he knew the conversation Lucca had had with Kyo had everything to do with it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jackson Wyatt was thrilled. The ordeal had been long and there were times when he had felt rather hopeless. But when it was all said and done, it was going to be worth all the headaches and sacrifices. This coveted route, set between Chicago and Japan, was going to be open for business very soon.
And it would be his.
All his.
Yes, certainly Max Tyler was a force to be reckoned with and Jackson had to think along the lines that things might be going too smoothly, but he also knew Tyler was a man in love and love was an emotion strong enough that it could bring even him down.
Though Jackson knew he should be more cautious, he also knew that, with Asher Madden in their hands, they had complete control over the powerful man. As far as Kyo was concerned, he was to come and collect Madden tonight at a location yet to be announced. He knew Kyo had been told there'd be someone Tyler was going to send for the exchange as well—there might be a slight problem in taking his prize—but as long as Kyo was aware and was not concerned, then there was no reason why Jackson should be. In the end things weren't going that way anyway. He planned on changing it up.
Kyo might not be someone Jackson should trust so completely either, but he was so excited about Max Tyler going down it was hard to actually see anything beyond what he was experiencing right now. Tyler had disgraced him. Yes, he had also redeemed him, put him more on the map then even the best PR group in Chicago—or even the country—could do. But he had still embarrassed him and put his future, his very life, at risk. And if Jackson hadn't moved fast and gotten his hands on Tyler's Madden, Tyler would not have done what he had; he'd have left him to wallow in a destroyed existence. There was no way Jackson could forgive that or allow it to go unpunished. After all, he knew Tyler would do the same thing in his shoes.
He laughed. Yes, it was too bad Tyler wasn't going to live to experience the humiliation of knowing he had been totally out-witted by a man he thought was beneath his concern.
Oh, Jackson knew it. He knew Tyler thought he was an idiot, hardly worth his attention. He'd be dead, rather than just disgraced, if Tyler had thought he was a threat, but the very fact he was alive was proof Max thought little of his ability to be a contender. It was an insult to the highest degree. And now he planned to make sure the man would regret his arrogance. He wasn't going to regret it for long, but in those moments before death he'd definitely know he had fucked up where Jackson was concerned.
However, there was still one thing Jackson wanted to do to Tyler. One more knife twisting thing. Even he was surprised at the evilness of his own laugh as he picked up the phone.
* * * *
Max was finding it hard not to just take them all out. Period. He should have done that in the first place. If he had killed that bastard Jackson in the beginning, he'd not be facing this now. He knew it right down to his bones, but now he had to wait. He was still attempting to find out Asher's location, but it was starting to look more and more like that wasn't going to happen, at least until the end. It wasn't that he misjudged this Red Dragon gang. It wasn't as if they were smarter than Max in any way. They just kept moving Asher, and Max was not receiving sufficient information fast enough. He was catching up. There was no doubt. It just looked like it wasn't going to be in time. So he needed to be patient until that knowledge finally surfaced. And if it didn't, there was always plan B. The problem with plan B was it put Asher more at risk. Although at least Max knew that with the way he'd set it up, they'd keep Asher alive. So if he had to wait, he had to—but doing so was hard.
He smiled.
This was not him. Truly, totally, completely not him. He was used to just simply making a decision
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jackson Wyatt was thrilled. The ordeal had been long and there were times when he had felt rather hopeless. But when it was all said and done, it was going to be worth all the headaches and sacrifices. This coveted route, set between Chicago and Japan, was going to be open for business very soon.
And it would be his.
All his.
Yes, certainly Max Tyler was a force to be reckoned with and Jackson had to think along the lines that things might be going too smoothly, but he also knew Tyler was a man in love and love was an emotion strong enough that it could bring even him down.
Though Jackson knew he should be more cautious, he also knew that, with Asher Madden in their hands, they had complete control over the powerful man. As far as Kyo was concerned, he was to come and collect Madden tonight at a location yet to be announced. He knew Kyo had been told there'd be someone Tyler was going to send for the exchange as well—there might be a slight problem in taking his prize—but as long as Kyo was aware and was not concerned, then there was no reason why Jackson should be. In the end things weren't going that way anyway. He planned on changing it up.
Kyo might not be someone Jackson should trust so completely either, but he was so excited about Max Tyler going down it was hard to actually see anything beyond what he was experiencing right now. Tyler had disgraced him. Yes, he had also redeemed him, put him more on the map then even the best PR group in Chicago—or even the country—could do. But he had still embarrassed him and put his future, his very life, at risk. And if Jackson hadn't moved fast and gotten his hands on Tyler's Madden, Tyler would not have done what he had; he'd have left him to wallow in a destroyed existence. There was no way Jackson could forgive that or allow it to go unpunished. After all, he knew Tyler would do the same thing in his shoes.
He laughed. Yes, it was too bad Tyler wasn't going to live to experience the humiliation of knowing he had been totally out-witted by a man he thought was beneath his concern.
Oh, Jackson knew it. He knew Tyler thought he was an idiot, hardly worth his attention. He'd be dead, rather than just disgraced, if Tyler had thought he was a threat, but the very fact he was alive was proof Max thought little of his ability to be a contender. It was an insult to the highest degree. And now he planned to make sure the man would regret his arrogance. He wasn't going to regret it for long, but in those moments before death he'd definitely know he had fucked up where Jackson was concerned.
However, there was still one thing Jackson wanted to do to Tyler. One more knife twisting thing. Even he was surprised at the evilness of his own laugh as he picked up the phone.
* * * *
Max was finding it hard not to just take them all out. Period. He should have done that in the first place. If he had killed that bastard Jackson in the beginning, he'd not be facing this now. He knew it right down to his bones, but now he had to wait. He was still attempting to find out Asher's location, but it was starting to look more and more like that wasn't going to happen, at least until the end. It wasn't that he misjudged this Red Dragon gang. It wasn't as if they were smarter than Max in any way. They just kept moving Asher, and Max was not receiving sufficient information fast enough. He was catching up. There was no doubt. It just looked like it wasn't going to be in time. So he needed to be patient until that knowledge finally surfaced. And if it didn't, there was always plan B. The problem with plan B was it put Asher more at risk. Although at least Max knew that with the way he'd set it up, they'd keep Asher alive. So if he had to wait, he had to—but doing so was hard.
He smiled.
This was not him. Truly, totally, completely not him. He was used to just simply making a decision
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