Imprisoned

Chapter # 33

••• Prince •••

This has happened twice now and I swear my forbearance was well past its peak. How could someone exchange information in such a short period?

"Fuck!" I cursed furiously, slamming my hand on the steering wheel after dropping Cinzel.

Things were falling apart and strangely what couldn't occur in years was happening now. I had no problems with anyone.

'I was doing my business calmly, away from needless fighting but now when someone is asking for it, I would give it the proper reply for daring to hurt my domain.' I thought furiously, driving off quickly with a scowl over my face.

With a barely sensible mind of rage of the upcoming moments which never fails to break the rhythm created between me and Cinzel professionally, I reached the port as swiftly as I could to see the matter.

First someone leaked information about my warehouse and now the direct exports. This state cannot go unnoticed anymore.

"What is happening?" I asked my men in a low tone.

"They are waiting for the investigating team." He informed me.

"Motherfuckers. How dare they." I hissed under my breath, clearing my throat to act gallantly.

Reaching the port, I saw cops, thankfully no investigation teams had arrived yet so I could still manipulate them.

"Morning, Officer. What's the matter?" I asked, greeting politely.

"Are you Mr Prince Silvester?" He asked sternly, not in the mood to talk. I could tell by a glance he wouldn't be bribed, I needed something else.

"Yes. I am. Is there a problem?" I asked.

'Fuck, what should I do? I have to do something about the shipments before the team comes.' I thought, curling my hand in a fist but not removing my smile.

"Yes, Sir. We have a search warrant for your ship." The officer told me.

"And for what reason? What did I do?" I asked, worried I might not get caught, I doubt Nathaniel or Theo would help me.

"We have received a report that you supply weapons and other things such as stolen artifacts and jewels illegally to the black market." He told me and my heart skipped a beat.

What a correct report, my port here was made for that. My other shipments go by road but who knew about this to this accuracy?

Must be someone close, someone I trust blindly.

"That is such a specific report. I do nothing of this sort and you have all your boundaries here, how am I supposed to do it in the first place?" I chuckled nervously.

"That's for us to decide. Please stay out of it and let us do our work." He ordered sternly.

"Sure. But, can I see the warrant, Sir?" I asked.

"Sure." He nodded and passed me the warrant to relieve the stuck breath of my throat.

'Ah, it seems like the heavens are on my side.' I thought, sighing in relief.

"Uh, Sir. It's Silvester 2.0. Your warrant is for Silvester. That ship will sail tomorrow, I can show you the way." I informed him, I lied. I change their names for such cases.

Fortunately, the devil of mischief went right past my heart and saved me from the tribulation.

"I see. The search team will come soon, show us the way."