Ring ring…ring ring…tut."Fuckin hell!" Weylin Turner growled, almost throwing the phone away. "Hey! Don't break my phone like you did with yours," Mirela Davies, Weylin's old acquaintance, the leader of the gang The Red Hearts, and one of the most powerful mafia leaders of the USA, spoke as she took her phone away from his hand. "I didn't break my phone on purpose. I couldn't control my rage and…" Weylin sighed, looking out of the window. "Tch. You and your temper," she rolled her eyes. Tucking her locks behind her ear, she glanced at him. "3rd time?" "5th." Weylin massaged his glabella, looking exhausted."5th?!" Mirela's eyes widened as she leaned forward out of reflex. "You have been calling your wife for the 5th time?!" "Yeah." The mafia leader mumbled, without caring to take a glance at the lady. Closing his eyes, he continued massaging his glabella. After the long meeting with the other mafia leaders, he just wanted to return home and take a nap. "You're down on your luck

Around seven cars were moving on the hushed road. The speeding cars and their roars reverberated in the pin-drop silence environment. One of the men from cars that were following Weylin Turner put his head out of the window. He pointed his gun, aiming at the tires of Weylin's car to shoot and puncture them. Narrowing his eyes, the man pulled the trigger and the bullet escaped from his gun. But Weylin's driver, being one the best drivers of the mafia world, flawlessly escaped from the aim. "They are quite skilled," Weylin Turner muttered as he tightened the grip on his gun. He kept eyeing the speeding cars that were trying to get close to his car. As the cars were about to get close, Mr. Green kept speeding, escaping swiftly. Soon they reached an area that was far away from the residential area. Now things will get a bit easier. Weylin smirked as everything was going according to his plan. Soon they reached a road that had a lot of smaller roads joining it. "We should get Weyl

"What?!" Weylin sprang out of his seat. "What are you saying?!" He could feel a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead while his heart started to thump in his chest loudly. "Is Mrs Turner alright? Did anything happen to her? Nothing happened to her, right?" "Luckily Shadow and Old Master Turner arrived on time," Jace explained. "The situation came under control and your wife is safe."Weylin closed his eyes, feeling tons of bricks being lifted from his chest. He heaved a sigh of relief upon confirming his wife's safety. "Have those bastards already been caught?" Weylin grimaced. "Not yet." Jace's voice sounded low and hesitated. "Such a spine-chilling attack happened and the culprits are still roaming around freely?!" The mafia leader roared. "The leader of the Hawk is in the USA," Jace informed. "And we couldn't get hold of the information about them." "I'll take care of things here. I'll dig the entire area to find him if needed. That fvcker won't be able to get away from m

After around thirty minutes, all the information regarding Farren Allen was presented in front of Weylin. The live location of the leader of the Hawk was glowing in red on the huge screens of the computers and systems. There were some documents kept on the adjacent table. The sounds of the systems were the only sounds that could be heard in the pin-drop silence room. The highly skilled professionals of his specialised team, whose job was to ensure the safety of the crucial information of The Black Panther as well as to dig the highly confidential information about anyone who dared to target Black Panther or whoever they were ordered to take care of, were waiting for further instructions. Weylin exhaled the smoke of the cig as he stood up. His eye quickly scanned the information on the documents. His lips curved down as he went through the minute details. His aura appeared even darker, thanks to the black coloured shirt he was wearing with his sleeves rolled up to his lower arm. He bi

Weylin, who was obscure about the fact that he had been shot, turned around. He only felt a sudden push from behind which caused him to stumble a bit before he heard the screaming of his bodyguard. Realising that he had been shot, he turned around to shoot the jerk. Before he could even aim, Mr Green had already shot him dead. The next moment, shooting started and the bullets, which appeared like a swarm of bees flying, were aimed at the mansion that ensured that no one would come out alive or escape the consequences of messing with Weylin Turner. Meanwhile, Weylin felt a dampness on his left shoulder, to be specific, on the shoulder blade. That punk aimed for the leader's heart to put a full stop to his journey but he wasn't skilled enough to take Weylin down. He touched his shoulder only to realise that he was bleeding heavily and the crimson liquid went unnoticed till now due to the black of the shirt he was wearing.He was feeling a buzzing sensation around his shoulder blade whi

