Tyler read the message, and his blood boiled harder. At once, Harry’s words from the past echoed in his head.«“My son didn’t even spend up to two hours behind jail, which means he’s entirely innocent of all the accusations!”»«“I’m definitely calling on the U.K ministry for immediate intervention. If the Commission of Civil Protection of Geria doesn’t act against this false allegation, I will. I’ll go hand for hand and make sure Tyler is punished for the crime!”»Those were Harry’s words to the media—bold lies, spoken with a straight face, as if he truly carried the weight of justice. Tyler clenched his teeth. Why exactly did Harry want him dead? He had never wronged him. If anyone had a reason to hate him, it should have been Perry, not the father.Another chime snapped him out of his thoughts.Harry again.“What’s up with you? Why aren’t you responding? Are you sure you’re okay? And why am I not hearing the update that Tyler is dead?”A dark grin spread across Tyler’s face. Playing

Harry hurriedly ended the call, his mind collapsing under the weight of a thousand scattered thoughts. He tried to hold onto one, to recall and make sense of everything that had just happened, but his mind simply refused to stay still.And then there was the image.That horrifying picture he had just seen on the phone.With trembling hands, Harry grabbed the phone again, eyes darting to the photos Tyler had shown him earlier—photos of Marshal.Marshal’s body was sprawled on the ground in a way that made Harry’s stomach twist. Something about it all looked wrong—too strange, too confusing. For a moment, Marshal’s face still seemed alive, almost well. But as Harry’s gaze drifted lower, the truth cut deep. Marshal’s body was tampered with, brutalized. From the look frozen on his face, Harry could tell he had endured terrible trauma before finally passing out—or worse.Then Harry’s eyes shifted back upward and locked onto the most gruesome detail. His breath caught.Marshal’s eye.It had

Perry looked at his dad for a moment before taking the phone from him.Of course, he still trusted his instincts—there was no freaking way anybody named TYLER would ever have the audacity to fight Marshal, let alone kill him.He had so much believe in his instincts, no freaking way Tyler can be able to stand Marshal. Marshal is strong, but someone as weak as Tyler can't even take him down! Tyler can't possibly be his killer, at least that was what Perry was sure of! So, when he took the phone, he glanced at the screen. It was a conversation thread between Marshal and Harry.The chat history looked routine at first—almost all their messages followed the same pattern.“I want this person to be killed.”“Consider it done.”“I want this person to be killed.”“Consider it done…”It repeated like that, again and again.But then Perry’s eyes reached today’s conversation.---The first message was from Harry:"What's up with you, Marshal? Why aren't you responding to my texts? And how was t

Harry’s eyes locked on Perry, his glare laced with disappointment and disbelief. The weight of his son’s words hit him like a slap. Everything he’d been doing—every risky move—had been for Perry’s sake, and now this?His anger ignited without warning. With a sharp movement, he lunged forward, gripping Perry by the collar and slamming him against the wall.“You ungrateful fool!” Harry’s voice thundered, low and dangerous. “How dare you say something like that to me? How dare you even think of snitching on your own father? You think I’m in this alone? You dare accuse me of sending Marshal to kill Tyler when you’re the one who started this mess?”Perry’s lips parted, but no words came out. His silence only seemed to fuel Harry’s rage.“Have you forgotten who made you what you are today?” Harry’s grip tightened, pulling Perry closer until their faces were only inches apart. “I built you. I gave you the name you’re living off! If not for the love I still have for you, do you think I’d hesi

As Perry tried to gather his thoughts, Diego’s voice pulled him back to reality.> “What do you think we should do right now, Perry?”Diego sounded uneasy, his tone sharp and urgent through the phone.> “You know that, at the moment, all I can do is supply the information I receive from here. I can’t guarantee full control of everything. Yes, I hold a high rank in this operation—but that doesn’t mean the FBI will let me interfere with their team!”Perry exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I understand what you’re saying, bro,” he muttered, his voice heavy. “But it’s high time we figured all of this out before it gets out of hand. I mean it's high time we get to put ourselves into action, before it becomes exceedingly late. You know what I mean....”He paused briefly, then asked, “What do you think about the probability of them finding the phone?”Diego immediately cut in.“Probability? You meant PROBABILITY of the FBI finding the phone? Is that even the question we should