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.

a dark alleyway bar wedged between a pawn

of place built for making deals

who stepped aside with a light nod, letting

cold air, a stark contrast from the desert heat

and the stench of stale beer everywhere,

to a dimly lit back room, giving the slightest of nods to

let a few minutes pass before they swept through

with rich brown skin and glittering predator's

and let out a

greeted in a gravelly drawl, stopping his bodyguard's hand from reaching for a gun and pulling Jerry into a

as Daniel stepped out from behind Jerry and approached the battered sofa, fixing the man with an icy

his voice devoid of

swallowed hard as his fight or flight instincts kicked into overdrive even as he saw Daniel. But he held back and pasted a broad, winning smile on his face. "Well, I'll be... if it isn't the big dog himself back on my humble streets." His gaze

"Cut the

terse. "We're not

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

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

blacklist. It covered every task, from abduction

You know I got honor, I can't just

his polished Italian shoes pressing into the smaller man's

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

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

eyes wide with terror, for a fraction of a second before instinct

will be in trouble for this. If I spill, I would not

the Durk

was already

last person to call