Chapter 47: Dreams Turn To Dust

Inside the Jackville City Police Station, Captain Dean sat comfortably in his office, crossing his legs and humming a tune. He was in an unusually good mood today. His brother-in-law, Joaquin, had laid out a plan that could change their lives forever. All Dean had to do was capture that "little beast" Tacito, force him to reveal some sort of secret formula, and then get rid of him. With that done, Harper Enterprises Group would skyrocket in value, and Dean would pocket millions. "A millionaire," he thought, a sinister grin creeping across his face. The idea of such wealth was intoxicating. As a police captain, he'd never earn that kind of money on a legitimate salary. "Ten million! Who would've thought that the White Family's son-in-law would be worth so much?" he muttered, the grin widening. But the thought quickly turned dark. "Though I'm afraid the kid won't leave here alive." For Dean, killing Tacito—a man who had the audacity to stand up to him—would be as easy as crushing an ant. Just as Dean was lost in his thoughts, there was a knock at the door, followed by a young officer stepping in. "Captain, Bald and the others are back! Their car just pulled into the yard!" Dean's eyes lit up at the news. He jumped up from his seat, barely containing his excitement. "Bald is efficient as always!" Dean said, practically rushing out of the office. "Let's go see what that worthless son-in-law looks like. He dared to lay a hand on my nephew, Satisha! I'll make him pay dearly for that!" With that, Dean hurried out to the courtyard. As he approached, he saw the police car pulling in. "Hahaha... Bald, did you catch him?" Dean called out eagerly as the car rolled to a stop. "Let me see the little beast who thinks he can mess with my family!" But as soon as the car door opened, the two officers who stepped out weren't celebrating. They looked terrified, their faces pale and covered in sweat, as if they'd just witnessed something horrifying. "What's wrong with you two? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Dean chuckled, not noticing the blood trickling from their wrists. He peered into the back seat, expecting to see Tacito bound and helpless. "Where's Bald? Did you get that little—" Before he could finish, the back door of the car clicked open, and a cold voice interrupted him. "We've caught him," the voice said, chilling Dean to the bone. Suddenly, a body was thrown from the back seat, landing at Dean's feet with a sickening thud. Dean looked down, his smug expression fading instantly. The man at his feet was Bald, his most trusted officer. But Bald wasn't standing tall. His wrists were shattered, his knees riddled with bullet holes, blood pooling beneath him. He was unconscious, barely alive. Dean stood frozen, unable to process what he was seeing. This was his guy, the man he sent to bring in Tacito, now lying broken at his feet. And then, from the car, Tacito emerged—cool, composed, and very much in control. "I heard you were looking for me?" Tacito said, his voice cold as ice. Dean could only stare in disbelief, the full weight of the situation crashing down on him like a ton of bricks. Tacito had turned the tables, and now it was Captain Dean who was out of options.