He slammed his teacup into the table, risking the spill of its contents away and over the neatly set table. Luckily, the scentful fluid would only doddle within the ceramic mug, threatening to bestow onto the furniture a piece of itself but never really fulfilling the promise."What did I say?" Sniff was not in the best of moods. His breathe was marked with anger, and the scribbles of displeasure was boldly spread across his face."He said he has my son! And my husband!" Rachel yelled back into his face, also unpleased that Sniff would end the call while her family was still at the caller's mercy."I heard it, didn't I?" The detevive replied with his voice hitting a low.But Rachel's was just about to pick a new climax. "Then what did you do, you did not even flinch!""We had our plan made out already, but you destroyed it by bursting in on that call"."Plan? We had a plan? That was definitely when I had no idea where my loved ones are. Now I know, and I won't let anything happen to t

The world had taken a drastic turn of shape for quite too long a period of time. It felt like an era of misfortunes and Hermes, who used to be our herald in this great game of vengeance, had been reduced to a high value of low and now lay within his deepest of lows. Infact, he was almost next to insignificant in his own story. All he could feel at the moment was pains and more pains. No sign of his mother until now, neither did he have a full grasp of the truth which he had been searching for all this long while. Only little bits and small chunks of random discoveries, one of which had his enemy printed out as his own uncle and his mentor in prison repainted and displayed as his mother's father.Lying down there now without any hope of a liberation anytime soon, he could now imagine it all. Back when he was in the cells, when he was still a student in this world of greed and crimes, when his own grandfather was his only teacher.Andre had said a few suspicious things back then, but H

Hermes stared with suprise written in his glare. Dan was not going to kill him. That meant he was going against his boss's order, and that too for the first time.Hermes had thought that their friendship died completely the day Dan dropped him off on his own. And he believed that with their friendship went every bit of brotherhood spirit that they shared with one another.Though this did not look too much like a show of brotherhood, but it was certainly something that Hermes had no expected."I have no plans to kill you, Tiger. At least not today. I owe you some dues, I owe you a lot. Consider this a payment of my dues to you, my dues to your father. It is the last time.""What about the child? What will you do with him?" Hermes said, in concern for Jack Dean's boy who dangled over the man's shoulder."You heard the boss.""What if his mother does not keep to her promise?" Hermes continued, ignoring Dan's strict admission of loyalty to Swiss's orders. "What happens then, Dan? Are you

Rachel Dean was all alone in the dead of the night, her face looking pale with cold and her naked legs almost shaking from the force of the midnight wind. Moving forward, all alone in the middle of the dark road, she knew her life was only hanging by a loose thread, and it was only a matter of time before she found the men who would come for her.She was the only one on that road, but she knew that was only for a matter of time. A few cars had passed one time or the other, but none of them gave any thought to her. They all flashed past her in a zoom, almost blinding her sight with the light of their vehicles. But none even slowed down in their speed, not to talk of stopping for a moment.After a while, she had walked all the way in the darkness. She had no certain destination, but she knew she would soon a reach a place where the deal will be made. Her sole leverage was tightly held in its place, beneath the tight fittings of her bra. It was the flash drive which Swiss and his men w

Hermes finally opened his eyes, staring into the blank space above him. He could feel his back resting on a soft piece of fabric, and his head held up by the softest pillow he had used in years.Opening those two eyes more to allow better light to illuminate his sight, he soon realised that he was laid on a soft bed in what seemed to be a different house.There was a blissful scent that surrounded him, pouring into his heart through his nostrils, and touching his heart with the soft feel of calm.Asides being filled with bliss and a soul soothing touch, the scent was also familiar in strange ways. But not too strange.Hermes would soon recall where he had first been embraced by a fragrance of such nature. It was by the hands of Andre. The day he was dying, or rather the day he thought would be his last. The fragrance brought him back to life, along with whatever magic it was that the old man did on his body. He could still remember the cold candles touching his skin, slowly dipping t