Chapter 11 His eyes shunned a look of suspense, hooded with a small smirk attached on his lips. He came into view, claded in a sparkly all white suit, down to the color of his shoes. He went all for the color. Marco stared with a creased brows, face furrowed in confusion as he watched the strange man approaching him. He was about the same age with him, late twenties with his features appearing more filler than Marco’s. He had broad shoulders, to his chest and a muscled body all over. “They were right.” Came a cold chilling response, his hooded eyes inspecting Marco within scrutiny. Differing from what he asked, his response had chills settling in Marco’s body. “Stay back and tell me who the fuck you are?” Marco warned, framing a defensive stance with his fisted palms coming to display, pointed at the nearing stranger. He stopped on his tracks, hands raising up in surrender, and yet the smug smirk remained on his face. “I meant no harm, just here to confirm some things. So yo

Chapter 13 He paced around his closet, mulling over the idea skulking at the surface of his mind. He was yet to phone Anders, because he needs to be sure about this. Deciding it was the best and only option, he went back to his room, obtaining his phone on the bed where he flung it, he operated to dial Ander’s number. “Shit!” He cussed, finding out his phone was still dead and he’s yet to charge it back up. The patched up state of the phone does nothing than mock him on his need to get a new one, with a cracked screen, broken battery and many more. He should have gotten it even. However, his earnings, savings were all getting sucked out of his pocket by his debt. One he got in just to save his girlfriend from dying, the lover who later betrayed him and left him for a better man she believed. A knock rang on his door, interrupting his thought as he jerked a head towards the door. It wasn’t unlocked, and the only visitor in mind knocking wouldn’t be anyone other than his assistant.

Chapter 15Marco was still looking into things in his room when a knocked barged on his door. He expected the knocker to be Gina or her boyfriend, he knew they were still going to throw at least brief tantrum over what happened. However, when he opened the door he wasn’t expecting to see the cops. “Mr Lourd, you’re under arrest for trespassing into somebody’s property without their consent or permission. You’re going to need to follow us to the station please.” The officer briefed Marco, handing out cuffs to use on Marco when he stepped backwards. “You want me with you, very well. But best believe I won’t be wearing that.” He pointed at the cuffs a cop was handing out to him. The coo nodded in agreement as he paved way for Marco to step out. “What’s your name by the way?” Marco asked, walking down the stairs with them. He halted, turning around sharping as he glanced narrowly at the man’s badge, zooming at the name tag right above it. Dillon Helms. “Is that of any importance sir

Chapter 17 Marco sighed the moment he arrived back at his mansion, on the narrowed path to the garage was actually a car parked right outside. And it wasn’t any car, but the model he had requested for from his assistant.He gawked at the car’s beauty, the exhaustion on his face lifting up with a smile. He wanted to stride over, weigh down his classiness and express physically his admiration for the car. However, the car was his, permanently. So he could use a shower, as well as eat something to dead the hunger lashing in his stomach. He walked into his home, met with a distinctive smell that had his nose sniffing the air, recognizing the aroma wafting up his nostrils. He followed the smell, that led him to his dinning to see a strange woman setting up dinner. “Good evening, and who are you?” The maid turned around at the heard of his voice, a bit startled before she bowed in respect. “I was hired Sir, to help with your kitchen’s businesses. Welcome back Sir, and dinner is served

Chapter 19 Moments lapsed, and Marco retired for the night. Wagging deep into slumber, he has no idea the misery that awaits his morning. ~~~~~~~~~~A Shift Into A Different Scene occupied by Different Characters~~~~~~~~~~~ Lighted with a dimmed glow, the office was hazy in vision. Inside sat a man, and in between this man’s hand was a well wrapped tobacco; lighted as he slowly smoked in the particles, exhaling through his nostrils. His appearance blended into the scenery, hiding away his face and identity. The door pushed open and a guy was pushed in. It was the guy who tried assassinating Marco when he arrived at his mansion. He appeared battered however, under the bleary vision, bruises and cuts were visible on his face, and his clothing has been torn with red painting mashing up the outfit’s allure. He was pushed to his knees, and his lips quivered in fear, obvious with the fear eating deep into his soul and almost shattering his inside. He had not only failed his task to ki