“Three years! Three years of my youth wasted behind bars” Jason Monroe thought in a spurt of anger as he heard the heavily enforced gate of Ratsburgh prison clanked shut. Behind him.His momentary anger dissipated as happiness filled him because he was finally on the other side of that gate. The side of freedom. No more regulated time for everything. Time to sleep. To eat. To talk and to keep mute. No one was going to tell him what to do anymore.The thought that his beautiful Sonia would be here any moment buoyed his spirit even further. Though he had dreamed many times of her face being the first thing he would see after coming out of that detested gate but he knew she would be here soon.It had been such a long time. He understood her. He knew the reason why her visits had stopped. It was because she couldn’t bear seeing him behind bars without feeling guilty. Silly girl, she had always blamed herself for being the cause of his arrest. Coupled with the fact that Sonia who was in he

As Sonia spoke the hateful words without taking her eyes off him, Jason remembered when one of the prisoners pushed a warden, and the latter hit his head against a rail and fainted. When the other wardens came over to ask them to point out the offender and nobody answered, they were flogged with rods on their bareback after which they were asked to lie down, face up while the sun blazed. Jason had thought that was the most painful thing he would have to endure but the statement from Sonia caused him more pain than the inhumane treatment of the wardens. “What are you saying, babe?” he asked in disbelief, he took a step forward but was jerked back aggressively by the men beside him. Sonia who saw that he couldn’t get to her smiled in derision “Are you deaf? I have no idea that prison affected people’s hearing as well these days” “That is not a thing for a delicate flower like you to discover, after all, darling,” Matteo said beside her as he raised her hand and kissed her hands with

Bedridden and frail, Andre Fitzgerald, the patriarch of the Fitzgerald family handed the phone to his caregiver with a shocked look on his face.The Grand Patriarch is back. Of course not the original patriarch. Unless the patriarch whom they had all known was well skilled in eastern medicine had found a way to make himself younger then he couldn’t be the person that was just described to him.Who was the man? How had he come in contact with the patriarch?He knew that was not the issue at the moment. The main issue was that in the history of the sect, his family was the first to achieve what none other had dared. Insulting the Grand Patriarch.“Matteo,” the man thought in anger “That brat would be the end of this family” he swept his good arm across the table close to him in anger and the contents on the table all crashed to the floor. His medicine bottle made the most thud against the plush carpet.The caregiver went down on her knees with her face against the carpet. She dared not

"Dude! You have to let me in on what is happening! Man, I am sure that my heart was blown halfway across the Pacific and back! What the heck?!" Silas exclaimed the moment Don left them alone.Well, as alone as one could be. If you want to overlook the silent men in black who stood within and outside the magnificent mansion. The Kalamaro mansion. Don had called it.Jason could not even begin to comprehend the hugeness of the mansion that sat on six acres of land. It had its own golf course. Jason had heard horses neighing and he saw some afar feeding somewhere near where Don had called the stable. As much as the mansion spread out majestically on the land. There was vast unused land spread out.When Don mentioned a shooting range, Jason refrained from asking him just what the targets were. He doubted if that was the question the Grand Patriarch was supposed to ask. He would learn more later though.He had learned a lot but even he knew that there was still a lot more for him to learn

“How can this happen!” the man growled in anger. His fury was palpable throughout the building of one of his majestic homes. The men standing guard in front of the study door dared not ventured in when he was like that. Not unless they wanted to lose their life. He swept his hand through the contents on his table, stationaries and clutters tumbled to the floor and a loud crash resounded when he tossed the snifter in his hand at the antique mirror above the mantle. “This is unacceptable!” he shouted “Nobody! Nobody deserved it more than I do! Nobody would take it away from me!” he roared and frissons of fear trickled down the spine of all that could hear him. He calmed himself down and smiled sinisterly. He shouldn’t agitate himself so. He thought as he sat back in his high-backed chair in the dimly-lit room. The maids knew better than to keep the room otherwise. The dimness of the room made it so much better when he put on his favourite images and motion pictures. The dimness of t