Chapter 63 Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Chapter 63

However across the city. Arthur drove through Italy like a man chasing something for more dangerous than time.

The black Sudan tore through traffic, and at the speed that could have terrified almost anyone else however, wavering between vehicles with ruthless precision. While the city was rushing past in a blur of Steel, glass and rain dark Street.

Marcus on the other hand, the man start in the passenger seat, gripping the handle about the door, but his eyes were moving constantly between the road, ahead of him and tracking screen mounted between the dashboard.

The king barely scene aware of any of this.

His hands remained locked around the steering wheel, while his grapes so tired that his knuckles will going white, turning very quickly.

The muscles on his face with tightening visibly as well, as he was driving madly. His expression carved from something colder than anger. Because it was not anger, not even despiration, it was clearly his strength coming forcefully out.

Every few seconds his eyes flicker towards the tracking screen, making sure he understood where his wife Lydia was at the very moment, the signal continued appearing and then suddenly it would disappear without any warning. Needless to say the frustration of that was killing him.

She wanted complete visual on her, but one moment it was there and the next it would vanish away. And his heart would beat so fast every time but happened because the worst of the worst dance came back to him over and over again. Everything good time some waves were interfering with the signals.

Warning notifications flash repeatedly across the display as the tracking system struggle to maintain a stable connection and for The King this was like dying. He was losing it.

And not because he was lacking patients, that was never the case but because uncertain day was one of the few things he didn't you only despised. He need a facts he needed allocation, and it clear location at that to reach her. And he needed answers right now, the only thing he did not have at the moment and none of his richer could have solved this problem at the moment.

"Still nothing." Marcus finally sad glancing towards him. And Arthur did not answer. The silence itself became the answer for both of them. Another failed call. The 4th in less than 5 minutes.

Marcus watched his boss expression dark and slightly as the connection died once again. The bodyguards assigned to littiest till were not responsive. No one giving any updates and that worried Arthur more than the bombs could have. And even more than the attack itself.

Is there whom there they answer, and if they were dying, they would answer.

The fact that they had been nothing but silence for nearly 10 minutes told, Arthur everything he needed to know. Something had gone wrong, wrong terribly wrong.

His grape went tight further around the wheel.

And then he went faster than ever. Marcus did not look a little bit concerned. Understanding that he to have to reach Lydia to save her.

The Sedan mobed forward immediately.

The engine crowd beneath them as he pushked harder, cutting through traffic with frightening precision. Other driver's blasted their horns as the black car shot past them.

But he did not react.

Because there was a image that refused leave his mind and it that image was....

Lydia.

The burning house.

The shattering windows.

Explosions everywhere.

Hey could not help but think the fear she was in all this time and he was not there to help her, not even to protect her.

The possibility that someone had manage to get their hands on her before he arrived. Something dark immediately inside of him, inside office chest as well.

Arthur Romero, head spent most of his life learning how to survive loss. He understand betrayal breathing. She never expected anything out of anyone, it was a waste of time and he understood that. That was the pattern of his life.

She had completely understood and master violence, and giving no reaction to that either. He understood the art of war. She had seen at all his life, taste the feeling of it, what it can give and what it can take away.

She had buried friends when time had come. Enemies, family members even the man did everything he had to to survive.

Most of which could have broken a man almost immediately long time ago. Someone could have been lost through it all.

But the thought of some are taking Lydia away from him was different. Dangerously different this time.

Because somewhere along the way, without even realise him or understanding when it happened. She had become the one thing in his life that no longer felt replaceable. Also forgettable.

It was near to impossible.

The realisation had a right slowly but it had definitely arrived to him. Building pieces by pieces until one day it simply existed.

And now the mare possibility of losing her made something violent stir beneath his control.

Marcus glanced towards Henry flee.

In all the years he had known Arthur, he had seen him angry count this time. She has seen the king be rudeless, cold and even merciless. He had watch Arthur destroy powerful man with nothing more than a few carefully choseen words and that would be enough to bury dangerous enemies without losing a single hours sleep afterwards. But this was something else entirely.

Arthur wasn't angry this time. The king was afraid. This was not something people witnessed everything will there. Or even ever.

And that even frightened Marcus more than almost anything.

The phone rang again. Both the man looked at it immediately. For the first time all morning, a signal had final gotten through.

Marcus grabbed it before the second ring even came and answer immediately.

"Talk." He said and static cracked briefly through the speaker before avoid finally emerge. Marcus listent carefully while the king continue driving. Every muscle in his body going tense enough to snap.

A few seconds past before Marcus expression change.

And the king noticed it almost instantly.

"We have got them."

Arthur's eyes snapped towards him.

And the words hit harder than gun fire. "Where are the at the moment?."

Marcus listen for another moment before repeating the location. The moment the final street name and the area name came and left his mouth. Arthur reacted.

They were slightly far away from the city, in The wild if necessary.

The steering wheel turned sharply beneath his hand. And the Sedan went into another road without hesitation, the tires not screaming briefly against the wet pavement before find it traction again. The traffic scattered head of them as the black car was a moving forward with an extremely immense speed.

The ancient road beneath them, why the city blurred even faster outside the window.

For the first time since the attack, on her house had began. The kings first something she had not felt all morning.

Right now this man and finally had "direction".

This man finally had a purpose, and now a target is well.

She was getting closer, not close enough not nearly close enough but closer.

And as the miles between them began shrinking, something cold and very dangerous settled inside of him, inside of The King.

Whoever had planned this attack, and pulls off all of this. Whoever was behind who touched his family and scared his family. Who ever had decided Lydia was something they could take and even frighten. They were about to learn exactly why, Arthur Romero was so feared in this world.

The black Sedan disappeared the play into the city, taking The King towards what ever was waiting ahead. While somewhere beyond all of this horror. Lydia remained trapped in a nightmare she did not want to be in. And it was far from over.

Arthur's expression never changed as he drove, but Marcus knew him a very well to recognise the truth.

The man responsible still believed th

ey were hunting.

What they did not realise was that The hunt had already ended, and now the king was coming for them.