“What do you want with me? We can settle this amicably, the easy way,” Elijah said in an undisturbed tone, his voice as calm as a silent river. He took little steps backward, while his predators got closer to him sandwiching him right in the middle with no space to move for him. “Hard way it is,” he whispered and made the first shot.He threw a fist into the face of the biggest of them staring at him. His fist, thundered on the big guy’s face, knocking him out cold. The three guys left were shocked and enraged simultaneously, as they beheld their strongest man kiss the road’s dust. They charged at Elijah immediately, little did they know that the heir of the West empire, or the foolish son-in-law of the Greene family as people know him to be, is a black belt holder of three martial arts types. He bashed and thrashed them like they were nothing. To the ordinary man, his heavy predators would have been too much of a problem to face, but to Elijah, it was nothing short of a cakewalk.

Elijah’s face froze at Daniel’s suggestion. Although Daniel said it in a playful manner, Elijah was sure Daniel meant everything he said.His three years was up, Haylee knew she had to divorce him sooner, given to what she told her grandmother and her cousins. Haylee cleared her throat and went for the dining table, without giving ear to Daniel’s word. She settled for breakfast trying to avoid whatever drama Daniel was about to dig out. “Seems like your wife does not care about your birthday,” Daniel said to Elijah, with a taunting smile on his face. His lips curled slightly upward, as he stuck out his tongues and licked his lips. Elijah continued with his chores, fed up of the banality of Daniel’s taunts, however, he knew the divorce was not a mere taunt, it was real. Probably his time was up in the Greene mansion. He returned to the kitchen, tarried a while and scurried up to his room. he put a call through to Bishop Leo, making inquiries of who it was that tried to kil

Elijah stared toward the long undulating ocean waves from the top of the cliff, the view of which he never thought he would see. It flooded his head with memories of when he had the liberty to come to this beach with his father and his brother. It was three miles outside of the city.Rowan groaned in pain as he regained consciousness after Elijah knocked him out in his car. He squinted his eyes through the sunrays reflecting directly at him, then caught the figure of Elijah standing in front of him. “Let us get back to where we were,” Elijah said, lowering to Rowan’s eye level. He felt reluctant to hit Rowan that hard to make his nose bleed, but his unchanneled rage denied him the pleasure to calm his nerves. “I don’t know who they are… they only told me to inform them about your movements,” Rowan muttered, shifting backward on his butt.Fear skittered all over his face, watching Elijah glare at him. Elijah spat to the floor, and gritted his teeth, “I don’t want to hurt

Scott sauntered toward Haylee’s makeup stand, with his back hunched and his hand behind him. “Well, your mother asked me to come meet you… probably you seem to be taking too much time than expected.” He picked up a few makeup kits: powder, eyeliners, and lipsticks, observing them keenly. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown which dissipated into a false smile, seeing another brand name on the products. “You are not a fan of Beaut, I presume,” he said beneath his breath, but still within Haylee’s earshot. His family owned the cosmetic group Beaut Cosmetics, which was not alien to Haylee. Scott put his rage under siege seeing their rival company’s product in the room of his supposed wife-to-be. Haylee remained at the door, unfazed by whatever feeling Scott may have about her, “As you can see, I am almost done, so, if you don’t mind, will you please leave my room?” she nudged her head toward the door. Scott smiled at Haylee’s uncouth gesture toward him, he turned to the mirror

“Who are you? Put Leo on the phone for me, please,” Elijah said, as he held the phone closer to his ear.The feminine voice over the phone sounded calm and unfazed by Elijah’s distressed voice. “Aree you a relative of the owner of this phone?” the woman questioned, rather than telling what the emergency was. “He is my fucking friend!” Elijah yelled but still kept his voice beneath the party frivolities that enveloped the background. “Where the hell is he and what is his phone doing with you?”Suspicions shadowed both ends of the call. While Elijah thought of what could have happened to Bishop Leo, given the nature of who Bishop Leo was. He never allowed his phone to depart from him for more than a minute. The lady on the other end raised a brow about Elijah’s use of language and what could bring a man with a reputable action like Bishop Leo and an unruly guy like Elijah. “Hello, what happened to him?” Elijah broke the short silence that ensued with both party.The lady clear