Mason was sitting in his dark study, all alone. A smile cracked up his lips the moment he took up his cigarette and lit it. Things had been going really well for some time, and with the way things were going, if they continued to keep up their performance and always stay one step ahead, there would be nobody to challenge them. And there wasn't anything else he would have wanted. He was very insistent on making this work and couldn't just wait to get what he wanted. Even though he wanted it fast, he knew he had to wait a bit. Things like this took a lot of time because of the magnitude of the project. It cost a lot of time and money but the rewards and the fruits to reap was going to be great. A chuckle escaped his lips as he thought about how the project had gone. Being smart enough, he didn't allow himself to be deterred by his failure and quickly launched another attack that brought about this moment, this happy moment. He knew he was smart, and he praised himself for that. All

Cage was finding it very difficult to broach the subject with Chloe, because his worries kept gnawing at him like a persistent itch that wouldn't let go. But he kept trying to keep the subject deep down. He didn't want to let it out but he knew that sooner or later he would be forced to do so. He kept his concerns bottled up because he was afraid of how she might react if he voiced his true feelings. Maybe she would think that he worried too much about her, but it was just his own way of looking out for her and making sure that she was okay. He didn't want anything to happen to her and wanted the best for both of them, but that was where the persistent itch came in. He kept his feelings bottled up for days, but it only got worse. With each passing day, the date for the burial drew closer and he didn't want to keep it until then. He was very uncertain of how to approach her but it soon turned out how he didn't expect it. One evening as they were sitting together in the living room, e

The day of Micheal's burial soon arrived, and the sombre shadow of grief over the Richland family as they mourned their loved one was very heavy. Everyone who had attended the funeral, which was mostly made of their immediate family, was dressed in black attire which did a good job to portray the sadness of their hearts. As Micheal's casket was lowered into the ground, a heavy silence took over the whole place while others cried as they watched the priest lay him in repose, prepared for his final rest. He was also surrounded by a wreath of flowers and prayers also. Chloe was standing beside Bella. She held her hands firmly and let her rest on her shoulder while the tears fell freely from her eyes. "I can't believe he's gone, Chloe. It doesn't feel real." She cried even though Chloe was doing everything to let her calm down. In the end she let Bella cry, as it was going to make sure every single feeling of sadness that was clogged in her heart left as soon as her brother was buried

"No, no, no!!" Cage raged as he matched the accelerator one more time, increasing the speed. He was happy that the tarmac was very free and there wasn't a single soul in sight but it was only because he was racing through the countryside which the GPS had asked him to. He looked into his phone a second before he swerved to his left before bursting off into the distance again. He wondered where they were taking her. He prayed dearly that that hadn't hurt her and that nothing had happened to her. The first thing he did while getting into the car was making sure that he was calm and that nothing whatsoever troubled him within. He didn't want to make any mistake that would make things worse and end making his mission to rescue her any harder than it already was. He wondered how they had even been able to take her away without anyone noticing. As for Mason, he had instructed one of his men to take him to the hospital, together with the other guards, some who were lucky enough to have bee

The confusion he experienced at that moment was so overpowering. He couldn't piece together what was going on right then because he had no idea if his brain was playing tricks on him or if he was really staring at Mason, the same Mason that had been shot back there during the attack. He wondered if he was hallucinating, that was the closest answer to what he sought at the moment. He kept staring at him, hoping he would go away but nothing happened. Mason was a bit surprised that he wasn't budging to his request even after he had made it clear that he had a good and wasn't afraid to use it. "Alright. That's enough. I did not come here and play games with you. You should get out of the fucking car right now." Mason growled at him before he produced the glock he had had carrying around the whole time. In the tense silence that followed, Cage's mind raced with confusion and fear. His heart was pounding pounding hard in his chest as he tried to make sense of what was happening right then