"Uncle - " The words stuck in his mouth and his throat went dry at once."You can call me Peter," the man said, walking out of the shadows and into the light.Under the lighting of the room, Chris could make out his facial features well, and he was surprised to see how handsome, and rather young he looked. He didn't look anything like the "Black Spider" that he had heard so much about."Wait - " Chris paused. "You're the Black Spider.""I get that a lot," Peter Bolton chuckled. But don't be deceived by the innocent face. I'm a very dangerous man.""I don't think so," Chris said, as he walked closer to him."Hmm," Peter smiled at him. "And why do you say that?""Well, I think if you're very dangerous, you would be able to do your dirty work all by yourself," Chris continued. "You won't need the help of these minions."Chris pointed at the men who flanked him in the shadows and sneered."That is one of the many mistakes you make," Peter laughed. "And know this boy, you've made many mist

A week after Monica's death, Chris had already started getting accustomed to the fact that she was no longer there. It was very difficult for him at first because of the close relationship they had, but soon enough, he was back to normal without her. His father had given him a one month break away from the office, but he had decided to take just a week. He wanted to resume as soon as possible. He wanted to see what would become of Arthur after his betrayal that had led to Monica's death.For the first time in a long time, Chris woke up with a smile on his face that morning. He had his bath quickly and wore a white T shirt over brown leather pants. He didn't plan to resume fully that day, but he still wanted to have a look around at NEXUS. Truly, he missed his working place.Chris' great mood switched for bad once he pushed the door of his room open and saw the familiar face that had been standing outside his door for the last one week.He couldn't even remember what she had called he

Richards Washington was his name. Blonde, long hair, skinny, tall, athletic and devilishly handsome. He was the most popular student in high school back then. All the girls loved him, and all the guys were jealous of him. However, he had one fatal flaw - an unhealthy addiction to drugs and gambling. Back in the days, Richard would skip classes to play snooker. He always came around at night, with an empty pocket and a black eye, and even when he eventually became friends with Chris, he didn't stop the habit he was famous for. He had managed to graduate and even got into college but he had lost contact with Chris over the years. Chris was very happy to see him that morning, but the little drama between himself and Rose that his father had just witnessed dampened his mood. The poor girl was going to be in a lot of trouble because of him."Ain't you happy to see me, eh mate?" Richard snickered, throwing Chris a friendly punch.Chris looked up at his friend for a moment and suddenly, he

Chris was so excited. His mind was racing and his heart was beating very fast in his chest. Monica was still alive, and at the end of the year, he was definitely going to get reconnected to her again. "Thought you were going to throw such a great offer away," Richard nudged him as soon as they were out of the office.Chris glanced across at his friend before shaking his head pitifully."You're so desperate you would do anything to get a job now, won't you?" Chris stared at him."Well, not anything," Richard frowned. "I would never betray my best friend, no matter how well the job promises to pay.""That, I doubt," Chris grunted.Richard laughed and threw him a friendly punch. "I think we should focus on the good news now," Richard said. "It's a win win situation for the both of us. You get your girl back and I get a good job too.""Yeah," Chris smiled. "That was some pretty tough negotiation."Chris stopped just outside the building and he spun around, a confused expression on his f

Chris was confused. What was the crazy lady in the driver's seat ranting on about? What business did he have with his uncle, The Black Spider? "I'm not the one you're looking for!" Chris tried as she sped on. She ignored him, however, as she dodged the many cars that were on the road. "Please slow down," Chris pleaded. "If we die, then none of us achieves anything." "Who said?" She asked, a wry smile forming across her features. She hit the gas just then and if not for the belt that strapped him firmly to his seat, Chris would have flown out of the car through the windscreen due to the speed at which she went. "Please!" He cried. "You're moving too fast." "You had to call your uncle, didn't you?" Sarah sneered. "Now, I have to lure him down to my base." "I didn't call anyone," Chris cried. "I can swear that I didn't. My hands had been strapped firmly all this while. I couldn't even hold my phone." "Liar!" She said through gritted teeth. "You're lying and I know it." "I though