"In the meanwhile, we will take your son, Jared Augustus under custody," Valarie stated, not looking at Frederick before she left the room with Ryder and Preston right behind her. There was a small satisfied smile on their faces, unlike Frederick who stared at them in horror.

Before he could speak a word, the door was locked and he was left all alone in the isolated cell once again. "How did things end up this way?" Frederick shouted, his eyes turning vile in anger. "Where did we go wrong?"

Frederick was so angered to death that he kicked the chair he was previously sitting on and toppled the table in front of him. The entire cell was filled with his curses and profanities for a long time. However, his anger did not curb. Instead, it only grew as time passed by.

A few minutes passed with him walking around and from all the shouting he had done, his throat had run dry. Picking up the chair he had thrown away some time ago, he sat on it and pondered about what had happened the last twenty-four hours. 'It all started with the video and who the hell was it to shoot it? How did they find out about us, about the factory?'

However, even after a lot of thinking, he could not deduce anything and he ended up staring at the white walls surrounding him. There was another thought running in his mind which he was sure to be the truth. That there was a mole in the gang and it was him who had done the work.

Irrespective of who it was, they had been caught and it would not be long before his son, Jared and the evil Godfather would end up in the same state as him. "I am sorry son. I let you down." Frederick lowered his head, reprimanding himself for creating trouble for everyone.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jared had found out about the factory issue only after the wee hours of the morning. His assistant had been calling him the entire night to inform him about the same. But the man had been busy in seeking pleasure with the woman he had met at a party. So, none of the calls were connected through.

It was only somewhere around ten in the morning did he notice the number of miss calls on his phone and immediately, he realized that something to have gone wrong. And the news he received made him grit his teeth in fury, even more than Frederick. He smashed his phone on the ground, waking up the girl who had been sleeping blissfully on the bed after their intense make-out session.

"Jared, is everything alright?" The woman asked as she lifted her head slowly. She seemed to be tired but satisfied. Only then did Jared remember about her presence.

"Get out." He ordered, his voice low and dangerous.

"What?" The girl looked at him in confusion seeing his sudden shift in behavior.

Jared was losing his patience slowly and the girl was only making his blood boil all the more. "I said, get out." He barked and this time, his eyes were so deadly and lethal that the woman was scared out of her wits. Not wasting another moment, she picked up her clothes and ran away like a frightened chicken.

Jared pressed his forehead. If the woman was not the daughter of one of his partner investors, he would have killed her right away. She was just a nuisance for him, nothing more than a casual fuck.

He picked his spare phone as he knew that the previous one was of no use now and called his assistant. "Call for a gang meeting at three. I need to come up with a backup plan. Also," Jared stopped suddenly, dread taking over his entire body. "Is there any news from Godfather?"

"No Master. No news from him yet." The assistant replied only to hear a curse from the other side.

"Damn it. Then it is bad news. We are in trouble, great trouble. What the fuck did this old man do? This man is nothing but a truck full of troubles." Jared took a deep breath trying to calm down. "Arrange for the meeting. I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Master." The assistant replied.

The call ended and Jared plopped on the bed that still smelt of sex. However, the man ignored it. He had other pressing matters to attend to. 'I hope Godfather would not be furious.'

Jared was not scared about his father getting caught. But he was scared about his Godfather's wrath. Irrespective of anybody's fault, it would always be Jared who had to face his wrath. And the man was a nightmare when provoked. He hated it when things did not go his way and angering him was the last thing Jared had in mind.

However, Jared could do nothing. The deed was already done and now, he could only face the terrifying man head-on. Just as he was cursing his fate, he received a message on his phone. 'Arrange a meeting with everyone. I want to have a chat with all of you.'

As soon as Jared read the message, the phone in his hands fell with a loud thud and he shrank back on the bed in fear. He did not have to guess who the message was from. His Godfather had found out about the issue and he was coming for him. Just imagining the man's cruel face was enough to form goosebumps on Jared's body. He did not want to meet him at all, not in this situation.

The news had spread faster than he had thought and he did not know how to handle the issue. His mind was a mess and now, even his hands were shaking. If given a chance, he wanted to escape meeting the man as much as possible. But he knew that it would never happen. Even if Jared tried to hide, the Godfather of his would hunt him down and peel his skin for his courage.

Jared was yet to recover from the shock when his phone rang again. Dreading it be his Godfather, he picked it up immediately.

"Master, we have a problem." Much to his relief, it was his assistant.

"What?" Jared barked, unable to control his rage anymore. "What more could happen now?"

"The people from the Intelligence have come to your office and they are looking for you."