The country was calm, but the storm was brewing on the horizon and fast approaching, much to the discomfort of the Marge couple. Blair had been busy; she was more at the headquarters, leaving things in the capable hands of her PA.
On the other hand, Kabir had traveled out. His attention was needed in country S, where the main headquarters of most Mafia syndicates are located.
His flight had just touched the ground when a set of men in black walked over to him, escorting him to the car. Dressed head to toe in black, Kabir's eyes burned with dominance, his very presence demanding obedience.
He stepped out of the jet, and a guard quickly took his suitcase and another of his bags. From Brandon Murfield, his right hand matched steadily, updating him as they moved forward.
"You should do something about your brother," Brandon suddenly voiced. Kabir stopped in his tracks and turned to the guards following behind.
