The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 81

Chapter 81: Finding the Dark Hand.

Horace was losing his mind. The Shaw family had finally reacted. Only this time, it was not mere insult of taking their daughter. This was outright destruction. "Horace," Martha breathed, her hand rising to cover her mouth in horror. "What did you do to them? What did you do to make them come after us like this?" Her husband's gaze was haunted, his skin sallow and slick with cold sweat. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his throat as a plaintive voice echoed from the second -floor balcony overhead. "Dad?"

Both Horace and Martha whipped their heads up in unison to see their youngest daughter, Selene, standing frozen in the shadows above. Horace felt his heart plummet into his stomach. as realization bloomed across the young woman's face. "It... It was because of me, wasn't it?" She whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She looked hollow and weak. She had barely survived the Shaw family's dungeons, now this?

"Whatever you did, it was because of what happened with that Anya and me a little while ago, right?" She seemed sure her father was just avenging her.

Horace shook his head mutely, unable to offer any reassurance as his world seemed to crumble around him.

How could he explain that it had very little to do with her? How could he explain that he had been stealing from the Shaw this long and had even gone as far as to sell information to enemies? Chapter B1 Finding the Dark Hand

Selene watched her father's look of despair and really almost regretted being this obsessed with Daniel. She had always known he was dangerous but did not think he would go this far with her family.

If her family lost its place, their enemies would tear them apart.

As her mother's sobs echoed off the walls around them, she knew in her heart that they were all about to pay the ultimate price.

In another city, a plane landed on a private strip.

In seconds, a black SUV came screeching to a halt beside the jet; the tinted windows rolled down to reveal Jerry's scarred features twisted into a scowl.

"You're making us late, boss," he growled as Daniel climbed into the back beside him.

"Just drive," Daniel barked, already scrolling through messages on his encrypted phone.

It was a short journey through Angelo City's winding streets, the low-built buildings and loud vendors selling their goods making the city more lively than others as they drove past the cityscape into the dark side of the city. Daniel paid the chaos no mind, his jaw clenched tightly, his cold eyes radiating impatience bordering on rage.

wedged between a pawn shop and Chinese herb

kind of place built for making deals in

aside with a light

with cold air,

scent of cigarette smoke and the stench of stale

the slightest of nods to the server, who

a few minutes pass before

built man in his early thirties with rich

and let out a slight grin as Jerry

stopping his bodyguard's hand from reaching for a gun and pulling

from behind Jerry and approached the battered sofa, fixing the man with

voice devoid

"Well, I'll be... if it isn't the big dog himself back

"Cut the

warned, his tone terse. "We're not here to make

an arched eyebrow. "Then what can I do for Mr. Shaw, who is too

interrupted, extending his palm expectantly. "We need what you've got on it. I want the updated one, past ones, archives,

sobbed instantly at the mention of this list. It was the underworld's most notorious task blacklist. It

I can't just go handing over that kind of intel

Daniel was before him, his polished Italian shoes pressing into the

was a gun on his temple. Jon's bodyguard wanted to

us the intel we want, or I splatter your brains all

a fraction of

this. If I

the

already level

last person to call him,"