The morning that followed the death of Luther king was a quiet one. The whole house was as quiet as a graveyard. His men who were still around, went about tidying up the house. The maids were nowhere to be found as they fled the area. The people who loved him in the town mourned him quietly and his enemies also rejoiced quietly. One wrong move from his enemies, and it would be a blood birth. Henry was just gearing for that. All through the early hours of the morning, Henry had been restless. His blood drummed through his veins. He gritted his teeth as he recalled seeing the blood trailing all the way to the balcony before he was shot there. The sight of the pool resembled that of a moment, when a shark was tearing through a human. Henry went though many what ifs in his mind. He wished and fantasized about how he would have saved Luther. He badly he wanted to avenge Luther’s death. Deep down him knew that his Killer was not far from the house.That same night, the ambulance arrived.

Henry had left the house to a hotel. It was his favorite spot. The hotel had a serene environment. He always went there when he had a mental overload and needed to see people and not guns. Being in the Mafia was not something he was proud of but going back was something he hated. He never wanted to feel that way again. that way when Danny had stood in front of everyone and insulted him. One word comes to mind, whenever he thinks of that; helpless. No one was willing to help, except until Luther stepped in. guess that was why he had a liking for the man. Even though he might have done evil things, he still liked him. he had finish going for a swim, he wore his clothes and took the elevator to his room. on his way to the elevator, he saw ladies, calling out to him as they sashayed in front of him. he gave I another thought. Nah. The reason his head was this messed up was because of a woman. He got up to his room and inputted his code. He should have noticed a figure in his room standi

It was a hot Wednesday afternoon. Henry and Jackson prepped up Luther’s mountain penthouse in preparation of the lawyer to come for the will reading. It was stated that Luther wanted the will to be read there.“Laura would be coming?” he turned to Henry. Henry nodded, his face looked like he was deep in thought.“Yes definitely, you can’t take that away from Laura Luther is her father.”“Her adopted father” Jackson corrected.“Still her father” Henry added. He wondered why Luther wanted him at the will reading. He was not family and he might probably willed everything to Laura. “What if Laura becomes the boss? “Jackson asked. Henry sighed deeply. That thought consumed him all through last night. It seemed that he was truly destined to leave the gang. He was actually going back to where he was. He thought about his bank balance and racked his head on the next business he would do, to get by.“I’d leave” He said.“Huh?” Jackson’s eyes flew open.“Yes I have to. Laura would try to kil

Argentina 1947 Fifteen year old Windsor walked down the bustling city streets, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his burdens, his head bent like a dying flower. It was too much for him to carry. He needed help. He badly needed one. His steps were heavy, matching the heaviness in his heart.His mother was sick and there was no money to continue the ALS treatment. 10 years ago he had lost all his family members in a car accident except for his mother. Together they went through the hardships of life. They were poor but at least they had each other. 2 years ago, his mother fell ill and she never got better. They had been in and out of the hospitals. All their savings had disappeared into thin air. It was barely enough for his mother’s treatment. In fact it was like a drop in the ocean compared to what they needed. Windsor was fired from work 2 weeks ago because he had insulted a customer. He had bleed on someone who didn’t hurt him but no one understood his predicament. He neede

Elena’s POVLife has been just been there. I haven’t heard from Henry but I heard about how he had been brutal. I didn’t know I still had feelings for Henry until that scene in the mall. I decided to move on with my life. Danny was too busy lately so I had to hang out with Clare.“See anything you like?” I looked up. There was a woman smiling at me. I smiled back. She was a middle aged woman with big circle O earrings and a scarf over her hair. I couldn’t see the color of her hair too. She had these perfect white teeth. She had dark eye shadows, dark lipstick. You know the classical fortune teller persona. A bit gothic too.“Oh it’s nothing, I was just drawn to these cards” my smile slowly transitioned into a laugh. A nervous laugh. Her eyes zoned in on the cards and she smiled. I knew it. I knew I was not hallucinating. The longer I stared at this card, the more it felt like I had just walked into a museum and staring right back at me was a picture of myself on the wall. I mean ho