Numbness. Scorching hot. Simon felt all of that when his consciousness returned. He didn’t know how long he'd been out but he guessed it wasn’t that long. Then memories came rushing back. He was on his way to the party organized by his godfather as a welcome party for him when cars blocked their way and armed men started firing. Before Simon could counter the firing, he was hit multiple times. Then he saw one of the faces who ambushed them. The man was bald, but what caught his attention was the tiger tattoo on half of his face. Anger filled Simon. They were ambushed on the way to the party. This is a premidetated plan. He can’t move. He wanted to and tried to move his body but it seems like a tons of rock prevented him from moving even a little bit. Blood. He knew he was hit when gunshots were fired a while ago. He doesn’t know how many bullets had embedded in his body but all he knew was he was starting to feel numb. He can’t feel anything, from his limbs up to his arms. The s

It’s been a week since Simon woke up from inside Angela’s house. In the span of one week Simon had absorbed every detail of her true identity. He was still not sure if she’s part of the enemies plan or was she really an angel in disguise who was sent to help him survive. Just like her name, Angela was really like an angel wearing a white robe. Simon learned that she’s a neurosurgeon who works at one of New York’s most prestigious hospitals. Would he be considered lucky that the one who found and saved him from certain death was a doctor? Simon didn’t think so, for Simon it was quite suspicious. How come, of all people, Angela happened to pass that part of the road at the same time the ambush happened? Was it just a coincidence? He doesn’t know it, and he’s hell-bent in knowing the truth. Angela smiled as she placed the roasted chicken on the table. Simon was in the process of recovering, he was now able to walk without the aid of wheelchairs or crutches. He sat there and stared at

Two months had passed and Simon was now fully recovered. Good thing the bullets that hit his legs didn’t damage any of his bones. He can now walked without the aid of any crutches. All of his wounds were now healed, though he can still occasional pain it’s bearable. He fixed the artificial beard that he purchased online using Angela’s name. The doctor had offered Simon that he can stay as long as he wanted. Angela understood Simon’s situation. He needed someone whom he could lean on. Someone out there wanted him dead, and they thought that he really was but the moment they discover that he’s still alive they would go for his life again. “You know you can stay here as long as you want, I won’t mind.” She told him one morning when he said that he’s going to find some place to stay. “No one will suspect that you’re here. You know, we can pretend that we're lovers, or you’re my husband.” Angela told him those words like nothing. “You’re much safer here.” Simon didn’t want her to be in

Simon believed that of all the bad things that has happened to him, someday he will get the justice he and his family deserves. Well, the justice part was all about getting revenge on those bastards. He has no problem with the justice system of the country, but it will never be enough for Simon. Seeing those bastards behind bars will not be enough for him. He will make sure that they will suffer according to his definition of suffering. He sliced the potatoes and put them in the boiling pot. He’s cooking Angela’s favorite beef stew. In his stay for several months under her roof, he had a little glimpse of who she was. He learned that she’s kind of a loner, she doesn’t have that many friends and she like to keep herself from those she knows. Simon had learned to trust Angela when he knew that she’s not some kind of spy from his enemies. She’s just someone who’s willing to help him, and she’s not so nosy so it’s a plus factor for Simon. Tonight, he’s going to cook her favorite meal

Simon woke up feeling numb. He couldn't feel anything but his mind was alert mode. His hands were tied and bound at the back and so were his feet. No. His whole body was being wrapped with something. A rope? Or a chain perhaps? The last thing he remembered before he lost consciousness was the sound of several gunshot. He knew it was directed at him, but he can’t seem to identify which part of his body sustained the shot. Perhaps it was not a fatal shot since he regained his consciousness. “I can’t wait to go back and have my way to that bitch. She’s feisty, man. I love fucking feisty bitches.” The two laughed like it was a joke to violate some women. Simon heard someone speak, he’s sure that it was one of the men. He grimaced at the thought that these bastards are going to violate Angela. A part of him regretted that he didn’t move out of her house right away. “The boss specifically told us to kill this bastard, not to rape that woman.” The other person reminded me. If only he