"Did that guy spill the beans?" Blake asked, neatly cutting the steak and making perpendicular slices. Pinning the meat down with the fork, he proceeded to take a bite. "Not yet," Shadow replied, sitting on the adjacent chair. She waited for her master to finish his breakfast before getting into the proper discussion. "He's a tough nut to crack." "Kai Bailey is that kind of guy who considers loyalty above everything," the old master said, taking a bite of the tender yet crunchy asparagus. The combination of steak with well-cooked asparagus and crispy potatoes was always his favourite dish for breakfast. "But that doesn't make us go easy on him. Use every known method to extract the truth from him. He shouldn't have tried aiming at my daughter. Since he already did the deed, there's no need to go easy on him." "Yes, master." Shadow nodded. Biting her inner cheek, she glanced at the other. "No matter how much I try to connect the dots, I couldn't understand one thing. He attacked the

Garaine stood there like a statue, unable to believe her ears. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes. She felt like her feet were glued to the floor. Is it really Mr. Turner?She had an unexplainable urge to cross-check if she could really trust her senses. Her heart almost stopped beating when she saw Weylin standing on the other side of the door through the peephole. The tears that were held back by sheer willpower escaped her eyes before rolling down her cheeks. A sudden hot flush spread from all from her neck to her cheeks. It's really Weylin Turner!“Mr. Turner…” She breathed out, touching the door with her palm, as a wave of relief washed over her. Though she confidently said she was sure he wasn’t dead, she wasn’t very certain of her words. Because that’s how the mafia works. Life and death in that world were completely uncertain. She couldn’t do anything if something really happened to her husband when he disappeared without a trace. “Mrs. Turner, please open the door!” Weyli

Garaine quickly wrapped her arms around him as he fell unconscious. "Mr. Turner, wake up!" Garaine shook him before tapping his cheeks, attempting to wake him up. "Open your eyes. Mr. Turner!" Abruptly, she noticed the abnormal temperature of her husband. Frowning, she put her palm on his forehead. "Damn! He is burning!" she uttered, astounded by the high temperature he had. Hearing the commotion, Lucia came out. "What happened?!" She exclaimed, kneeling beside her best friend. "I d-don't know," Garaine replied, feeling a lump around her neck. Tears glistened in her eyes. "I was talking to him and suddenly he fainted.""Let's take him inside first." Wrapping his arms around her neck, Garaine carried him on her back after a huge struggle. She laid him on her bed with utmost care. “What shall we do now?” Garaine asked on the verge of a breakout. “Shall we take him to the hospital? No no…It will take time. Let’s call the doctor. No! The best option is to-”“You need to calm down

Weylin blinked twice, his eyesight being hazy. With a few more blinks, his vision cleared. An unfamiliar pastel blue ceiling welcomed him. Where am I? Weylin thought, squinting his eyes. He put his hand on his forehead, out of habit while waking up, only to realize that there was a wet cloth on his forehead. Frowning, he propped his body on his elbows. Abruptly, his eyes fell on Garaine who was sleeping on her arms which were kept on the edge of the bed while she sat on the stool. She fell asleep while taking care of him. There was a small tub of water kept on the adjacent stool with a wet towel on its rim.“She was taking care of me.” An unannounced smile spread on his lips. Pushing his body, he sat up, leaning against the pillows behind his back. Her untied tousled dark hair fell on her back like the dark clouds covering the sky before a tremendous storm. Those tangled locks fell on her face, blocking the view of her angelic face. He had an irresistible urge to push those naught

“Didn’t you see a small pink-colored note kept under a vase in your makeup room?” Weylin asked, muddled. “No.” Garaine shrugged her shoulders. “Did you check the table?” Weylin repeated anxiously. “The note mentioned that I would go to the USA because of an urgent matter and will explain everything once I’m back.”“There was no note, Mr. Turner.”“That’s strange!” Weylin’s eyebrows were knitted into a deep frown. “I gave the maid the note and saw her putting it under the vase. How could that disappear?” “Is she a permanent maid of the Turner mansion?” She wanted to know. She already suspected foul play. “I think so,” Weylin replied, thinking deeply. “It looks like someone intentionally removed the note from its place to create a misunderstanding between us.” His gaze grew darker. “Who the heck tried to come between us!?”“Mr. Turner, let's forget the past,” Garaine smiled gently, masking her doubts. Getting angry would only deteriorate his health which she didn't want at any cost