Chapter 1 In a room filled with rugged looking men, at the top middle sat one of them, dressed in all black with a visible tattoo of a snake sketched right at his neck, that has chains and earrings studding the body parts up to his two small looking ear, matted on his head was a spiky cut that assessed him a dangerous look.In between the palm of his right hand was a gun with the tip placed above his lips while his elbow rested on the chair’s arm. With the way everyone’s head in the room was bowed plus the apprehensive expression on their faces, one could guess he’s the boss of them all. The room was a little dark, only litted by a low glowing blurb hanging down at different far angles of the room’s ceiling.On the floor on his knees was another man; a bit tattered, with a face marred with rage as his lowered gaze moved round the room filled with men surrounding him with anger. Are they kidding him?“I don’t like repeating myself, Marco.” The man seated above him stated, his hoarse

Chapter ThreeHearing the old man’s threat, the gangster ran past them in fear, and out of the room without looking back.One of them stayed back, it was the small boss that almost killed Marco. His eyes peered away from the old man, towards Marco and looking him straight in the eye.Then a smirk curved above his lips, “Thank your stars for blessing you with this special luck of him arriving.” He said to him, a dark chuckle following the end of his statement. “Did you just threaten, our Young Master?” His eyes glazed with awe mixed with anger. “Do you take my words for a joke?” The old man questioned with obvious fury lacing his tone, raising a finger up and directing it at his leg. A shot was immediately fired from one of his men, and a loud cry followed filled with agony piercing the atmosphere reeling into everyone’s hearings. One of the guys had shot his leg, resulting to a croak in his steadiness as he cried out in pain, swerving downward with his free hand gripping his leg an

Chapter 5 Marco wasn’t hurt or offended by the insults he hurled at him, rather at the girl he loved sitting there on the bed, seeming to be enjoying the way her new boyfriend is treating him. It stung deeper than his words, slicing through his body with a edge sharper than a knife. “Are you listening to me? I said apologize for yelling at her.” He requested again. Marco’s eyes trailed away from Gina, setting back to facing the man in front of him with his hand scrupling his collar. “Get your eyes off me.” His hard voice released the command, the tone matching his gaze that morphed a threatening expression back to him. He snorted at his demeanor, not fazed by his appearance. “I said apologize to her right now if you don’t want your face getting bloody, because I won’t ask again.” He repeated himself to Marco. Marco let out a light scoff, rolling his tongue through his bottom teeth. His brows slanted up in a curve looking back up at him. “Get your fucking hands off me!” With no

Chapter 7Dren stared with his pupils nearly bulging out of his sockets, his lips parted in stupefaction. If he wasn’t wrong, Anders; the president of Lourd’s Green Energy. The finest and richest energy source in the whole city. The president was the man he saw bowing at an impoverished lowlife individual gagged up in rags appearing worthless than he can ever imagine. Anders Coleman was the president of Lourd’s Green Energy. And everyone knew he attained such powerful and wealthy position by his acquaintance with this super rich family that the public had no scent of. They were a mystery, one no man in the whole city is yet to solve. All they know is the Lourd’s name used to be for a family that sometime later were off on the streets, no one knew what the family is consist of anymore ever since the tragic incident that took place years ago. This pushed the Lourd’s into hiding and fading off the public eye, gradually becoming a ghost. Anders was then given control all over, he bec

Chapter 9 Marco stirred in silence, gaping longingly at the object that swayed in still motion between his left palm. Why wasn’t he informed of the policy here, or was Anders not informed or aware? At that moment was a sparkling wine colored Tesla; the sixth model, in all it elegance pulling over at the checkpoint, close to where Marco stood conversing with the two guards. The door was then opened to reveal a tall beauty goddess stepped out of the car, her slender curvy body scouring an expensive silky black gown that length across her knee. Her gloved hand raised up, tipping down the sunglass shading her eyes. She marched over to where Marco stood with the guards. “Marco!” She called, her ruby lips making a slight seductive movement repealing Marco’s name. Marco glanced to her direction, his jaws dropping to the floor at the sight of the stunning beauty standing feet away from him.Not only was he floored by her appearance, but by her presence. They were mates back then in hig