy didn't visit. No amount of pleads gave him the slightest bit of consideration. These past few days, he only got to realise the kind of power the Wilson's had in society and the country at large. Some doctors turned him down the moment they heard his name, saw his daughter's image on the screen, while some didn't allow him inside the hospital as a whole. It was as if his picture and his daughter's medical records were banned or something.The hospitals he managed to get access to, all he saw in the doctors eyes was fear… fear of getting involved in something they knew nothing of. Roy didn't need a soothsayer to know that Mr. Byron had manipulated his way into the doctor's heads, planting fear and threats in their organisation. Perhaps he underestimated the warnings he got that day.“Daddy, I want mummy,” Isabella cried as she threw up for the 6th time in one day.Her words snapped him back to reality, th

The hotel lobby hummed with low chatter and the occasional clink of glasses. Byron strode straight to the reception counter, his presence alone enough to draw wary glances from the staff.He stood in front of receptionist and dropped a photograph on the desk—a crisp print of Dexter.“Have this man checked in?” His tone was sharp, leaving no room for pleasantries.The receptionist leaned forward, squinting at the picture, then shook her head quickly. “No, sir. Haven’t seen him.”Byron’s eyes narrowed. He slid another photo across the counter—this one of Amaya.The woman’s expression shifted. A nervous flicker.. “She… she checked in earlier. Room 203.”Byron gave a small, cold smile, scooping the photos back. “Good.”He turned to leave and nearly collided with someone stepping into the lobby. "Sabrina?" He muttered.She brushed past, shoe tapping softly against the polished floor. Byron stiffened, jaw tightening as he watched her glide toward the elevators. What the hell is she doing h

At Dexter's residence, he looked down at his watch and noticed it was past the time he and Amaya were supposed to meet. It's now 4 pm instead of the 2pm they scheduled. Even though Ivan told him Ms. Rodriguez was busy, she knows how important this is, and they can't afford to reschedule this.. It will ruin everything they've been planning.Ashanti was reading the magazines when he kissed her forehead and grabbed his jacket.“Living already?” She asked.“Yes.”“I thought you had to wait for her call before anything else.” Dexter sighed. She was right. That was their rule. No calls from her, he doesn't leave. But he guess he can say things were different? If Ivan confirmed that she was okay and only busy with work, it's only right for him to go to their usual spot and wait for her. “Before I get there I'm sure she will call.” Dexter explained.“I don't have a good feeling about this,” Ashanti tells him, “Honestly, you don't even need that. We've got everything we want.” “We talked a