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
KylanI reached my company's building within thirty minutes. One of the valets approached me as I pulled over, the young man's professional expression morphing into shock when he saw the head of the company coming out of an unfamiliar car. Before I got further than a couple of steps forward, I noticed Diana's black Mustang parked at the corner of the building. "Hey," I called out to the young man, snapping him back to reality. "How long has the car been out here there?" "A little over an hour sir," he answered respectfully. "Your sister came by looking for you, and when she learned that you were out, she decided to wait until you got back." I almost frowned when I heard that. I never asked Diana to come by today, so what could she be doing here? Regardless, I was going to find out soon enough since she was still here. Leaving the door of the car open behind me, I tossed the keys to the valet and told him to keep it. The young man's eyes widened in surprise as he tried to stam
Katarina With Kylan at work, things got really boring at home. Diana was not being very nice, and I had no idea what I could possibly discuss with Festus. He seemed like a chill guy, but he wasn't exactly the type of person I could have fun with. He was always serious, professional and never stepped out of his official act. I left my room and headed down to the living room where Diana was seated. She seemed invested in what she was watching on the screen, and barely noticed my presence as I stepped into the room. She only came to realize that there was someone else in the room with her when I settled beside her on the couch. Her eyes slowly drifted towards my position, and all of a sudden she seemed uninterested in continuing the series playing on the screen. Her attention was now focused on her phone, and she didn't say a word to me despite the two of us being in the same room. The usual Diana would have welcomed me with a smile, possibly offered to make me a drink if I was u
Kylan As the heat from the failed lawsuit from my brother died down, I found myself getting back into gear back at the office. As I had expected and intended, word of what happened to Georg back at the docks spread around very quickly. It did not take long before some of the investors who had been having second thoughts about remaining with my company, began to show their renewed interest in working with us. As always though, there were a few who remained adamant, thinking that this was only a brief moment of respite from a dying giant. I had every intention of proving them wrong, and then making them pay. My first step was a total rearrangement of authority in the company. As I went through the records myself, I realized that while it had been my absence from the office that had slowed down business, the actions of some of my managers and officials had also be been detrimental as well. The amount of misdirected and misused funds was so immense that it was honestly quite in