Harvey’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he kept a close eye on the dark sedan trailing Amara’s car. The ominous feeling in his gut only intensified with each passing moment.
He had been in too many dangerous situations not to recognize the signs. The car behind them was following them, and whoever was inside had an agenda that couldn’t be good.
His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins as he weighed his options.
He knew he had to act quickly, but rash decisions could lead to worse outcomes. He took a deep breath, his mind racing through potential scenarios.
Then, in a split-second decision, he decided to cut between Amara’s car and the sedan. If he could break the sedan’s line of sight, maybe he could throw them off.
He pressed down on the gas pedal, closing the distance between his car and Amara’s Car.
With calculated precision, he maneuvered into the lane directly behind her and then quickly swerved into the lane beside her, placing his vehicle squarely between Amara’s car and the sedan. For a few tense moments, he maintained this position, his eyes flicking constantly between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.
The sedan hesitated, as if uncertain of what to do next.
Harvey could feel the tension, every nerve in his body was on high alert.
The sedan’s driver seemed to notice the change and, after a few minutes of this cat and mouse game, he abruptly shifted lanes.
The dark car sped up momentarily, passing by and then slowing down as if it had never been following Amara at all.
But Harvey wasn’t fooled. He knew better. They had been tracking her, and his interference had made them back off.. at least for now…
Keeping one hand steady on the wheel, Harvey grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a picture of the sedan’s license plate. The image was slightly blurry, but the numbers were clear enough. He would need to run the plate as soon as he could, find out who it belonged to, and why they were after Amara.
When they finally reached the gates of the Moretti estate, Harvey felt a brief moment of relief. The estate was a fortress in its own right, heavily guarded and nearly impenetrable.
Amara would be safe here, at least for the time being. He watched as her car passed through the gates, waiting until she was fully inside before he turned his car around and headed back to Rowan’s house.
The drive back felt longer than usual, his mind replaying the events of the morning over and over. He kept glancing at the picture of the license plate.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that this wasn’t over, that the sedan was just the beginning of something much larger, much darker.
By the time he arrived at Rowan’s house, the sun was fully up, casting long shadows across the lawn. The house itself was as imposing as ever, its dark facade giving off an air of power and danger.
Harvey parked the car, took a deep breath, and stepped out, his mind already running through how he would present this to Rowan.
He entered the house and made his way to Rowan’s study. The heavy wooden door was slightly ajar, and Harvey could see Rowan inside, seated at his desk, his attention focused on the laptop in front of him.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the screen and the faint glow of the morning sun filtering through the heavy curtains.
Rowan looked up as Harvey entered, his eyes sharp and calculating. He could tell something was off the moment
Harvey walked in, the tension practically radiating off him.
“What happened?” Rowan asked, his voice low and steady, but with an edge of concern.
Harvey wasted no time, pulling out his phone and showing Rowan the picture of the license plate. “We were followed,” he said, his voice tight. “A dark sedan tailed Amara’s car this morning. I managed to get between them and threw them off, but I don’t think it was just a coincidence.”
Rowan’s expression darkened as he studied the photo. “Did you get a good look at the driver?”
“No,” Harvey replied, shaking his head. “The windows were too tinted. But I got the plate. We can run it and see who it belongs to.”
Rowan nodded, his mind already working through the possibilities. “Good work, Harvey. I’ll have my contacts look into this immediately.”
Harvey shifted slightly, hesitating before he spoke again. “There’s more. The way they backed off so quickly… it didn’t feel right. Like they weren’t just spooked. It was almost like they were testing us, seeing how we would react…”
Rowan’s eyes narrowed. He had been in the game long enough to know that Harvey was right. This wasn’t just a random encounter. Someone was watching them, studying their moves, and that was a dangerous game to be playing.
“Did Amara notice anything?” Rowan asked, his voice softer now, more concerned.
Harvey shook his head. “I don’t think so. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t want to alarm her. But she’s sharp. She might have picked up on something.”
Rowan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. His mind was racing, trying to piece together who could be behind this. Alessandro was the obvious suspect, but Rowan knew better than to jump to conclusions without solid evidence.
Whoever it was, they had resources and knew how to play the game.
“Keep this between us for now,” Rowan said finally, his voice hardening with resolve. “I don’t want to tip our hand until we know more.”
Harvey nodded. “Understood. What’s the plan?”
Rowan’s eyes gleamed with a cold determination. “We dig. We find out who’s behind this, and then we take them out. No mistakes.”
Harvey felt a chill run down his spine at Rowan’s words. There was a reason Rowan was feared in the underworld. When he set his mind to something, he didn’t stop until it was done.
“I’ll get on it,” Harvey said, already turning to leave.
“Harvey,” Rowan called after him, his voice softer now.
Harvey turned back, meeting his brother’s eyes.