"Why?"The white and well-furnished furniture in the bar had suddenly turned red. The men all looked towards Rashy, who was holding the pistol and breathing heavily, and opposite her were two bodies lying flat on the ground. One was still breathing, while the other was plain dead, with the head on the wall staining it with bl@@d.The one who was plain but still breathing was Ryan. The incident had turned around. Sasha had shot the lady in her head, which led to her falling and hitting her head on the wallpapered wall and staining it with her blood. Ryan was happy and wanted to thank her when she suddenly shot him in the shoulder."Nothing really important. I am sure my father would be happy if you died right here and now. But Mr. Smith won't be.""So you are walking for Mr. Smith, huh?" Ryan grinned, holding his shoulder, trying to slow down the escaping blood, which continually dripped."I feel like you really care. Hey Jessica, should we finish him up?" Rashy said as Jessica walk

"Are you there? Speak to me." A female voice was heard as Ryan started to regain consciousness."Where am I?" Ryan asked, shaking as he was trying to raise his body."You are in the hospital,” she replied, helping him position his back for comfort."What happened to me?" he asked again, looking at the lady standing beside her. "I am not exactly sure about what happened to you because I found you lying on a tree half dead. I had to bring you over.""So you carried me all the way here?”"Yes, but with the help of an ambulance, that is. No further questions on how you got here," she said, holding his hand."How long have I been asleep?""Well, you have been in a coma for approximately 2 weeks, which is faster than normal."“2 what? Wasn’t it like yesterday?” He wondered if time flies that fast. "Why did you save me?""I just felt like... There were a bunch of bodies on the floor, but my mind seemed to pick you for some reason." A smiled tugged on her face. "Now I still have to pay the

Ryan walked out of the changing room and back to the reception. The receptionist was dazed by his appearance and couldn't take her eyes off of him."You look good in it, sir."."You don't look bad yourself," Ryan teased.He was surprised with the use of the sir. “Sir? Things might be getting better for me.” He smiled to himself. "What about a little rumor in bed after the day's work?" The receptionist teased, handing him a card that contained her number."I'll call you," Ryan’s voice was flirty as he walked towards Turner's office. He went straight to Turner's office, turning the knob to gain entrance. Turner was prepared for him throwing a set of keys at him immediately he entered. He smiled, looking at the room number, before leaving. He ran through the stairs, ignoring the visitors, as he moved to the VIP lounge of the building, which was on the 20th floor. He couldn't take the elevator because of the staff who controlled it. They were asked to be on guard in case he ever cam

Ryan grinned as he walked on the roads of New York City, which had been his very homeland ever since the demise of his father. He didn't really remember how he lost his mom; to him, she just disappeared. What else could he think of a lady whose husband got shot and whose son didn't remember her? It was the worst tragedy that could ever happen to a young woman still in the bonding stage of her home. He couldn't imagine how she would have been fairing. He understood and tried to relate with her, It wasn't something easy. Taking the subway was the only safe route he could take to get to Washington Heights, where his mother was located, as stated in the paper. He was going to do whatever he had to get to see her to let her know that he was also doing pretty well, even if it meant he was boarding the intersection of 168th Street and Broadway in Washington Heights, Manhattan, and was served by the 1 and A trains at all times and the C train at all times. He was going to take his search

"Don't come near me. I hate dogs", Belinda screamed, banging the door endlessly."Continue hitting the door. I will buy us time," he said in a light tone moving toward the dog and throwing a stone at it. The dog barked on the hit of the stone. It became furious, barking around and chasing after Ryan. Ryan ran as fast as his legs could carry him not giving up and increasing his pace each step. Each of his steps matched his heart race. The dog wasn't giving up either. It continued the chase. Belinda was in tears, she couldn't help it. The dog was her nightmare. She has only followed Ryan to his mother’s and now she’s been chased by her worst nightmare. The barking of the dog was putting her in a more state of horror and if she wasn't taken care of in a minute she might as well end up losing consciousness. Tears rolled down her cheeks, continuously banging at the locked door. She looked back to see Ryan running for his life and the dog having fun chasing him around the large yard.