CHAPTER 7 （light in the dark）
MAX
The tumbler shattered against the wall, the amber liquid trickling down the expensive wallpaper.
But I barely registered the mess, rage boiling inside me as Marco’s words echoed in my mind.
Trisha was alive. That two-faced snake, the woman I had trusted and cared for—she had played me this entire time.
“How can she still be alive?” I bellowed, grabbing Marco by the shirt. “You told me our men would find and finish her.”
He shook his head desperately. “We tried, boss! Her team was too quick to hide her away. But our insider just confirmed she’s holed up in some kind of safe house now, but not in Malaysia.”
I shoved him backwards in disgust and began pacing like a caged tiger.
“Then where is she now?”
“Singapore,” he replied.
Trisha, my beautiful Trisha, had been selling me out for god knows how long, feeding intel to the cops about our operations.
Why else would our two big drug shipments have been intercepted recently?
It had to be her. And I was too blind, too enamoured by those big doe eyes and playful smiles to realise I was being played—that she was an undercover agent implanted in my gang.
But no more. Now, I saw her for the conniving viper she was.
I would find where she was hiding and kill her myself.
Watch the life drain from her eyes as I choked the breath from her lying throat.
She would pay for making me look like a fool, for betraying my trust and affection.
I had opened up to her like no other, letting her see sides of myself no one else was privy to.
And she had twisted it all to use it against me.
My hands shook with the urge to wrap my hands around that delicate neck and squeeze until it snapped.
I would find her, no matter where she cowered.
And I would be the last person she ever saw once I dug my fingers into those big betraying eyes.
She would regret the day she decided to make an enemy of me.
Because this wasn’t just about wounded pride. If my brother Ron found out about this—about me being duped by an undercover agent—he would have my head on a platter. The great kingpin, brought down by his idiot younger brother’s weakness for a pretty face.
No, I had to locate Trisha and eliminate her in a week before Ron arrived in Malaysia. He knew I liked Trisha and had been waiting to meet her from long. I could invent some story, pretend she had simply disappeared—as long as there was no living proof of how stupidly I had been played.
Turning back to Marco and the others, I straightened to my full height. “Find her location now. I don’t care what it takes—hack security cameras, torture her contacts, pay off informants. Just bring her to me before my brother gets here.”
They scrambled to obey as I poured myself another drink with shaky hands.
I would give Trisha one last chance to impress me—with how gracefully she could beg for her life on her knees before I ended it.
Then I would get rid of her for good. Because the time for games was over.
She would regret stepping into my playground, thinking she could outwit me.
I was the predator here. And she was nothing but my prey.