Stephanie hears herself crying, and yet, not one of those men pay her any attention. The only time that Micheal walks up to her is to press his gun under her chin, and promise to blow her head off if she doesn't stop annoying him with her sobs. “Please, my husband is just an ordinary man. He is no longer a soldier, that means that he has nothing to do with the dragon general or the army…” The men start to go through the large shipping crates in the corner, after prying them open with a crowbar. Her breath escapes her nostrils with shudders of fear. Are those long guns meant for Roman?!Micheal has a cigarette sticking from the side of his mouth as he feeds the bullet-stuffed magazine into the rifle, before cocking it. He sees the horror in Stephanie's eyes and it makes him snort with laughter. “Scared, are you? Do not worry, your life is in your husband's hands. Let's see if he is the kind to play games.”A car pulls up and from the room where they are, they see Roman getting

That night, Stephanie can't sleep after what she saw. She was dodging having that talk with Roman, so she sneaked into her daughter's room and joined her in the bed. She can't sleep. Each time she closes her eyes, she sees Roman killing Micheal. Yes, six men died that night, but she saw Roman speak to Micheal for a few minutes before he pulled the trigger. She was too far to clearly hear what was being said, but it was obvious that Micheal was trying to beg for his life, but Roman refused to listen….She doesn't want to talk about this with her husband because she is scared that this is really who he is. She fears that this will change how she feels about him…Roman, on the other hand, never drinks alcohol, but he is forced to go to the kitchen and grab himself a bottle. He can't sleep, he can't even bare to lay on his bed because he has become so used to having his dear wife by his side. Killing Micheal was supposed to be easy, nothing much, but now his wife has seen the mons

“What?” It's too late, Mister Von is gone. Roman looks at the gun in his hand, it's so hard to comprehend what he is hearing. John comes to stand by him, brushing his thumb against his nose in irritation. “I can't believe that my Uncle chose you for this!” “Do not be mad, John, I'm the one that can die here!” “Well, you better not.” John huffs. “That would be embarrassing for a black eagle to die in such a small game like this.” Roman turns his neck to look up at him. “You have to stop talking about things you have no ideas on.” John brushes his hand over his chin before he comes and whispers to Roman. “The secret is to allow them to kill of themselves first. I read it in an action novel once, and I've seen this tactic being used before." Roman's eyebrow goes up in surprise. Is John Kent actually helping him? Of course he knows how to protect himself in a firing exchange, but he is flattered that the devil's son, John Kent, is being nice. It's like John could read the thoug

It's raining cats and dogs, and Stephanie feels dejected, because her husband is not yet back home. Thankfully, her daughter is asleep. The cold rain splashes over the hem of her rope, but she won't move away from the front door. After almost two hours of standing outside, the gate opens and the headlights weakly break through the fog of rain, as it goes not to the garage, but towards the front door. As soon as Roman steps out of the car, Stephanie's back falls against the door with a sigh. His hair is wet and pressed against his face, but he doesn't mind as he picks up his wife and kisses her face with so much happiness. “I was worried that something happened to you.” She confesses with a voice that is hoarse with unshed tears. “Let's not fight anymore, okay? The last few hours have been the most horrible of my life. I don't want to ever keep malice with you, got it?” He says to her. “Got it.” She laughs shortly as she leans forward and kisses his lips again. He carries her

With the envelope on the front seat with him, Roman has to go to the Kent accounting firm headquarters. It's a busy day, and everyone is rushing to do something. Roman weaves through people, and since he is no longer a new face around here, he can go straight up. The assistant stands up as soon as she sees him. “Good morning, Mister Croft. Do you have an appointment with Mister Kent today?” “Not really, I'm just here to deliver a package to him. It's from the Professor, and I have to deliver it in person.” “Well, today is your lucky day, Mister Roman. He just finished a meeting, so you can go in.” “Thank you.” Roman turns the knob and like always, Mister Von is buried neck deep in paperwork. “Roman Croft, my man!” He says in an upbeat tone. “Let me guess, you have come to say thank you to me because I have given you the job of your life.” Roman almost snorts in the man's face. This is the same man who sent Roman into a dangerous task, not minding that he has a wife and