The dinner table was being set by the time Daniel got home from his visit to Elijah, after a three hour drive. He held his joy within, with hope that he would final be able to get rid of the man causing him pain. “Good evening, grandmother,” he greeted, settling at the dining table with his eyes fixated on his meal.There was a moment of silence at the dining table, until Mrs. Greene peered her eyes at Daniel inquisitively. “You look very busy and stressed out these days, hope all is fine with you?” Mrs. Greene asked, while Daniel was poking at his meal, unaware of his environment.All eyes were fixed on Daniel, with fear skittering all over his face, and beads of sweat forming all over his forehead, he paid little attention to what his grandmother said, or to the fact that his family members were starting to think he was crazy and needed medical attention. Either of the two, there was no doubt or uncertainty that he has been up to something for the past three days. “Da

Daniel realized he had struck a cord in Hank’s bone, and decided to walk in like nothing had just happened. He refused to be distracted about his purpose for coming, and only went straight to meet Elijah. He ordered Gusto to set Elijah back at the table, to have a real discussion with him. Hank and the rest of the crew, like always, had to excuse Daniel to have his moment of privacy with Elijah. “So you are now drinking with my men,” Daniel said with a fake smile stuck to his face.Elijah knew what mind games Daniel was capable of, and refused to play into his traps. He kept mute for a while, and every time he decided to say something, the only thing that crossed his mind was the hole in his feet. “Your men?” Elijah scoffed, holding a firm stare on his face, “nobody is loyal to you, don’t butter yourself up.” Daniel sucked in a reasonable amount of air and tutted, “still mad about the hole? Poor boy, this is something beyond your reach, and as a great wise man once said, d

“This shadow is something that would set me free from the emptiness I have felt right from the very beginning of my life,” Daniel continued, desperation set in his voice, “don’t think you can play anymore of your tricks on me, because it will not work.” “Then fire on. You are better off shooting me now, like you did the other day, no matter how hard you try, I won’t say a thing.”Daniel steadied his revolver on Elijah, and grinned elfishly, “Who is the heir of the West Empire?” he asked, ignoring Elijah’s bold faced stare.At this moment, the question did not catch Elijah by surprise, knowing fully well from the crumbs that the integrity of his identity has been compromised. He braced himself for what would seem like his final moment. The Truth. “If I told you who it was, your mind would still be mediocre enough to doubt it, let us just leave it at where it is now,” Elijah said, displaying no iota of fear or trepidation. “It is not my mind that would doubt it. It is only

The last thing Elijah wanted to hear was having to let go of Haylee. It was his worst nightmare coming true, given the attachment he has grown for her, and the feelings that have started to develop for her.He refused to imagine what would happen to her if he decided to save himself and sign those papers, it would make no difference. He nudged the feeling, choosing pain over temporary comfort. “You better kill me now,” he said in a muffled voice, with his face stuffed through the hard mahogany wood of the table, “I am not signing any of those.”The tussle of signing and not had been going on for four hours, and neither of the men was ready to yield to the stubbornness of the other. Elijah seared into his, an unending desire to see the Greene family burn to the ground, but first, with the fall of Daniel Greene.Daniel landed another strong punch to Elijah’s face on the table and shook off the pain he felt on his knuckles. He’d never had to punch anyone in the face, except Elijah. Hi

Two officers walked into the Greene mansion with their noses tingling. it was an alien occurrence in the Greene mansion, as they seldom visit, only on occasions where something foolish has been done, just like every other situation.Daniel had not returned home when the police visited the mansion, pulling by a relaxation bar first, cooling his mind and gathering his thoughts. His emptiness was starting to grow without limits, knowing no bounds as he downed bottle after bottle, hoping it would take the harsh truth of reality away, and possibly renew him. “A complaint has been filed that Mr. West has been missing, or to be more specific, has been kidnapped by a member of your family,” one of the officers said, his eyes darting around the luxurious grandeur of the mansion. It was Dorothy who happened to attend to them as she was the one with the least duty, aside from staying home and being the home dog. She was at first confused by the request of the men in uniform, “there is no