Kylan The drive out of the area was far more slow paced than my arrival had been, and just as I fully entered the more industrialized part of the city, my phone buzzed with a message. A quick glance downwards at the screen showed a short and concise message. 'Done.' I exhaled again slowly feeling all the traces of the humanity that I had tried to embrace gradually ebbing away like the waves of an ocean drifting from the shore. I had tried to play nice all this while, but if my enemies wanted to change the game, then I was going to show them just how hard it could get. I changed lanes with a sharp turn and moved into another street in an instant. My foot pressed down on the accelerator, my focus narrowing gradually until I was certain the black Camaro had all but turned into a blur speeding through the city. The route I took led to the outskirts of the city, particularly to an area that was hidden away from the main roads. I had acquired this property long ago, back when I
KylanSeconds after ending the call, my phone buzzed with a notification. Checking the screen, I saw that it was a message containing the address of the Viper gang's location. I quickly made my way to the car, and with a few swift taps on the screen of my car's smart assistant, I inputted the details and the program replied with a direct route to the location. Leaning back on the seat, I narrowed down my focus and pressed my foot harder on the accelerator. The thin indicator on the meter drew a gradual non-stop arc across the values, climbing higher and higher as the vehicle sped along the streets of the city. The faster I drove, the louder the pounding in my ears became. My heart thumped almost audibly in my chest as the rate of adrenaline diffusing into my bloodstream grew higher. By the time I realized it, the sensation had already become familiar to me. I was beginning to slip back into the man—no, the monster I had once been. Back when I had first begun my ruthless race t
Kylan Pulling out the two guns at my sides, I moved into the nearest building. It was a small storage unit with most of the upper deck still on fire, the flames gradually making their way down the structure. I slipped in silently and soon encountered my first group of enemies, a bunch of gangsters who were hurriedly trying to clear out the resources in the place before the crates were all destroyed by the fire. None of them noticed me until I had put bullets in the brains of two of their comrades. The rest were quick to turn and empty their clip in my direction. But I was already on the move by then. A quick roll allowed me to get in close and the stack of crates which I had hidden behind gave me additional cover. From there, I shot down another gang member who was carrying an assault rifle. The shot startled another person who was lifting a brown crate from the pile. Just before he could turn and unload his gun at me, he found himself instantly acquainted with the ba
Katarina I stared at Kylan with a curious and shocked expression on my face. My ears were definitely deceiving me right, there was no way he could stand there and act normal after everything that I've just heard. A mafia gang had been after me, and nobody cared to tell me? "What did you just say? What on earth is happening?" I inquired, curious and furious. Why hadn't he told me anything, I could have walked out of the house and gotten killed without even knowing anything about all of this. Was this why he had been so distant lately? Could it be that all those excuses for work had been a lie? Kylan sighed, his fingers combing through his hair in frustration. He hadn't accounted for the fact that I would find out about any of this, but he still managed to regain his composure right on time. "Calm down, Kat. I know how this looks, but I was going to tell you everything later." "Tell me when?" I demanded, not willing to buy his words just yet, not without proper explanations at l
Katarina I was the first to rise from the bed, and I couldn't wait for Kylan to open his eyes as well. I had slept all night with one thought in mind, and that was the answer to my question from last night. Where had he been to? Why was he wounded, and who were the men whom I had heard were after me?! I wanted the answers to all of those questions, but it was probably best to not rush things. I remained on the bed, curious and anxious. The alarm was yet to go off, and that was how I knew that my curiosity and anxiety had probably woken me a little bit too early. However, I really couldn't fall back asleep, not with everything happening in my head. Curious, I traced my fingers over his bandages, gently checking out his injuries and the other scars that painted his body like tattoos. There weren't many injuries on him, and the ones he had on didn't seem like they were life threatening. If anything, they gave him a more rugged appearance, and just tracing my fingers over them was
Kylan It had been so long since I've had a chance to really rest that I almost forgot that I had other duties to attend to. This whole business with Joanna and her gang had gotten me on a one track mind for quite some time now. Which meant I had ended up neglecting my company, something that Cole made sure to call to my attention any chance he got. Even though I had told him about the mafia's existence, I hadn't given him the full details just yet. As I got up from my bed with the intention of opening my curtains to let in the fresh morning sun, the memory of the call I received last night replayed itself in my head. It had only been a few days since I wiped out the Viper Gang, but fate still refuses to let me rest easy. Christopher's lawyers were back again, and now claimed to have tangible evidence against me. Something tangible enough that the judge had called me and my lawyers back to court for the next trial. The good thing about this was that Cole had not sounded worrie
Kylan "Cole." "Kylan?" "Before we leave for the court, call in my secretary and have her pick out the documents belonging to those that are already trying to betray us." Cole met my eyes, and a small smile curved his lips when he saw the concealed fury in my expression. "I can already tell how much this place missed having you around. Yeah, I got what you said. Now, what are we going to do about the court case?" I cast the documents in front of me one final disdainful look before shelving the thought aside. I would deal with it later, but for now I had a more pressing issue to take care of. "What do we know so far?" I asked. Cole leaned back in his chair and glanced at the set of black marbles on my desk. "There isn't much information to be honest. The heat only came after that rat Phillip Gaines came here and snooped around. He never saw the private archives though, and as for the records he was able to look at, I had already scrubbed those ones clean. My guess is th
Kylan Just like the court, the city harbor was not a place individuals like me frequented. But this time I had taken a bit of effort to use a different car since driving a Camaro into a port would not be very normal. And for what I had planned, subtlety was important. As I got closer, the fresh scent of the water filled the air around. I passed through the security checkpoint with nothing more than a single look at the officers at the post. Although they looked like regular law enforcement, I knew that was not the case. Ports like this one existed at multiple points along the city's coastline, and none of them were owned by the city's government despite what the people might think. Each of the ports were owned and managed by private corporations who would then lease out the structures to the government to use for import and export, all at a price completely dictated by them. This sort of behind-the-scenes collaboration made it difficult to determine who exactly held the ruling