Shadow Pursuit

Two

He waited for the news.

His underground house was flooded with bodyguards. The best of them. Kamal Mukstav was a name the country feared, and schools taught about. He was not to be messed with at all. All he needed to do was play his cards well and bring his traitor back.

Kamal was one of the most wanted men in Columbia. He played his cards so well he had contacts everywhere, including the military and every investigative body. Kamal was so dangerous he'd made a truce with the police to not kill anyone if they stopped hunting him. They didn't want to give in, but they had to. In the wink of an eye, he could cause destruction so well the country would spend years fixing it. His chase had been a lifetime of damage repair; the government finally stopped after he'd burnt down up to five hospitals and nine public schools after they'd killed his firstborn son. They had no choice but to call a truce, and he was a name the country feared, yet respected.

Kamal wasn't all evil and destruction. Many natives respected him because his good side was magnificent, building so much with the illegally obtained money he might win as mayor if he wasn't wanted.

Kamal lay on his bed, unperturbed by Layla trying her best to amuse him with her sexy lingerie. On a normal day, her touch would've aroused him but not today, not when someone betrayed him.

Betrayal was a thing he never tolerated. Ever since his wife, Jessica, had betrayed him. Damn b***h fell for some dude from the military and decided to reveal where his secret hideout was. Even if Kamal was able to evacuate in time, he still lost his firstborn son. That kid would've made his father proud, he was Kamal's carbon copy. Now, he had to make sure Jose Miguel, who was currently Thirteen, would grow up to follow in his footsteps. His daughters were good though. Maria and Paula now worked with him. They were great infiltrators. They fought like men and they did their job well. Even if they were both from different women, he was proud of his girls.

Kamal inhaled from his pipe. What was taking him this long? His new tech guy, Jose Luis was good, but not as good as the damn traitor. He was slow and ineffective. Like he was summoned, his right-hand man, Hugo, walked in. Hugo was someone Kamal respected so much. He'd earned his place as his right-hand man and Kamal respected him for it. He knew Hugo would give his life for him, and he'd proved that countlessly. Yet, Kamal refused to trust anyone, and he alone knew the location of all fifteen underground warehouses in which he kept his precious wealth stored. Money, gold, diamonds, etc. He had twelve warehouses in different countries of the world, and many houses as well. Kamal was the type of man who could not be easily found. He could be at his house and he could make the country flip at his command.

"Boss, Jose Luis is here."

Finally, Kamal thought.

"Bring him in," Kamal responded.

Hugo nodded and left. A man of few words. He liked his men that way. Kamal turned to look at Layla, who was currently trying her best to turn him on. He searched for the bundles of money neatly stashed in his breast pocket and threw three bundles at Layla.

"Come again tomorrow, and bring two of your friends with you."

Layla smiled as she took her generous tip.

"Thanks, Papi," she said, walking out. He watched her hips sway as she walked away. The b***h loved to entice him. He may probably get her pregnant too. Kamal made a mental note of the unique characteristics and decided to make her one of his baby mamas. Most of his children from different women were dead, but he still took care of their mothers.

Kamal's children were targets from the authorities, and so he made sure he kept having as many as possible, to make things hard. Most women would wish to be his baby mama. He entertained this thought before Hugo ushered Luis in, his gun firmly placed.

"Boss, I finally have information about his whereabouts."

"Took you long enough."

Kamal left the couch, adjusted his suit and sat on his office table, activating his boss mode.

Luis dropped some files at the desk.

"Dylan Cross. That's his birth name."

"Tell me something I don't know," Kamal interrupted. He was an impatient man. Most of his workers used aliases. He always did a background check on them and knew their weaknesses, this was the best way to be a superior boss. For Dylan, he'd appeared as an orphan with no direct links.

"Well, did you know he is directly related to Jordan Cross, AKA Don Roberto?"

Kamal lowered his brows. This new information was alarming. He never pictured Dylan with a family. The brother's name was familiar but he couldn't quite place it.

"The hell is he?"

Luis dropped another file on my desk. "Dylan Cross used to work as a right-hand man to Lucien Kane."

Kamal held his gasp. Lucien Kane. His nemesis. Everyone thought Lucien was long gone but they had no idea. He'd gone into hiding, training, regenerating his army, to conquer Columbia back. Kamal had done one or two businesses with Lucien, yet he knew he couldn't go too close.

"And..?"

"Turns out Jordan's been in hiding for years. He was the one who leaked the information that caused a pause to Lucien's reign."

Kamal raised my brows. That's why he was familiar. So the brothers were traitors, huh? Perfect siblings.

"After he betrayed Lucien, Jordan fled Columbia and is now in hiding. I also found out Jordan was once in the military. He'd been kidnapped under one of the many attempts to capture Lucien and he faked his death to join forces with Lucien."

Oh, so he was forced. Classic. Kamal made a mental note about that.

"Why so much info about the damn traitor? I'm more interested in Dylan. Let's leave Jordan to Lucien. I'm sure he'd be on his death list," Kamal joked. For real though, Lucien would kill Jordan when he came back.

"Well, I just wanted to get you familiar with the basics. I've been monitoring Jordan Cross in Arizona. He now goes by the name Jordan Guyana, with Cross as his middle name."

"So?"

"I have been monitoring his stats and account. For a week now, he's been suspiciously buying more groceries."

"So?"

What was my business with his damn appetite?

"Jordan is Dylan's only family alive. Columbia is not safe for him. I'm sure Jordan must be hiding Dylan now."

Kamal put two and two, and it made sense. If Dylan had only one help and he was wanted, of course, he'd seek help with his traitor brother.

"Do you have proof he's there?"

"Not directly. I've just been monitoring his whereabouts and cash flow and he's been suspiciously cautious. If you check the pictures, he's always wearing thick clothes and face caps or shades to disguise. Also, as I mentioned, he's been spending more than required."

"He must know something."

"Exactly."

Kamal pulled out a locker from his table and brought an envelope filled with cash. He paid all his workers in cash. Even if he had multiple accounts and pseudonyms, he still wanted to be safe.

"You can go. Keep monitoring Jordan until I send for you again."

"Thanks, boss."

As he left, Kamal clicked his tongue.

He didn't want Jose Luis to know his next move. Nobody knew.

"Hugo!" Kamal called out,

"Boss," Hugo replied, walking to him.

"Send Pablo and five others to Arizona. They'll have to pay a visit to an old friend for me."

Hugo gave a suspicious look at Kamal. He never asked questions, he won't now.

"Yes boss," he replied and walked out.

Dylan played with fire and he'd definitely get burnt.

"I'm coming for you, Dylan Cross."