“Gus, where the hell are you, man?” His voice went straight to voicemail. Gus had still not gotten back to him, days turned to a week, and the end of the week approached speedily without a reply from Gus. Something was wrong, but what it could be, he had no idea. The company he swore to protect and progress with honesty, had him wondering if indeed Grandpa Adolph had told him the truth.Why did his grandfather decide to protect Henry, instead of letting him dance to the tune of justice? It was a question however that would never be answered. He arrived half past midnight, and the echoes of the quiet mansion resonated deep within him, he had come to acknowledge that all was not as it seemed and not all that glittered was gold. His heart, filled with empathy and the guilt his grandfather carried to his grave, had become his burden. He heard frantic movements in the kitchen area and waited patiently for the culprit to appear. After a while, Emily appeared with her hands and mouth f

Aaron wiped off the trail of sweat that formed at the apex of his head, the walls of the tiny alley, seemed to close up on him as he shoved Suarez aside, to have a close look at Gus, who lay abnormally, his ankle twisted to the back and his both eyes wide opened.“Who do you think could have done this?” Suarez's voice had become a hollow whisper, as Aaron found it difficult to decipher a single damn thing he said or shy someone would want Gus dead. “He should be taken to the morgue, I'll inform his family.” Aaron had no idea who he spoke to, all he knew was that nowhere was safe for those he loved. “You can't shut this off like it is nothing, Mr Churchill. You need to bring his killer to book, as his friend.” Suarez was not helping matters, his bid to find the suspect had made the man become an annoying metal gong. “What has the FBI done, since the gruesome death of Julian Sullivan? Nothing!” He bellowed, mixed with emotions, and he walked away from the crime scene.Helen stood from

“So what you are saying is that you aided my uncle in taking out his arch-enemy without any prior knowledge as to what you were getting yourself into. Is that correct?” This was not the time for some fucking Q&A. Anna needed him to proffer solutions to the mess she had got herself into. “What do I do?” She inquired from Lucas, who stared at her blankly, his silence enough to cause her to shiver.“We are talking about The Almighty Henry Neville. What the hell were you thinking?” Lucas had no idea what to do and how to help Anna. She always appeared to be calm and calculated and the need to take revenge on her ex-husband was enough reason for Uncle Henry to prey on her, which he did to perfection. “I cannot help you with this, I am sorry.” He replied in defeat. He did not dare rebel against his Uncle unless he wished to die.Anna reminded herself while she got her hands soiled in the first place. The scrunching sound that came with Julian's skin sinking deep into the pocket knife and hi

Aaron walked out of the building after a well-fulfilled day's work and sauntered towards his car. The humid air, held in its depth, a warning sign, he failed to take cognizance of. Nothing, absolutely nothing, had him wrapped around the intimate movements of the cars that enveloped the little street and the loud bang of a pistol. He instinctively turned to face the company, but none of his guards were on watch. This was an ambush, a trap.“Let go of me!” He howled at one of the masked men who held him tightly on his wind pipes, strangling the life out of him. After a while of struggling with the enemy, he gave way to the darkness that quaked his very existence. “He's down.” He heard the gruff voice of his predator, informing the others as they carried him, like a sac of onion, into the van and zoomed off. All the while, Aaron envisioned the decayed and decomposed body of Gus. He might as well be meted with the same fate.“The truth is…” Emily appeared to have fizzled up a bit, fill

“Is he dead?” Aaron, at this point, could barely keep his eyes open as he zoomed in and out of consciousness. He heard one of his aggressors ask, out of curiosity, his life status. “He will be, soon.” Another voice chirped in. The stale stench of smoke and the growling sound his stomach made, did not help his current situation as he craved a hot meal and a warm bath.“Open up!” A violent voice used the sharp edge of what he deemed to be a fork, to open his mouth wide open. Aaron, helpless and exhausted from their advances, let the mashed poison called food, slide through his tongue, into his throat. It was the opposite of the hot meal he dreamed of. “The boss will be here soon, you need to look presentable and very much alive.” The only voice that he had gotten acquainted with, finally spoke, Dragon.“Can you tell me the time you arrived at the scene, ma'am?” The police sirens blared out loudly, the crime scene of the kidnap had become a no-go area as a barricade was placed there. H