Pablo POV"Where is Elvis? It has been a whole full-day and he hasn't been able to provide the hotel's CCTV camera footage for me. And where the hell is Smith?" talking about my son who has the same name as my father. The smoke escape through my nostrils as I double tap the cocaine in between my fingers.Kathie, my girlfriend. The only woman I have been running shits with for over three (3) to four (4) years after the death of my wife.Though Kathie seem young, she claim to be twenty seven (27) years which I singlehandedly doubt because at times she act like an adult.I have been meaning to get married to her but she has been beating around the bush saying she isn't ready and also, my son isn't comfortable for me to get married to another woman who he is older than.And vividly, I know that Kathie isn't hundred percent (100%) faithful. She still run some messes, even most hotel managers inform me each time she lodge in a hotel with another man.I end up killing them and making their li

Michael POVI arrive at the restaurant, two minutes late and went straight to the reserved table after I have passed through the security check.I saw her already there, sitting on the chair. I almost scoff loudly at her quick arrival.I mean ladies do take their time to doll up and all of it, but here she is looking all - messy -?Her hair are gathered into two (2) messy buns with the gloss on her lips reaching her cheek.It was obvious that she was in a hurry to meet me up. Was she far from here yet accepted this date just to see me?This lady is behaving super weird this day.I forbid myself from thinking the opposite."You are here." I said taking my sit."I'm sorry for being late." I apologized as every gently man would do.She wave her hands sheepishly on the air, with her mouth wide open showing her white shining teeth."No, no, it's okay. I'm just coming." she said and I nodded."You suddenly called for a date, of course I'm super excited. This is something we rarely do." she

Michael POV[PDF CONTENT: Come here, if you dare. And make sure to come alone.]Aside for the words having nothing but threat, there was also a jpeg (picture) underneath the document.It was a cathedral that look somewhat familiar, yet I can't remember where I have seen it and how I came across it.Why does the person want me to come alone? Who is this? Should I call Jonathan and tell him about this? How about calling Barb to help on hacking this number?I was confused, baffled and curious.Taking a leave, on Monday is never so easy to get.Then my eyes lock with the stack of work (files) waiting for me to attend to and scattered papers on my desk."Mich, are you done? Boss wants to see them. Kindly forward them to my mail." Pricillia shouted from her desk, while standing and then I realized I have been in daze for a while.She broke my train of thought and it took some minutes before I could get my acts together."Yes, I'm on it now. Give me five." I raised my five fingers on air, se

Ayla POVI would not want my selfish feelings for him ruin our friendly relationship, most especially I have to know that he is not ready to love since he has a lot on his plate. Lots that I can't really figure out no matter how hard I try.After the little quarrel with my parents over the fact that I was not getting any younger, that they need grandchildren not even child.I left the house into the bridge, close to Michael's house. It will be crude of me to call him on this un-goldly hour and ask to visit him.I decided to enjoy the cool breeze caused by the big ocean beneath the bridge. It help to take my mind off something's and I did not realize how fast time went.What I hate most is when my parents talk about marriage, the annoying part of it is that they hardly create time for me and during the little time they spend with me - they ruin my happiness while discussing about marriage, good job.I know them quite well that they might arrange a rich man among their client for me to

Michael POVFor a driver or one focused on the highway, every seconds count.As mistakes and accident are prone to happen at any given seconds.Of course the driver ran away, not willing to take the child to the hospital out of fear and because the child looks like a beggar.At the sight of the little child lying helpless on the floor, one would say she is a sicklar who needs no medical attention.She is so malnourished with her head bigger than ever part of her body. She is too thin to even carry as one might think she is going to break.Seeing this scenario, I can't just act like I did not know what happened. Even if she dies, at least she needs to be hospitalized.I stroll towards the poor helpless child."Heyyy! What happened to my child?" seconds later, a woman standing by the pedestrian walk way shouted in shock."My child! Olivia! What happened to my child? Who did this to her?" the woman cried out dolefully, exclaiming with loud voice thereby causing eyes to sway down to us.I