Zion should've known that this would've happened sooner than later. Of course his employees turned on him. He should've expected it with the way they always glared at him whenever he ordered them. But Zion had been far too cocky to prepare for their possible betrayal.

So now he had to pay the consequences. Bruised and bloodied from a fight with the former employees that had jumped him on the way to his office. He was slowly losing blood, the large cuts on his back and chest digging through flesh everytime he moved. What made it worse was the small knife stuck in his side.

At least he could rest for a moment. Or so he thought. The moment his eyes closed in the dark alley, he passed out, waking up the next morning to find himself in an unknown bedroom with bandages over his body. “The hell?” He muttered, brows furrowed as he sat up in bed, alerting whoever was on the other side of the bedroom door.