Richardson had played chess with his grandfather and he was a pro at making risky moves. He knew all he needed to do was beat them at their own game and earn their respect. It was going to be difficult if he was going to play with someone who was going to be as good as Damien but he could scale through.To jump into the game without a data of his opponent would be suicide. He had to watch them play and know how they did their thing.The Don made some amateur moves which got the other opponent into a mindset that they were winning. The opponent made a few major moves getting their tricks to be exposed as the Don made a huge move, taking out the major league.“Checkmate!” the Don yelled out with a loud laugh, taking the money from the table before turning to the elated crowd. “Does anyone want to play?!”“Give me some more time, I can do this!” the man being dragged out yelled. “But you have given everything to me including your pinky finger,” laughed the Don. “What else would you wan

The man hacked a loud cough laying into the couch.“Well, if they lose they are free to go. But not if they are owing me something or if they have been in my debt for a very long time. Of course I cannot let that slide. I’ll need to take something from them.”“So if they bet a body part or something, would you still take that away from them?”“If you are referring to the jerk face whom I sent out of the bar, no, he’s a stupid drunk who tries to bet on everything. If he could bet on his own mother he would gladly do so without thinking about the repercussions of his actions.”“So, he isn’t going to lose his finger?”“Eww, no,” the Don grimaced at the thought of blood. “Of course if he is owing a finger we will collect a finger but I don’t think we’ll use his finger to do anything so we’ll just collect whatever we can from him and let him be.”This new information relieved a lot of weight from his shoulders as he relaxed. The mafia were not so bad if that was the case. He could join the

“You wanted to see me grandfather,” Richardson said after meeting with the man at the tennis court. He had forgotten where he should meet him and after searching for him in the sitting room, he had found only Tom there who had directed him to the tennis court.“Oh yes,” the old man smiled, pointing to a bench. “Let us sit here.”“Sure,” Richardson agreed, settling into the bench.“A beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Damien asked with great gusto. Richardson looked at the old man wondering what he was excited about.“Yeah,” he replied.He looked around to see the morning sun blazing in the sky and the rays brought a piercing headache to his head. He was having a hangover from the loud music and the drinks he had had during the other night.“Did you drink alcohol?” asked Damien who noticed his headache.“No I did not,” he responded with a grimace. “I took an orange juice…”“Which was laced with alcohol,” laughed Damien. He was having the time of his life taunting Richardson. “You should k

Richardson heard Tom’s car hum in the garage getting him to jog to the place. He reached just in time to see the man get out of the car with a downcasted look on his face.“You still couldn’t find anything huh?” asked the heir to the butler who shook his head.“Nothing. But I did find a nice spot for a new shawarma business venture if you’re into that.”Richardson could tell that the old man was trying to cheer him up but it was not working out well. He still felt bad about dropping Mary in the hospital without an idea of who she was or who her family was.How was she going to regain her memory with foreign people around her? At this crucial time she needed her family around and not new people. That could make her condition worse.The doctor had said that she would need to find something which would trigger her memories but nothing he did brought her memories back. He could instead feel her slipping further away from who she was supposed to be.“Cheer up sir,” Tom smiled at his young

Driving through traffic, he decided that it was time for her to stay with him in the estate. If she was going to lose her memory then she might as well regain better ones where she was rich and not lacking in any way.He wondered what her former life was like. Was she rich or was she poor? Did she have families or was she an orphan? Was she loved or was she hated?Whatever problems she had, he had to create better memories with the lady. That was the only way for him to redeem himself for what he had done to her.***“Hello grandfather,” he greeted after seeing the old man in his study playing chess by himself. That was his favorite game. He wondered why the man had not gone on to be a chess grandmaster but instead stayed at home playing by himself.“Richardson,” the man looked up with a smile on his face. “Where did you go? I looked everywhere for you.”“I was… out,” he sighed, joining Damien at the table.“We didn’t get to finish our conversation before. But we’ll continue later on