Chelsea woke up and slightly opened her eyes. She didn't perceive the usual fragrance his bare body exuded. She reached out her hand and felt the space beside her. It was empty. She immediately sat up and looked around the room. He wasn't inside either. Only when her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the morning did she notice she was in her room. The previous night, after they left the party, they had made out in what looked like a hotel room. She hadn't paid attention to the environment because all that was on her mind at the moment was a craving to feel Dylan inside her. They makeout didn't last long before he smashed the living hell out of her. Maybe it was the desire for pleasure that blotted her memory. Or maybe it was the champagne she drank at the party. She hadn't been tipsy over champagne before though. Maybe this was 'real' champagne. She stood up and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up. She stepped out of her nightgown and stepped into the bathtub. She exhaled

Cross Enterprises Dylan leaned on the desk in his office as he dialed Victor's number. The line rang for some seconds before Victor picked up. "Pope" he greeted as soon as he picked the call."Hello, Vic" Dylan greeted in return. "How's it going?" he asked."The first phase has been taken care of. I had one of my most trusted hands take care of a group of men who were their biggest sponsors" Victor reported. Dylan smirked. "Was the message clear enough?" he asked."Explicitly clear, Pope. He had it done in a casino. The power was cut and when it came back on, the men were sponsoring with blood oozing from their throats. Even the casino's manager had no clue of what happened all through" Victor replied. "Beautiful" Dylan commented. "The next phase will begin very soon. I already have another of my competent hands spying out their location as we speak. He would be reporting to me in a few hours with the necessary information. As deep as I trust him, we can even expect more than the

Chelsea logged into her official mail account with Cross Enterprises and saw the scanned files in a new mail sent from Dylan's official mail. She downloaded the files and began analysing the data for the deal. What she saw impressed her. Selina had greatly improved. She was happy to be a positive influence on her. She made the necessary corrections on the terms and figures and forwarded them back to Dylan. She scheduled the mail to send the files later on. She schemed to do something else in the meantime. She had never forgotten what Bishop said on her first job with the cartel as a consigliere. Before they met with Stone, he had told her the man's weakness. "For men like that, their weakness is clear. Women. But only women who are smart enough can actually web them" she remembered him say.Now she planned on webbing him. He had seen her face so she wouldn't be going to meet him unmasked so as not to arouse any suspicions. She was going to see him with her mask on. As the Raven but

The Riches' Casino Dylan alighted the Urus and walked towards the entrance in his signature refined steps. Bishop and two of his guards followed behind him, all clad in black suits. As he walked into the casino, several eyes turned and landed on him but he feigned innocence and remained calm, smiling as his eyes searched the casino for Omar. His eyes fell on the Arabian at one corner of the casino. Surprisingly, he was alone, totally strange for a visiting foreigner of his status.Dylan turned to his companions and signalled for the two guards to stay outside, leaving him and Bishop alone. They walked through the sea of eyes and gazes towards the table Omar sat at."It's really hard for you to be unnoticeable in this city of yours" Omar said with a smile as Dylan got to him and sat down.Dylan chuckled. "That's what you get for letting the media and news cover your events" he replied. Omar laughed gently. "Good Evening, Mr. Cross" he greeted. "Good Evening, Omar. How is Prince Hake

Dylan gently let go of Victor's shoulders, his eyes squinting in confusion as his ears refused to believe that they had heard."The Mayor's what?" Dylan asked for reconfirmation. "Burnley is the leader of The Ironsides! He's been playing us the whole time!" Victor repeated his statement. "I don't believe it" Bishop said from his corner. He gently dropped the glass on the table and walked towards the duo. Dylan stood, staring at the ground as he tried to put two and two together. "Ask the dead man whom I sent to spy on the mafia cartel. He was made out and he paid for it with his life" Victor replied."Hold on a bit, guys. Back up a little. Let me get this straight. The Mayor, Burnley, that cunt, is the head of the fucking Ironsides? How in the name of Mary is that possible?" Bishop asked, not making sense of any of the information."I sent one of my trusted hands to spy on them, know their meeting place and retrieve essential information with regards to their plans and operations.