Not your typical baby mama

She looked up again to ensure no one was watching and she wasn't disturbing the studying students. The library echoed with the sound of the Air Conditioner and the sound of pages turning. She looked back down at her laptop to see Dylan get a move on and keep a look out for him.

"Fuck! My beach vacation tour is coming to an end because of this! I know you said it's easy to make enemies in this line of work but I never knew a day like this would come!" Dylan's voice was full of anxiousness as he disappeared into the elevator.

Amy felt her stomach twist into a knot from anxiousness. Although she sounded calm, she was actually very worried and afraid for him. She never meant for him to be pulled into this mess, but she had been careless and her assistant was paying for it.

Her mind took her back to the day she fled the city. Had she not been digging up more information on what she discovered to fully understand what those people were doing, she would have never come across her information in their system. How they got it? No clue.

It was then she realized she made a stupid move. Tapping into their system was akin to a runway criminal calling the cops to make demands only for his location to be tracked through the call. Her system alerted her of a security breach showing that they were tracking down her location while she was in their system.

Without any second thought, she disguised all her important gadgets as books and fled; leaving everything that made her place home behind. She emerged out of the building housing her place; into the streets of New York. She almost run into them but quickly changed directions and run into the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, they had seen her and soon pursued her. She could vividly remember how huge and gruff they looked when she looked back, the fear of being caught by them, the fear of not knowing what fate awaited her; and the fear of not knowing whether she would live or die once they caught her. But she charged forward, running as far as her legs could carry her. And then, the unexpected happened: Parton's men happened..... Without this situation, she would have never left Zachery like she did.

'I'm sorry, Zachery', she whispered in her thoughts. Without this situation, she would have never met Zachery at all. It was a bittersweet moment for her.

"Boss!"

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of Dylan's anxious voice. She felt a warm liquid fall on the back of her hand. She was crying again. She hastily wiped her tears and refocused on the screen.

Dylan was out of his room with his bag in hand on his way to catch an elevator. She noticed that the elevator Dylan was about to pass by had the men coming up to his floor.

"Take the stairs!" Her voice was full of urgency. She almost cost him his safety, she shook her head feeling disappointed in herself.

Dylan cursed before going for the stairs. Ten seconds after he had disappeared, the three men stepped out of their elevator. As expected, they knew his room number and went in. Unfortunately for Amy, the room had no cameras so she had no clue what happened in there. Her focus and priority was Dylan's safety.

Back in Dylan's room, the sound of the toilet flushing was heard before one of Dylan's pursuers emerged out of the bathroom. Another one was standing by the window observing the view below, while the other had settled on one of the sofas in the lounge. He took out his phone and dialed a number on speaker. Someone picked up and answered, "What happened?"

​ "He escaped", he responded.

"He just caught a cab, I think he's leaving for New York City", added the one who was by the window. He was currently watching the cab taking Dylan to the airport exit the hotel premises.

"Okay, time for plan B", the person on the phone spoke.

Downstairs at the hotel lobby.

A man was seen at the reception and nodded at whatever information he got before turning to leave. He pressed down his baseball cap and kept his head hanging low as he exited the hotel. He walked until he stood a good distance away from the hotel. He looked around while fishing out his phone from his leather jacket pocket before dialing a number. The person on the other end answered on the first ring.

"He checked out not too long ago. My best guess is he's going back to New York", he reported.

The person on the other end chuckled in amusement and said, "Is that right? I guess it's only right that we welcome him home in style!"