London, England.

"Did you see, Eileen?" Sebastian's deep, husky voice came, smirking emptily at his wife who was looking down, shaking in his absolute presence.

He was in his white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow, throwing his phone away.

The news of Nathaniel's imprisonment spread in the underworld like rapid fire. Nathaniel, being the only leader who was never arrested before

And is now arrested for murdering his own comrade. Some considered it a great plan for an atrocious purpose while to some it was the end of his era.

"This is the exact reason I won't prefer love." Whispering huskily, his finger slid under her chin, forcing her...