Chelsea was frozen to her bones. Her gaze was fixed on the man for almost a minute after she heard him call her birth name. It was a name that seemed as distant as the life attached to it. Laura Christian was a version of her that died several years ago. The death of that version bore life to who she was now, Chelsea Landore. The last thing she expected was someone digging up her past and the skeletons she buried with it. She had done many notorious things as Chelsea Landore. But Laura Christian was the most notorious. She had pulled her first scam when she was nineteen and she accidentally killed the man when he tried to kill her. She abandoned her home city of California and made her way to Atlanta, seeking a new life, a new identity from the place she had committed her first murder. Or so she thought. Because sitting here across her, with glass of whiskey in his hand and an evil smirk across his lips was the man she had supposedly killed, her first scam victim. Alex Shaw.She had

Chelsea sat quietly, observing Alex's every move. He stood at the other end of the room, leaning on a table with a glass cup clutched between his hands. She had seen him make a call some minutes ago and she deciphered that he was calling either a pickup driver or his search partner. Either way, she had to leave here, and fast.She gently stood up with a calm expression. Alex watched her skeptically through the space between his eyes and the rim of the glass cup he drank his drink from. She slowly walked towards him with her hands clasped behind her, a smile curving on her lips. He brought the drink down. "What do you think you're doing?" he scoffed with a smirk. "Walking" she replied elegantly, steady in her steps as she approached him.He abruptly straightened up. "Stay back!" he ordered calmly but seriously, putting the glass cup down.She ignored the order and continued walking slowly toward him. Her smile curved more as she got closer.He reached into his inner suit jacket and p

Dylan walked gently towards Chelsea, staring intently at her with disbelief in his eyes. Not that he didn't believe her report. No, he disbelieved the fact that a person in his or her right thinking senses would dare to rape someone in a hotel in Miami. Worse still, that the person would think of doing it to a staff of Cross Enterprises. And at the apex of that, even to his Chief Assistant. Whether as the Pope in the underworld or as Dylan Cross in the regular society, he was a colossal force that even the wildest of tigers dared not provoke. It was public knowledge that those who crossed Dylan Cross ended up devastated or destroyed. In the underworld, he could handle it instantly and in the most lethal way befitting of a mafia don that he was. Just a gesture and the unfortunate opponent would be laying dead at his feet in less than an hour. He had slain men who did far more less.In the regular society, he tended to handle it more civil. If the threat was from a fellow businessman,

Alex opened his eyes to a blurry environment. His head dangled, rising and falling as he tried to steady his vision. Gradually, his head steadied and the scene before him became clear. His eyes were still irritated so several spots dotted his vision but the overall scene was plain.He saw two figures before him, both of which he immediately recognised. One he had seen on TVs, billboards and other big screens and adverts all over Miami. Philanthropist, entrepreneur and owner of several of Miami's leading companies.The other person was much easier to recognise. He would recognise her in any city, putting on any dress, even if she changed her skin tone, he would know her with one look. He scoffed the moment he saw her.He felt a fastening on his wrists and ankles and pulled at them repratedly but none of them budged. He directed his gaze to his four limbs and found them chained apart, each limb ninety degrees away from the other. He was chained in a crucifix fashion, his hands to an ele

"Yes, Dylan. Yes. I will be your consigliere" Chelsea smiled at Dylan. She walked to him and threw the knife to the ground. She wrapped her hands around his neck and looked into his eyes meaningfully. "I will be anything you want me to be, Pope" she giggled softly, her tone having an indication of sinisterness. His arms encircled her hip and he drew her closer to him. He gazed at her admiringly and smiled."Let's rule the world, raven" he smirked and closed his eye, exhaling in delight. ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤Skylands HotelIn a section specially reserved for Dylan, Chelsea sat with him and three other men. She recognised one to be the mayor she had met previously in the same spot. The other two were rather aged men, obviously older than Dylan. One had a weathered appearance, giving off the he vibes of a seasoned mafioso. He wasn't clad in a suit typical of Dylan's men. He simply wore an all black themed attire consisting of a leather jacket and a pair of black leather trousers. The other dres