Ryder glanced out the window; of his Gulfstream as it lifted into the sky over the city, he rose from sofa where he was sitting, made his way over to the bar, grabbing a glass from  the bar counter as he poured himself a bourbon and thought back to all this all started for him. He'd traveled all over the world looking for adventure wherever he could find it. He headed back over to the sofa as he sat down, sipping his Bourbon in his glass. Occasionally, he had dealt in some  wet work at one time, either. Then  that he was a secretive man about the ways he did things.

After sipping his Bourbon, he placed the glass back down on the table beside the sofa. He had always remained in the shadows until now,and this perfect opportunity for him. He had brought the island with the billions of dollars he had and recruited Capri. They had worked together years ago on op in Monte Carlo, he should have known that she would Avery Grayson about him. Oh well, that was at least of worries.

As much as he enjoyed having power and influence, there was always one he could count and that was greed. It was and always has been the key motivator in everything he had done. This was no different, except now that Capri was back, he had to be careful. Thinking about her made his blood boil. She knew the truth about him and what he was capable of doing.

Yes, he owned mansions all over the world and lived in luxury all his life but still there was one thing missing that was the challenge and that when he had started to put everything together. If he could get rid of the author's writer's block, then he had made for him. His world was full of treachery at every corner, and betrayal that he had grown used to. It was his way of life

In an hour he would be landing at the abandoned airfield he owned across from the island, although he loved there to see everything go down he would wait until later to make his next move. He'd required a network of assets to work for him over the years  he had gathered from all the world. 

The Gulf Stream began to descend through the sunny, cloudy sky on its way down onto the airfield. The staircase was lowered as the jet roared to stop. Ryder strode down the staircase and met his chief of security, a former Russian intelligence agent for the SVR, but after a while he had decided to work for the highest bidder whoever would hire him. They walked over to an armored Hummer that was parked outside. 

The radiation of the hot sun shined down on them.

"Knisley could become a problem for us, sir, after all she is a former agent," the former Russian agent, now chief of security told him.

"She won't be a problem for us. Right now our main concern is Avery Grayson," Ryder stated.

The  agent grabbed the back door.  Draven and his chief of security slid into the back, the agent closed the door behind them.  After he  made his way over to the driver-side as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. No one  knew the exact location of his mansion. That overlooked the island, the reason for this  was he had a lot of enemies who loved to put him in the ground.

As much as he wanted to believe  that Kinsley wasn't going to be a problem for him, there was little doubt about that ever since the operation in France, he had planned had gone awry she had blamed him for it. So he had done the next best thing, which was to rebuild his network from the start.

"What do we know about Avery Grayson," the chief of security inquired in a concerned tone.

"Not much,  just that he's a first time thriller author with writer's block," Draven stated,peering out the window of the Hummer.

They drove down a winding hill road that led to a massive property that was surrounded by a security gate. The gate slowly opened as they headed into and parked outside the pathway leading up to the mansion. The agent got out, and closed the door behind him. As he strode over to the back door and opened for them as they stepped out. He closed the Door behind them.

They walked up the shiny marble stone pathway, passing by large evergreen trees and green trim lawn along the way. The mansion itself was a golden brown four-story estate with a long balcony with a staircase leading down to a massive swimming pool in the back, with lawn chairs along the side. As they approached, the door, it was opened by his butler and they entered into a stylish Mediterranean European interior with famous paintings on the wall. Draven made his way over to his den as he entered into his office.

Sitting behind his desk in his leather chair, he knew that no one could resist the temptation of a briefcase of money. Of course, with it came the danger of not knowing who had put it there. His chief of security strolled in as he closed the door behind him. Unlike Draven, his boss, he knew exactly where the money had come: The Russian mafia Plus, he had never liked dealing with them.

"You really think This Avery Grayson is going to go the briefcase to his put end his writer's block, sir," the chief of security asked in a skeptical tone.

"Ours is not to question, but to do and you know that," Draven told his chief of security.

He rubbed his chin, he wasn't worried about the Bratva figuring into it at all, nope, this was all about temptation and will to resist the chance of a lifetime and Avery Grayson fits that perfectly, he thought to himself. He could monitor the activity from his mansion after all, he had installed hidden video surveillance cameras on  the island  with live feed from it. Somehow, he had a terrible feeling Kinsley would show up in all of this that he was really sure about. 

A few years ago, he'd financed the President's campaign, aware that certain senators were looking into Zeus, his holding company. He'd made sure that the trail leading to him or nothing that could identify him. Every precaution was taken. The building  was cleaned, leaving no furniture and the papers had shredded as for his offshore banks were safe.

He rose from his desk from where he was sitting,  strode out the doors onto his massive balcony overlooking the swimming pool as he reached into a pocket inside his and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it. All this had come from his profits he had made from his holding company. His chief of security walked out through the doors onto the balcony and made his way over to him as he says. "May I ask why chose to help a writer end his writer's block, sir?"

"Because in all of us there is a writer wanting to get and because if he's up to the challenge it will change his world forever," Draven stated.

The chief of security nodded. Still worried about Kinsley, he feared she would ruin everything he had set-up on the island. He could dispatch some of their agents, but she would outsmart them in ambush and he knew was his boss wouldn't want that. If this was back in Russia, he'd dispatch his best assassin to put a round into her. 

But he wasn't in Russia right now. Nope he was working for Ryder Draven, a man he knew nothing about except that he was powerful and that's what he needed to know. Draven had offered more than he could resist as his chief of security, so he took it without hesitant.