"My point is, if the roles were reversed and it was me being held by our enemies, what would you do?"

Vengo immediately sat up straight at the statement, just the prospect of that even becoming a reality made his blood boil.


"I'll go find you."

Audrey cupped his face and locked eyes with him, a glint of seriousness and determination now reflected in it.

"That's your point, honey. If this happens, Michel will support you. He'll help you get me back, won't he? So it's time for you to support him."


Vengo was dumbfounded at his wife's statement.

Before that, all he wanted to do was do it his way. But she finally made him see his mistake.


This is a family and not just any family, they are an organization that has been around for longer than this.

Confronting Michel?

That would fall into the hands of the enemy and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

He would rather give up his life.

No, Black Roses's cause will always come first and he will defend it.

Along with his mafia brothers.

---

There were several unanswered knocks before he entered the room.

He's all polite, she'll give him that.

However, whenever Rosabella looked at this man, he sent chills down her spine in a strange way.

It was as if she needed all of her senses to be on high alert, ready to fight in case the situation warranted.

She only gave him a brief glance before turning her head to look out the window of the room they had given her to stay in.

The more she thought about the situation she was in, the angrier she became.

Rosabella seemed to have been stunned the first time she was taken out of Fanny's apartment and brought here.

Somehow, she hadn't pieced the clues together by the time Audrey helped her shower and gave her these ridiculous clothes - a black lace dress and a pair of heels.

Even if she was given this obnoxious big room.

Though as soon as she woke up from falling asleep from exhaustion, it all suddenly flashed through her: They were planning to keep her here - against her will.

Of course, she protested, shouted at Charles, and demanded his immediate release, but all her efforts were completely futile.

Charles didn't even flinch when she threw a vase at him, just an inch short of him.

Rosabella hates them.

Every single messed-up bastard is keeping her here, just like they did with Fanny.

But she won't give in like that.

No, she won't entertain their bullshit and trust them to bring her best friend back.

For all she knows, it was their fault in the first place.

It was their fault that Fanny's father was dead.

Rosabella swallowed the thick clot in her throat as she thought about the huge pool of blood that had stained the wooden floor in the apartment where he was killed.

Anyway, she was determined not to show any weakness in front of any of them.

And especially not Charles.

"If you're here to question me again, you might as well give up now. I don't remember more or less what I told you." She hissed at him and crossed her arms.

The man stepped further in and stood closer to her, making her instinctively turn to look at him again.

He is tall, has dark hair, and always wears a vest.

Rosabella almost wanted to laugh at her ridiculous outfit, but then again, he could really pull off this look since the face isn't bad to look at.

He's still an asshole who thinks he has the right to tell her what to do.

She will find a way out of the maze of a house and go to the police to tell them all about the bad things going on here.

"I decide when it's enough to ask questions, not you." He spoke realistically as his gaze remained fixed on her frame.

She notices them quickly flashing into her breasts, which makes her notice that he is doing it because she is squeezing her breasts together and showing him good tolerance by crossing her arms like that.

Immediately, Rosabella dropped her hands to her sides as she looked at him with one look.

That bastard doesn't even mind her getting upset with him, he will do what he comes.

And at that moment, the hatred for him only doubled, making her eyes sparkle with a fire she didn't know - exactly what drew Charles to her.

---

Michel was surprised to see Kaylin sitting in the furthest and darkest corner of the hotel lobby, wearing shady clothes while sipping her drink.

She clearly doesn't want to be recognized by anyone, which just means she's aware of how easily she can be a target in this game.

He quickly strode over to her, sitting down wordlessly as he kept his cool tone, clearing his throat.

"You have what?"

Kaylin stared at Michel and leaned forward, her words only to silence the mutters to make sure no one could overhear anything.

"You said that Eddie and Mark were the ones I should keep an eye on, but you were wrong."

"Why?"

"They don't know anything, Michel. And that alone makes me curious. How can their leadership carry out all these plans without anyone knowing? Who and whom will he tell? will help him?"

"The Phoenix Gang." He answered with determination, his tone emphasizing how confident he was about this.

But Kaylin shook her head.

"No, he must be related to someone in the Davies family. Someone other than Gwen. So I continued to find out..."

At this point, she leaned even further to continue whispering.

"Bellamy and Kieran went to the pub. I didn't want to talk to them both at the same time, so I convinced them to come back at separate times..."

By persuasion, Michel knew exactly that she might have dialed her charms and flirted her way to get what she wanted.