The years fall away [Part 1]

Premier Kontonicolas and Bryon Markins stood quietly beside each other while Revolution Templonuevo finished an important phone call.

Today was the scheduled trip of their Commander to the country of Colombia, and it was their duty to see him off, despite their hectic schedules.

Both of them wore grim faces as they watched the man converse with someone else over the phone. Based on Revolution’s unimpressed expression, it seemed that a certain situation had occurred which managed to get on his nerves.

Premier had one thing on his mind as he thought deeply about the upcoming events that would come inevitably by Revolution’s means of transportation.

Thankfully, they were able to secure a permit to fly across Colombia’s territory without undergoing any inconvenience along the way. He also heard that the clan who personally contacted the Commander was able to establish worthwhile connections with their own government.

Things should run smoothly as expected from there.

Premier might not have been showing more of his emotions, but it did not mean that he never felt bothered since the arrival of Daphne Garza—the youngest daughter of the formidable Stefano Garza, and the little girl that he once adored very much.

Revolution did not bat an eye when he told him to throw the poor human being into what the insiders called Templonuevo Undercroft.

To him, it only meant one thing.

Daphne was in for an animalistic experience over there.

Premier could not wrap his head around the fact that the Commander was still willing to make use of her, knowing that they got the wrong person in the first place.

When the abduction commenced successfully, he felt relieved that the team he sent over to complete the special task did not attract unnecessary attention in order to capture their target.

It was Dahlia Garza, and as ruthless as it sounded, he could not find in him to feel even a slight hint of guilt because she was not dear to him at all.

Premier was already satisfied with the thought that Revolution would not dare touch Daphne upon heeding his small request. When he received the official report from none other than Drixie Washington, one of the members of his special squad, the least that he could do was praise her.

Although, he did back out on the very last second. He wanted to see results personally before expressing his approval.

However, that did not mean he was able to dodge another mistake.

“This better be important, Kontonicolas. I am in the middle of a transaction right now.” Revolution’s tone was as imposing as ever. The greeting contained a threat, and Premier was perfectly aware what could await him if he, by any chance, failed to meet the lord’s mighty expectations.

Meaning, the report he was about to deliver should bring delight to the Commander.

Although failure was purely unacceptable in this line of business, good news was not enough to compensate for the time he was about to waste on a phone call.

The news should not just be good.

It had to be accompanied with a pleasing effect.

“The schlemiel has been captured. We await your next orders, Sir. The operation team should be on their way now,” Premier briefly explained. He thought about the proper terms which must be used when speaking to Revolution in order to succeed in getting on his good side today.

Whenever the lord was not in the mood, he always sounded like this.

The crisp tone and edgy voice—those were just a telltale of what might happen once he returned to their base.

Luckily, Premier did not fail to lift the spirits of Revolution on this one.

Because…

“Good.” After that, Revolution hung up.

Premier revved up the engine of his Sedan. For today, he only had one job—and that was to follow the movements of Stefano Garza, know his whereabouts, watch out for suspicious men who seemed to be associated with the man, and make a detailed report about it.

As per usual, the said Garza had a tight security, and the place where he was headed to was heavily protected as well.

Nothing much had changed, huh?

The man was as still paranoid as he was back then.

Since it was a natural tendency, and perhaps, an undying habit of the Senior Garza, Premier overlooked the small details. Based on his data, Stefano would hold a meeting with an unnamed individual today.

That sounded just like him, so he decided not to sweat the unnecessary information.

Generally, this meeting should raise suspicions. It was already late at night, not to mention that Stefano did not look like he even had the slightest idea that one of his daughters got kidnapped.

Premier took out his wallet, and stared at the small picture. He could still recall how the young mistress kind of forced him to take a picture with her.

It was hard to say no to a young Daphne Garza, no matter which angle you looked at it.

He could not seem to forget her pleading eyes, telling him that she would cry any minute from now, once he continued playing hard to get on her.

She would be sad, and he did not want that to be her last memory of him.

“I want to go, too,” Daphne pouted.

“You may go once you grow a little older,” he replied, smiling—although it certainly did not reach his eyes for this was the last time he was going to see her.

His role in the Garza family had come to an end, and he was afraid that he was not coming back either. Premier never looked forward to look after a kid to begin with.

He knew that it would always end like this.

Although he was not quite sure if she would still remember him after being gone for a month or two, there was no mistaking it.

The situation would still cause heartaches.

Especially that his absence would definitely exceed the timeframe he had offered the young mistress.

“Vacation sounds good,” the little girl squealed excitedly. “I will tell Papa that I want to go with you.

Premier ruffled her hair. “Make sure to find your strength by then.

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