Chapter thirty one :New discovery The Next dayLa Cantinas Verde"Bryson........Bryson,you gotta wake up dude.......Bryson".Pedro called trying to get Rowen to wake up.Rowen opened his eyes slowly,he gave a heavy growl as he stood up from the couch where he had passed out. He placed his hands on his forehead as he felt a sharp pain. They had both drunk last night only to find themselves still at the bar.That was only Pedro's version of what had happened the previous day but the truth was Pedro drank so much alcohol and he passed out. Rowen paid the bar attendant and one of the servers to keep an eye on Pedro while he was away.He had returned early that morning after making some necessary arrangements to save Jay's life. Luckily for him,Pedro was still fast asleep. He took a sip of Tequila,sprinkled some on his shirt and roughed up his hair and shirt. He gave the server he had paid off a signal to wake Pedro up as soon as he laid down on the couch."Wha.......what happened last nigh

Chapter Thirty three:The Break in Three days laterIt was the morning of the third day.I didn't have any strength left in me,i knew that there was no way that my body could take any more torture,it was obvious that i was going to die soon if i didn't get any help.Vandel always came to check up on me twice a day usually in the afternoon and evening,but today was different,he came very early that morning.He walked around me for a while checking how much damage his men had done to my body and he was really pleased at what he was seeing."Good job boys,i can see that you have been taking really good care of my friend here".He said with satisfaction and pleasure written all over his face."Of course boss,we made sure to treat him exactly the way you ordered and today, we got a lot more in store for him "Antonio replied."That's great , i wish we had more time to make this bastard suffer more but unfortunately, we don't .Last night i received a call from one of my contacts at "Alsher city"

Chapter thirty five:In The hospitalThe stark smell of bleach was overwhelming,i scrunched my eye at the bright light that was sipping through my closed eyelid. I felt powerless and very heavy. I couldn't move my hands,head or body.I started blinking slowly ,desperately trying to open my eyes and see what was around me.The anesthesia was already wearing off and the blinding light slowly subsided,as i opened my eyes.I could smell the plastics that were in my nose and throat,next to my bed stood a one drawer night stand and on top was a blue pitcher and a cup filled with water.The room had only one bed which was the one i was occupying,the walls had white wall paper and flower design pressed on it.On three sides of the wall hung the picture of what seemed to be an endless field of wild flower.The bed i was lying on was very soft and comfortable.The side of the bed had silver metal rails that could be pulled up to keep yourself from falling off the bed.Attached to the bed by a cord wa

Chapter thirty seven:Mission accomplishedHe exploded at me. Just launched himself forward with his right arm swinging around in a giant roundhouse strike. I sidestepped his body and ducked under his arm and bounced up again and spun around. He stopped short on stiff legs and whipped back toward me. We had changed places. Now I was nearer to the guns than he was. He panicked and came at me again. Same move. His right arm swung. I sidestepped and ducked and we were back where we started. But he was breathing a little heavier than I was.“You’re quite slow,” I said trying to provoke him.He came at me again, no hesitation. Same exact move. This time I crashed an elbow into his side as I spun under his arm. He bounced straight off of locked knees and came right back at me. I dodged away again and felt the breeze as his giant fist passed an inch above my head.He stood there, panting. I was warming up nicely. He was a very poor fighter,all his life,he had depended on others to do the dirty