Find her now

Dallion had just wrapped up a tense meeting with one of the magistrates from two towns over about a pending case on one of their Mafia who had a pending case. He had made sure the magistrate had understood him clearly and there was no way the old magistrate was going to act against him.

He leaned back in his black luxury sedan, the vehicle slicing through the night with its tinted windows concealing him from the world outside. Rain pounded mercilessly against the car, not the gentle, soothing kind, but like a strong and a fierce downpour that seemed to fall straight from the depths of hell. The slick, wet streets reflected the streetlights like shattered glass.

In the front seat, his driver wore a black leather jacket, collar raised high to protect his neck from the biting cold. His eyes, hidden behind dark aviators, flicked from side to side as he navigated through the rain-soaked streets. Every raindrop that hit the windshield was wiped away with mechanical precision, but the storm seemed relentless, never giving them a moment’s peace.

Dallion’s icy-blue eyes watched the city pass by through the slightly cracked window, the world distorted by the rain. His mind wasn’t in the meeting that he'd just concluded, nor the threats that had been exchanged. It was on something else. Someone else. A smile tugged at his lips—a cruel, knowing smile—as the image of jade-green eyes and a defiant smirk appeared in his thoughts. She had an umbrella that day, standing out in the rain like she wasn’t afraid of a thing. The memory of that figure stirred something dark and unfamiliar in him. That he didn’t seem to like it even a bit.

As they turned off the main road and approached the entrance to his sprawling estate, the car's tires crunched over the wet gravel. The electric gates slid open as if the storm couldn’t touch them. Inside the compound, men in black suits moved in silence, their faces unreadable, their eyes following Dallion's car with unflinching respect.

The car came to a stop under the covered entrance of the mansion. Before the car door could fully open, one of the guards in a black trench coat had his umbrella ready, shielding Dallion from the rain. Dallion stepped out, his Italian leather shoes clicking against the wet pavement. His sharp suit remained dry, thanks to the efficient guard. He didn’t even spare the man a glance.

"How's the weather treating you, Raven?" Dallion asked, his voice a deep, calm rumble as he walked towards the front steps.

The guard stiffened slightly but responded without hesitation. "It's cold, boss."

"Is that all?" Dallion’s eyes narrowed, but his voice remained neutral. He glanced back at his car. "You didn’t check the horses."

Raven’s pulse quickened, knowing full well Dallion wasn't talking about any real horses. His ‘horses’ referred to the precious fleet of cars they maintained, each one of the cars was as valuable as a life in Dallion's twisted world. And Dallion had a way of making sure everyone paid the price for negligence.

"Apologies, boss. I’ll handle it immediately," Raven said, bowing his head.

Dallion gave a brief nod before walking up the marble steps into the mansion, where his butler, Nickison, waited at the door. His coat was taken swiftly, and as he entered, a familiar figure emerged from the grand staircase.

Rose, his younger step-sister, stood at the top of the stairs, her black dress a sharp contrast to her fair skin and platinum blonde hair tied in high twin pigtails. She was seventeen but she was already vicious enough to make grown men shiver. Her smile was a weapon she wielded effortlessly.

“Did everything go well, big brother?” Rose asked sweetly, her voice dripping with false innocence.

Dallion didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You look ridiculous with that hair. Cut it off before I have someone do it for you.”

Rose’s smile faltered for only a second before she composed herself, the venom slowly seeping into her eyes. “You’re always so charming. It wouldn’t kill you to say something nice to me, you know.”

Nickison, who was standing nearby, swallowed nervously, he did not want to be part of this exchange. He knew better than to get caught in the middle of their sibling rivalry—one that often ended with someone especially the bystanders like him and the maids in the hospital. Or worse killed.

Dallion tilted his head slightly, his expression devoid of any warmth. “You being nice? When was that, Nickison? I don’t remember such a day.”

Nickison, caught off guard, stiffened. “I… I’m not sure, sir.”

Rose’s glare shifted towards Nickison, but he quickly bowed his head, pretending not to notice. Dallion smirked, enjoying the tension.

“You’re such a child, Rose,” Dallion muttered, stepping forward. “Grow up before you become a liability.”

Her eyes narrowed, but before she could retort, she smirked—a dangerous glint in her eyes. “By the way, Grace’s been snooping around in the attic. With that little mouse of yours.”

Dallion stopped dead in his tracks, his entire demeanor shifting into something darker. A slow, menacing smile spread across Rose’s face as she watched the flicker of anger in her brother’s cold eyes. Nickison froze, knowing this was about to turn ugly.

“Grace wouldn’t dare,” Dallion said, his voice low, dangerous.

Rose shrugged, walking past him with an exaggerated sway in her hips. “Why don’t you ask her yourself? I’m sure she’d love to explain what your little mouse has been up to.”

With that, Rose disappeared down the hall, leaving Dallion standing in the grand foyer, his mind ticking. Nickison, ever the observant butler, could see the tension mounting in Dallion’s frame.

“Nickison,” Dallion said, his voice eerily calm.

“Yes, sir?” Nickison asked, already dreading the answer, this wasn't right in any way.

“Find Grace. Now.”