His blood dripped from his hands, and his breathing hurt. The two broken ribs hurt his torso badly as he advanced. “Just one more hit!” He said through gritted teeth. But, the fight didn’t stop as he kept hitting until his eyes opened suddenly in the darkness of his room. It was just a dream… Barrett feared that he was still in his dream as he looked at his hands. Barrett’s fingers moved as he smiled nervously. He shook his head to forget the nightmare. He looked at his sleeping wife and tried to reach out to her. As though by reaction, the woman moved away from his caress as she slept. Seeing her like this made Barrett remember his dream again. How many people had he managed to hurt with his hands? But I should be a different man... Barrett thought as he let out a nervous smile. Barrett went to his closet and took off his shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. His face was weary from lack of sleep. He looked at his shirtless chest. He still was still reaped and scarr

Barrett and Rose walked from the company. Rose could not help but gaze at him in surprise. The incident made his face black. Rose tried to break the silence, but her comments might sound pointless because of her old boss’s dilemma. “Boss, do you really think this is the best option?” Rose asked. “It’s not like I have many other options, Rose,” he said with a forced smile. “Only then could treatment begin. I sold what remained. Without money, the company couldn’t survive. Therefore selling the trucks and building was the best option.” With Barrett’s burden on his shoulders, she couldn’t imagine what decisions he would make. Perhaps, selling the company was the wisest choice. “All that was in your wife’s name. Is it really okay to sell all that?” Rose asked, frowning. Barrett paused before he looked at the building behind them. “They’re his daughters too... so yeah, it’s fine,” Barrett said. He took a deep breath and looked at Rose with a smile, “Relax. I negotiated with the buyer

Barrett knew where his brother wanted to talk decently. Bobby did not have the hobby of reading. For some reason, however, he liked collecting books. Because of that, Bobby has a small library in his house.It was in that place that Bobby liked to talk serious stuff.He went into the library and sat on the nearest couch. It did not take long for the woman and Bobby to arrive.The woman served Barrett some tea, to which he drank casually. He glanced at Bobby and saw him leaning at the door with arms crossed over his chest.Bobby was looking at Barrett with displeasure, but not so bad as earlier. After all, Bobby would never do anything that might cause his collection to be destroyed.Who knows how long they were in that position? Bobby just looked at him in deep thought while Barrett waited. “Brother… How long are you going to think?” Barrett asked finally.He was glad that his brother was not hitting him anymore, but he did not have the whole day waiting for him to decide if he would

Barrett struggled to lift himself up from the cold, hard ground, despite an incredible surge of anguish coursing through his body. His eyes were fixed on the horizon straight in front of him, filled with purpose. He leaned down, his fingers scrabbling for a handful of the coarse, dry dirt underneath him, as he began to regain his equilibrium. Barrett raised his hand high, clutching the earth within his tight fist with grit and resolve. Then, with all his effort, he tossed it across the gap, aiming straight at Mustafa on the back. “Where are you going, fagot? I’m not done with you yet!” Barrett screamed out while maintaining a fake smile. Mustafa looked at Sahid. “Boss, if I pay his debt, can I kill him?” Mustafa remarked while maintaining eye contact with Sahid. At that very time, he was raging with fury. Sahid shook his head and said, “You don’t have to pay his debt. Death is a possibility in this business….” Mustafa’s eyes widened. They exchanged a look that said everything, a

The three individuals went into the primary room. Barrett recognized the significance of the large empty rectangle in the center of the room as soon as he saw it because the tables had been arranged in such a way as to create it.No matter how thoroughly they attempted to clean that location, it had an overwhelming odor of blood and perspiration.At the far end of the room, several staircases supported a makeshift throne that was occupied by a guy dressed in a green silk robe embroidered with gold flowers.“Barrett, the Barbaric, the undefeated, the invincible... The traitor!” The man with a glass of whiskey in his hand said.Barrett advanced and looked at him directly, the man was smiling, and on all his fingers, he had gold rings that gleamed against the lamp in the room.“You are a legend…” the man said, smiling.Barrett advanced. After kneeling down, he said, “Nice to see you, Danyio….”The man let out a hearty laugh before replying, “Manners… that is useless for a man of your lin