Polaris

Relief

I tapped on my table incessantly as I heard the clicking of a computer from Leon's side.

"21 Mayville Street, House Number 34. Pretty high-ranking."

"Thanks. Could you get a few of the boys for me? Those that are free."

"Purpose?"

"You remember Eli's past?"

"..."

"Yeah."

"I understand. They'll be there as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

The line cut off right after I said my thanks.

As much as I wanted to just barge into Blaine's alleged house, it wasn't too smart of an idea going solo. I would probably be beaten up if there were more than 10 men, which would only worsen Blaine's situation.

I continued to search up information on Noah Carter, and I found out that he actually got a promotion by bribery, in my own fucking company.

Calling up my secretary Claire, I couldn't hide the snarl in my voice. "Claire, find out the person who gave Noah Carter a promotion, get them out of this city. I'll explain when I see you, thanks in advance."

Next I called up my lawyer. "Clarke, got a case. I'll send you the information." He hummed in agreement, before cutting the call.

My phone suddenly rang, startling me out of my frenzied state. It was Blair.

"I've got Axel Rea's location. 21 Mayville Street, House Number 34."

Shit.

I paced around my room rapidly, tapping my foot continuously on the ground. God, this whole situation pissed me off.

I tried my best to calm down, taking a deep breath. I started to compile information on Noah into a file, but then I got a call, and the door bell rang.

"They're here. 7 boys were free, the others were working on the thing Avery told them about." Leon said as soon as I picked up, and I practically forgot to hang up the phone as I rushed downstairs.

"Hi, guys. I need your help on a rather..sticky situation. It's a personal matter, so don't take it as an order, it's more of a request." I spoke quickly, and one of the boys I recognised smiled brightly at me.

"Oh, so it's kinda like the same situation with Alpha's lover a few years back?"

Alpha was a code name for Leon, and I could remember what happened back then.

"Yeah. It is. In any case, there is an innocent person being abused, and knowing that, I'm not going to sit around doing nothing." I wasn't the nicest man alive, because I had gotten my hands dirty for the family before. But the word "innocent" seemed to strike a chord in the men standing before me. They looked more serious about the whole situation.

"Let's not waste any more time. There are cars in the garage, just pick whatever that's fast. Our location is 21 Mayville Street, House Number 34. Let's go."

I really couldn't bring myself to stall for whatever reason at this point.

I was first to speed off in the pitch black Noire, a car my company designed by themselves, the other Lamborghini Veneno, Lamborghini Sian, and 2 Porsches following suit.